CITIZEN KANE by Herman J. Mankiewicz & Orson Welles PROLOGUE FADE IN: EXT. XANADU - FAINT DAWN - 1940 (MINIATURE) Window, very small in the distance, illuminated. All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the top of it - a huge initial "K" showing darker and darker against the dawn sky. Through this and beyond we see the fairy-tale mountaintop of Xanadu, the great castle a sillhouette as its summit, the little window a distant accent in the darkness. DISSOLVE: (A SERIES OF SET-UPS, EACH CLOSER TO THE GREAT WINDOW, ALL TELLING SOMETHING OF:) The literally incredible domain of CHARLES FOSTER KANE. Its right flank resting for nearly forty miles on the Gulf Coast, it truly extends in all directions farther than the eye can see. Designed by nature to be almost completely bare and flat - it was, as will develop, practically all marshland when Kane acquired and changed its face - it is now pleasantly uneven, with its fair share of rolling hills and one very good-sized mountain, all man-made. Almost all the land is improved, either through cultivation for farming purposes of through careful landscaping, in the shape of parks and lakes. The castle dominates itself, an enormous pile, compounded of several genuine castles, of European origin, of varying architecture - dominates the scene, from the very peak of the mountain. DISSOLVE: GOLF LINKS (MINIATURE) Past which we move. The greens are straggly and overgrown, the fairways wild with tropical weeds, the links unused and not seriously tended for a long time. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: WHAT WAS ONCE A GOOD-SIZED ZOO (MINIATURE) Of the Hagenbeck type. All that now remains, with one exception, are the individual plots, surrounded by moats, on which the animals are kept, free and yet safe from each other and the landscape at large. (Signs on several of the plots indicate that here there were once tigers, lions, girrafes.) DISSOLVE: THE MONKEY TERRACE (MINIATURE) In the foreground, a great obscene ape is outlined against the dawn murk. He is scratching himself slowly, thoughtfully, looking out across the estates of Charles Foster Kane, to the distant light glowing in the castle on the hill. DISSOLVE: THE ALLIGATOR PIT (MINIATURE) The idiot pile of sleepy dragons. Reflected in the muddy water - the lighted window. THE LAGOON (MINIATURE) The boat landing sags. An old newspaper floats on the surface of the water - a copy of the New York Enquirer." As it moves across the frame, it discloses again the reflection of the window in the castle, closer than before. THE GREAT SWIMMING POOL (MINIATURE) It is empty. A newspaper blows across the cracked floor of the tank. DISSOLVE: THE COTTAGES (MINIATURE) In the shadows, literally the shadows, of the castle. As we move by, we see that their doors and windows are boarded up and locked, with heavy bars as further protection and sealing. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: A DRAWBRIDGE (MINIATURE) Over a wide moat, now stagnant and choked with weeds. We move across it and through a huge solid gateway into a formal garden, perhaps thirty yards wide and one hundred yards deep, which extends right up to the very wall of the castle. The landscaping surrounding it has been sloppy and causal for a long time, but this particular garden has been kept up in perfect shape. As the camera makes its way through it, towards the lighted window of the castle, there are revealed rare and exotic blooms of all kinds. The dominating note is one of almost exaggerated tropical lushness, hanging limp and despairing. Moss, moss, moss. Ankor Wat, the night the last King died. DISSOLVE: THE WINDOW (MINIATURE) Camera moves in until the frame of the window fills the frame of the screen. Suddenly, the light within goes out. This stops the action of the camera and cuts the music which has been accompanying the sequence. In the glass panes of the window, we see reflected the ripe, dreary landscape of Mr. Kane's estate behind and the dawn sky. DISSOLVE: INT. KANE'S BEDROOM - FAINT DAWN - 1940 A very long shot of Kane's enormous bed, silhouetted against the enormous window. DISSOLVE: INT. KANE'S BEDROOM - FAINT DAWN - 1940 A snow scene. An incredible one. Big, impossible flakes of snow, a too picturesque farmhouse and a snow man. The jingling of sleigh bells in the musical score now makes an ironic reference to Indian Temple bells - the music freezes - KANE'S OLD OLD VOICE Rosebud... The camera pulls back, showing the whole scene to be contained in one of those glass balls which are sold in novelty stores all over the world. A hand - Kane's hand, which has been holding the ball, relaxes. The ball falls out of his hand and bounds down two carpeted steps leading to the bed, the camera following. The ball falls off the last step onto the marble floor where it breaks, the fragments glittering in the first rays of the morning sun. This ray cuts an angular pattern across the floor, suddenly crossed with a thousand bars of light as the blinds are pulled across the window. The foot of Kane's bed. The camera very close. Outlined against the shuttered window, we can see a form - the form of a nurse, as she pulls the sheet up over his head. The camera follows this action up the length of the bed and arrives at the face after the sheet has covered it. FADE OUT: FADE IN: INT. OF A MOTION PICTURE PROJECTION ROOM On the screen as the camera moves in are the words: "MAIN TITLE" Stirring, brassy music is heard on the soundtrack (which, of course, sounds more like a soundtrack than ours.) The screen in the projection room fills our screen as the second title appears: "CREDITS" NOTE: Here follows a typical news digest short, one of the regular monthly or bi- monthly features, based on public events or personalities. These are distinguished from ordinary newsreels and short subjects in that they have a fully developed editorial or storyline. Some of the more obvious characteristics of the "March of Time," for example, as well as other documentary shorts, will be combined to give an authentic impression of this now familiar type of short subject. As is the accepted procedure in these short subjects, a narrator is used as well as explanatory titles. FADE OUT: NEWS DIGEST NARRATOR Legendary was the Xanadu where Kubla Kahn decreed his stately pleasure dome - (with quotes in his voice) "Where twice five miles of fertile ground, with walls and towers were girdled 'round." (dropping the quotes) Today, almost as legendary is Florida's XANADU - world's largest private pleasure ground. Here, on the deserts of the Gulf Coast, a private mountain was commissioned, successfully built for its landlord. Here in a private valley, as in the Coleridge poem, "blossoms many an incense-bearing tree." Verily, "a miracle of rare device." U.S.A. CHARLES FOSTER KANE Opening shot of great desolate expanse of Florida coastline (1940 - DAY) DISSOLVE: Series of shots showing various aspects of Xanadu, all as they might be photographed by an ordinary newsreel cameraman - nicely photographed, but not atmospheric to the extreme extent of the Prologue (1940). NARRATOR (dropping the quotes) Here, for Xanadu's landlord, will be held 1940's biggest, strangest funeral; here this week is laid to rest a potent figure of our Century - America's Kubla Kahn - Charles Foster Kane. In journalism's history, other names are honored more than Charles Foster Kane's, more justly revered. Among publishers, second only to James Gordon Bennet the First: his dashing, expatriate son; England's Northcliffe and Beaverbrook; Chicago's Patterson and McCormick; TITLE: TO FORTY-FOUR MILLION U.S. NEWS BUYERS, MORE NEWSWORTHY THAN THE NAMES IN HIS OWN HEADLINES, WAS KANE HIMSELF, GREATEST NEWSPAPER TYCOON OF THIS OR ANY OTHER GENERATION. Shot of a huge, screen-filling picture of Kane. Pull back to show that it is a picture on the front page of the "Enquirer," surrounded by the reversed rules of mourning, with masthead and headlines. (1940) DISSOLVE: A great number of headlines, set in different types and different styles, obviously from different papers, all announcing Kane's death, all appearing over photographs of Kane himself (perhaps a fifth of the headlines are in foreign languages). An important item in connection with the headlines is that many of them - positively not all - reveal passionately conflicting opinions about Kane. Thus, they contain variously the words "patriot," "democrat," "pacifist," "war-monger," "traitor," "idealist," "American," etc. TITLE: 1895 TO 1940 - ALL OF THESE YEARS HE COVERED, MANY OF THESE YEARS HE WAS. Newsreel shots of San Francisco during and after the fire, followed by shots of special trains with large streamers: "Kane Relief Organization." Over these shots superimpose the date - 1906. Artist's painting of Foch's railroad car and peace negotiators, if actual newsreel shot unavailable. Over this shot sumperimpose the date - 1918. NARRATOR Denver's Bonfils and Sommes; New York's late, great Joseph Pulitzer; America's emperor of the news syndicate, another editorialist and landlord, the still mighty and once mightier Hearst. Great names all of them - but none of them so loved, hated, feared, so often spoken - as Charles Foster Kane. The San Francisco earthquake. First with the news were the Kane papers. First with Relief of the Sufferers, First with the news of their Relief of the Sufferers. Kane papers scoop the world on the Armistice - publish, eight hours before competitors, complete details of the Armistice teams granted the Germans by Marshall Foch from his railroad car in the Forest of Compeigne. For forty years appeared in Kane newsprint no public issue on which Kane papers took no stand. No public man whom Kane himself did not support or denounce - often support, then denounce. Its humble beginnings, a dying dailey - Shots with the date - 1898 (to be supplied) Shots with the date - 1910 (to be supplied) Shots with the date - 1922 (to be supplied) Headlines, cartoons, contemporary newreels or stills of the following: 1. WOMAN SUFFRAGE The celebrated newsreel shot of about 1914. 2. PROHIBITION Breaking up of a speakeasy and such. 3. T.V.A. 4. LABOR RIOTS Brief clips of old newreel shots of William Jennings Bryan, Theodore Roosevelt, Stalin, Walter P. Thatcher, Al Smith, McKinley, Landon, Franklin D. Roosevelt and such. Also, recent newsreels of the elderly Kane with such Nazis as Hitler and Goering; and England's Chamberlain and Churchill. Shot of a ramshackle building with old-fashioned presses showing through plate glass windows and the name "Enquirer" in old-fashioned gold letters. (1892) DISSOLVE: NARRATOR Kane's empire, in its glory, held dominion over thirty-seven newpapers, thirteen magazines, a radio network. An empire upon an empire. The first of grocery stores, paper mills, apartment buildings, factories, forests, ocean-liners - An empire through which for fifty years flowed, in an unending stream, the wealth of the earth's third richest gold mine... Famed in American legend is the origin of the Kane fortune... How, to boarding housekeeper Mary Kane, by a defaulting boarder, in 1868 was left the supposedly worthless deed to an abandoned mine shaft: The Colorado Lode. The magnificent Enquirer Building of today. 1891-1911 - a map of the USA, covering the entire screen, which in animated diagram shows the Kane publications spreading from city to city. Starting from New York, minature newboys speed madly to Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Washington, Atlanta, El Paso, etc., screaming "Wuxtry, Kane Papers, Wuxtry." Shot of a large mine going full blast, chimneys belching smoke, trains moving in and out, etc. A large sign reads "Colorado Lode Mining Co." (1940) Sign reading; "Little Salem, CO - 25 MILES." DISSOLVE: An old still shot of Little Salem as it was 70 years ago (identified by copper-plate caption beneath the still). (1870) Shot of early tintype stills of Thomas Foster Kane and his wife, Mary, on their wedding day. A similar picture of Mary Kane some four or five years later with her little boy, Charles Foster Kane. NARRATOR Fifty-seven years later, before a Congressional Investigation, Walter P. Thatcher, grand old man of Wall Street, for years chief target of Kane papers' attack on "trusts," recalls a journey he made as a youth... Shot of Capitol, in Washington D.C. Shot of Congressional Investigating Committee (reproduction of existing J.P. Morgan newsreel). This runs silent under narration. Walter P. Thatcher is on the stand. He is flanked by his son, Walter P. Thatcher Jr., and other partners. He is being questioned by some Merry Andrew congressmen. At this moment, a baby alligator has just been placed in his lap, causing considerable confusion and embarrassment. Newsreel close-up of Thatcher, the soundtrack of which now fades in. THATCHER ... because of that trivial incident... INVESTIGATOR It is a fact, however, is it not, that in 1870, you did go to Colorado? THATCHER I did. INVESTIGATOR In connection with the Kane affairs? THATCHER Yes. My firm had been appointed trustees by Mrs. Kane for the fortune, which she had recently acquired. It was her wish that I should take charge of this boy, Charles Foster Kane. NARRATOR That same month in Union Square - INVESTIGATOR Is it not a fact that on that occasion, the boy personally attacked you after striking you in the stomach with a sled? Loud laughter and confusion. THATCHER Mr. Chairman, I will read to this committee a prepared statement I have brought with me - and I will then refuse to answer any further questions. Mr. Johnson, please! A young assistant hands him a sheet of paper from a briefcase. THATCHER (reading it) "With full awareness of the meaning of my words and the responsibility of what I am about to say, it is my considered belief that Mr. Charles Foster Kane, in every essence of his social beliefs and by the dangerous manner in which he has persistently attacked the American traditions of private property, initiative and opportunity for advancement, is - in fact - nothing more or less than a Communist." Newsreel of Union Square meeting, section of crowd carrying banners urging the boycott of Kane papers. A speaker is on the platform above the crowd. SPEAKER (fading in on soundtrack) - till the words "Charles Foster Kane" are a menace to every working man in this land. He is today what he has always been and always will be - A FASCIST! NARRATOR And yet another opinion - Kane's own. Silent newsreel on a windy platform, flag-draped, in front of the magnificent Enquirer building. On platform, in full ceremonial dress, is Charles Foster Kane. He orates silently. TITLE: "I AM, HAVE BEEN, AND WILL BE ONLY ONE THING - AN AMERICAN." CHARLES FOSTER KANE. Same locale, Kane shaking hands out of frame. Another newsreel shot, much later, very brief, showing Kane, older and much fatter, very tired-looking, seated with his second wife in a nightclub. He looks lonely and unhappy in the midst of the gaiety. NARRATOR Twice married, twice divorced - first to a president's niece, Emily Norton - today, by her second marriage, chatelaine of the oldest of England's stately homes. Sixteen years after that - two weeks after his divorce from Emily Norton - Kane married Susan Alexander, singer, at the Town Hall in Trenton, New Jersey. TITLE: FEW PRIVATE LIVES WERE MORE PUBLIC. Period still of Emily Norton (1900). DISSOLVE: Reconstructed silent newsreel. Kane, Susan, and Bernstein emerging from side doorway of City Hall into a ring of press photographers, reporters, etc. Kane looks startled, recoils for an instance, then charges down upon the photographers, laying about him with his stick, smashing whatever he can hit. NARRATOR For wife two, one-time opera singing Susan Alexander, Kane built Chicago's Municipal Opera House. Cost: three million dollars. Conceived for Susan Alexander Kane, half-finished before she divorced him, the still unfinished Xanadu. Cost: no man can say. Still of architect's sketch with typically glorified "rendering" of the Chicago Municipal Opera House. DISSOLVE: A glamorous shot of the almost-finished Xanadu, a magnificent fairy-tale estate built on a mountain. (1920) Then shots of its preparation. (1917) Shots of truck after truck, train after train, flashing by with tremendous noise. Shots of vast dredges, steamshovels. Shot of ship standing offshore unloading its lighters. In quick succession, shots follow each other, some reconstructed, some in miniature, some real shots (maybe from the dam projects) of building, digging, pouring concrete, etc. NARRATOR One hundred thousand trees, twenty thousand tons of marble, are the ingredients of Xanadu's mountain. Xanadu's livestock: the fowl of the air, the fish of the sea, the beast of the field and jungle - two of each; the biggest private zoo since Noah. Contents of Kane's palace: paintings, pictures, statues, the very stones of many another palace, shipped to Florida from every corner of the earth, from other Kane houses, warehouses, where they mouldered for years. Enough for ten museums - the loot of the world. More shots as before, only this time we see (in miniature) a large mountain - at different periods in its development - rising out of the sands. Shots of elephants, apes, zebras, etc. being herded, unloaded, shipped, etc. in various ways. Shots of packing cases being unloaded from ships, from trains, from trucks, with various kinds of lettering on them (Italian, Arabian, Chinese, etc.) but all consigned to Charles Foster Kane, Xanadu, Florida. A reconstructed still of Xanadu - the main terrace. A group of persons in clothes of the period of 1917. In their midst, clearly recognizable, are Kane and Susan. NARRATOR Kane urged his country's entry into one war, opposed participation in another. Swung the election to one American President at least, was called another's assassin. Thus, Kane's papers might never have survived - had not the President. TITLE: FROM XANADU, FOR THE PAST TWENTY-FIVE YEARS, ALL KANE ENTERPRISES HAVE BEEN DIRECTED, MANY OF THE NATIONS DESTINIES SHAPED. Shots of various authentically worded headlines of American papers since 1895. Spanish-American War shots. (1898) A graveyard in France of the World War and hundreds of crosses. (1919) Old newsreels of a political campaign. Insert of a particularly virulent headline and/or cartoon. HEADLINE: "PRESIDENT SHOT" NARRATOR Kane, molder of mass opinion though he was, in all his life was never granted elective office by the voters of his country. Few U.S. news publishers have been. Few, like one-time Congressman Hearst, have ever run for any office - most know better - conclude with other political observers that one man's press has power enough for himself. But Kane papers were once strong indeed, and once the prize seemed almost his. In 1910, as Independent Candidate for governor, the best elements of the state behind him - the White House seemingly the next easy step in a lightning political career - Night shot of crowd burning Charles Foster Kane in effigy. The dummy bears a grotesque, comic resemblance to Kane. It is tossed into the flames, which burn up - - and then down... (1910) FADE OUT: TITLE: IN POLITICS - ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID, NEVER A BRIDE Newsreel shots of great crowds streaming into a building - Madison Square Garden - then shots inside the vast auditorium, at one end of which is a huge picture of Kane. (1910) Shot of box containing the first Mrs. Kane and young Howard Kane, age five. They are acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. (Silent Shot) (1910) Newreel shot of dignitaries on platform, with Kane, alongside of speaker's table, beaming, hand upraised to silence the crowd. (Silent Shot) (1910) NARRATOR Then, suddenly - less than one week before election - defeat! Shameful, ignominious - defeat that set back for twenty years the cause of reform in the U.S., forever cancelled political chances for Charles Foster Kane. Then, in the third year of the Great Depression... As to all publishers, it sometimes must - to Bennett, to Munsey and Hearst it did - a paper closes! For Kane, in four short years: collapse! Eleven Kane papers, four Kane magazines merged, more sold, scrapped - Newreel shot - closeup of Kane delivering a speech... (1910) The front page of a contemporary paper - a screaming headline. Twin phots of Kane and Susan. (1910) Printed title about Depression. Once more repeat the map of the USA 1932-1939. Suddenly, the cartoon goes into reverse, the empire begins to shrink, illustrating the narrator's words. The door of a newspaper office with the signs: "Closed." NARRATOR Then four long years more - alone in his never-finished, already decaying, pleasure palace, aloof, seldom visited, never photographed, Charles Foster Kane continued to direct his falling empire ... vainly attempting to sway, as he once did, the destinies of a nation that has ceased to listen to him ... ceased to trust him... Shots of Xanadu. (1940) Series of shots, entirely modern, but rather jumpy and obviously bootlegged, showing Kane in a bath chair, swathed in summer rugs, being perambulated through his rose garden, a desolate figure in the sunshine. (1935) NARRATOR Last week, death came to sit upon the throne of America's Kubla Khan - last week, as it must to all men, death came to Charles Foster Kane. DISSOLVE: Cabinent Photograph (Full Screen) of Kane as an old, old man. This image remains constant on the screen (as camera pulls back, taking in the interior of a dark projection room. INT. PROJECTION ROOM - DAY - 1940 A fairly large one, with a long throw to the screen. It is dark. The image of Kane as an old man remains constant on the screen as camera pulls back, slowly taking in and registering Projection Room. This action occurs, however, only after the first few lines of encuring dialogue have been spoken. The shadows of the men speaking appear as they rise from their chairs - black against the image of Kane's face on the screen. NOTE: These are the editors of a "News Digest" short, and of the Rawlston magazines. All his enterprises are represented in the projection room, and Rawlston himself, that great man, is present also and will shortly speak up. During the entire course of this scene, nobody's face is really seen. Sections of their bodies are picked out by a table light, a silhouette is thrown on the screen, and their faces and bodies are themselves thrown into silhouette against the brilliant slanting rays of light from the projection room. A Third Man is on the telephone. We see a corner of his head and the phone. THIRD MAN (at phone) Stand by. I'll tell you if we want to run it again. (hangs up) THOMPSON'S VOICE Well? A short pause. A MAN'S VOICE It's a tough thing to do in a newsreel. Seventy years of a man's life - Murmur of highly salaried assent at this. Rawlston walks toward camera and out of the picture. Others are rising. Camera during all of this, apparently does its best to follow action and pick up faces, but fails. Actually, all set-ups are to be planned very carefully to exclude the element of personality from this scene; which is expressed entirely by voices, shadows, sillhouettes and the big, bright image of Kane himself on the screen. A VOICE See what Arthur Ellis wrote about him in the American review? THIRD MAN I read it. THE VOICE (its owner is already leaning across the table, holding a piece of paper under the desk light and reading from it) Listen: Kane is dead. He contributed to the journalism of his day - the talent of a mountebank, the morals of a bootlegger, and the manners of a pasha. He and his kind have almost succeeded in transforming a once noble profession into a seven percent security - no longer secure. ANOTHER VOICE That's what Arthur Ellis is writing now. Thirty years ago, when Kane gave him his chance to clean up Detroit and Chicago and St. Louis, Kane was the greatest guy in the world. If you ask me - ANOTHER VOICE Charles Foster Kane was a... Then observations are made almost simultaneous. RAWLSTON'S VOICE Just a minute! Camera moves to take in his bulk outlined against the glow from the projection room. RAWLSTON What were Kane's last words? A silence greets this. RAWLSTON What were the last words he said on earth? Thompson, you've made us a good short, but it needs character - SOMEBODY'S VOICE Motivation - RAWLSTON That's it - motivation. What made Kane what he was? And, for that matter, what was he? What we've just seen are the outlines of a career - what's behind the career? What's the man? Was he good or bad? Strong or foolish? Tragic or silly? Why did he do all those things? What was he after? (then, appreciating his point) Maybe he told us on his death bed. THOMPSON Yes, and maybe he didn't. RAWLSTON Ask the question anyway, Thompson! Build the picture around the question, even if you can't answer it. THOMPSON I know, but - RAWLSTON (riding over him like any other producer) All we saw on that screen was a big American - A VOICE One of the biggest. RAWLSTON (without pausing for this) But how is he different from Ford? Or Hearst for that matter? Or Rockefeller - or John Doe? A VOICE I know people worked for Kane will tell you - not only in the newspaper business - look how he raised salaries. You don't want to forget - ANOTHER VOICE You take his labor record alone, they ought to hang him up like a dog. RAWLSTON I tell you, Thompson - a man's dying words - SOMEBODY'S VOICE What were they? Silence. SOMEBODY'S VOICE (hesitant) Yes, Mr. Rawlston, what were Kane's dying words? RAWLSTON (with disgust) Rosebud! A little ripple of laughter at this, which is promptly silenced by Rawlston. RAWLSTON That's right. A VOICE Tough guy, huh? (derisively) Dies calling for Rosebud! RAWLSTON Here's a man who might have been President. He's been loved and hated and talked about as much as any man in our time - but when he comes to die, he's got something on his mind called "Rosebud." What does that mean? ANOTHER VOICE A racehorse he bet on once, probably, that didn't come in - Rosebud! RAWLSTON All right. But what was the race? There is a short silence. RAWLSTON Thompson! THOMPSON Yes, sir. RAWLSTON Hold this thing up for a week. Two weeks if you have to... THOMPSON (feebly) But don't you think if we release it now - he's only been dead four days - it might be better than if - RAWLSTON (decisively) Nothing is ever better than finding out what makes people tick. Go after the people that knew Kane well. That manager of his - the little guy, Bernstein, those two wives, all the people who knew him, had worked for him, who loved him, who hated his guts - (pauses) I don't mean go through the City Directory, of course - The Third Man gives a hearty "yes-man" laugh. THOMPSON I'll get to it right away, Mr. Rawlston. RAWLSTON (rising) Good! The camera from behind him, outlines his back against Kane's picture on the screen. RAWLSTON'S VOICE (continued) It'll probably turn out to be a very simple thing... FADE OUT: NOTE: Now begins the story proper - the seach by Thompson for the facts about Kane - his researches ... his interviews with the people who knew Kane. It is important to remember always that only at the very end of the story is Thompson himself a personality. Until then, throughout the picture, we photograph only Thompson's back, shoulders, or his shadow - sometimes we only record his voice. He is not until the final scene a "character". He is the personification of the search for the truth about Charles Foster Kane. He is the investigator. FADE IN: EXT. CHEAP CABARET - "EL RANCHO" - ATLANTIC CITY - NIGHT - 1940 (MINIATURE) - RAIN The first image to register is a sign: "EL RANCHO" FLOOR SHOW SUSAN ALEXANDER KANE TWICE NIGHTLY These words, spelled out in neon, glow out of the darkness at the end of the fade out. Then there is lightning which reveals a squalid roof-top on which the sign stands. Thunder again, and faintly the sound of music from within. A light glows from a skylight. The camera moves to this and closes in. Through the splashes of rain, we see through the skylight down into the interior of the cabaret. Directly below us at a table sits the lone figure of a woman, drinking by herself. DISSOLVE: INT. "EL RANCO" CABARET - NIGHT - 1940 Medium shot of the same woman as before, finishing the drink she started to take above. It is Susie. The music, of course, is now very loud. Thompson, his back to the camera, moves into the picture in the close foreground. A Captain appears behind Susie, speaking across her to Thompson. THE CAPTAIN (a Greek) This is Mr. Thompson, Miss Alexander. Susan looks up into Thompson's face. She is fifty, trying to look much younger, cheaply blonded, in a cheap, enormously generous evening dress. Blinking up into Thompson's face, she throws a crink into ther mouth. Her eyes, which she thinks is keeping commandingly on his, are bleared and watery. SUSAN (to the Captain) I want another drink, John. Low thunder from outside. THE CAPTAIN (seeing his chance) Right away. Will you have something, Mr. Thompson? THOMPSON (staring to sit down) I'll have a highball. SUSAN (so insistently as to make Thompson change his mind and stand up again) Who told you you could sit down here? THOMPSON Oh! I thought maybe we could have a drink together? SUSAN Think again! There is an awkward pause as Thompson looks from her to the Captain. SUSAN Why don't you people let me alone? I'm minding my own business. You mind yours. THOMPSON If you'd just let me talk to you for a little while, Miss Alexander. All I want to ask you... SUSAN Get out of here! (almost hysterical) Get out! Get out! Thompson looks at the Captain, who shrugs his shoulders. THOMPSON I'm sorry. Maybe some other time - If he thought he would get a response from Susan, who thinks she is looking at him steelily, he realizes his error. He nods and walks off, following the Captain out the door. THE CAPTAIN She's just not talking to anybody from the newspapers, Mr. Thompson. THOMPSON I'm not from a newspaper exactly, I - They have come upon a waiter standing in front of a booth. THE CAPTAIN (to the waiter) Get her another highball. THE WAITER Another double? THE CAPTAIN (after a moment, pityingly) Yes. They walk to the door. THOMPSON She's plastered, isn't she? THE CAPTAIN She'll snap out of it. Why, until he died, she'd just as soon talk about Mr. Kane as about anybody. Sooner. THOMPSON I'll come down in a week or so and see her again. Say, you might be able to help me. When she used to talk about Kane - did she ever happen to say anything - about Rosebud? THE CAPTAIN Rosebud? Thompson has just handed him a bill. The Captain pockets it. THE CAPTAIN Thank you, sir. As a matter of fact, yesterday afternoon, when it was in all the papers - I asked her. She never heard of Rosebud. FADE OUT: FADE IN: INT. THATCHER MEMORIAL LIBRARY - DAY - 1940 An excruciatingly noble interpretation of Mr. Thatcher himself executed in expensive marble. He is shown seated on one of those improbable Edwin Booth chairs and is looking down, his stone eyes fixed on the camera. We move down off of this, showing the impressive pedestal on which the monument is founded. The words, "Walter Parks Thatcher" are prominently and elegantly engraved thereon. Immediately below the inscription we encounter, in a medium shot, the person of Bertha Anderson, an elderly, manish spinnster, seated behind her desk. Thompson, his hat in his hand, is standing before her. Bertha is on the phone. BERTHA (into phone) Yes. I'll take him in now. (hangs up and looks at Thompson) The directors of the Thatcher Library have asked me to remind you again of the condition under which you may inspect certain portions of Mr. Thatcher's unpublished memoirs. Under no circumstances are direct quotations from his manuscript to be used by you. THOMPSON That's all right. BERTHA You may come with me. Without watching whether he is following her or not, she rises and starts towards a distant and imposingly framed door. Thompson, with a bit of a sigh, follows. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. THE VAULT ROOM - THATCHER MEMORIAL LIBRARY - DAY - 1940 A room with all the warmth and charm of Napolean's tomb. As we dissolve in, the door opens in and we see past Thompson's shoulders the length of the room. Everything very plain, very much made out of marble and very gloomy. Illumination from a skylight above adds to the general air of expensive and classical despair. The floor is marble, and there is a gigantic, mahogany table in the center of everything. Beyond this is to be seen, sunk in the marble wall at the far end of the room, the safe from which a guard, in a khaki uniform, with a revolver holster at his hip, is extracting the journal of Walter P. Thatcher. He brings it to Bertha as if he were the guardian of a bullion shipment. During this, Bertha has been speaking. BERTHA (to the guard) Pages eighty-three to one hundred and forty-two, Jennings. GUARD Yes, Miss Anderson. BERTHA (to Thompson) You will confine yourself, it is our understanding, to the chapter dealing with Mr. Kane. THOMPSON That's all I'm interested in. The guard has, by this time, delivered the precious journal. Bertha places it reverently on the table before Thompson. BERTHA You will be required to leave this room at four-thirty promptly. She leaves. Thompson starts to light a cigarette. The guard shakes his head. With a sigh, Thompson bends over to read the manuscript. Camera moves down over his shoulder onto page of manuscript. Manuscript, neatly and precisely written: "CHARLES FOSTER KANE WHEN THESE LINES APPEAR IN PRINT, FIFTY YEARS AFTER MY DEATH, I AM CONFIDENT THAT THE WHOLE WORLD WILL AGREE WITH MY OPINION OF CHARLES FOSTER KANE, ASSUMING THAT HE IS NOT THEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN, WHICH I REGARD AS EXTREMELY LIKELY. A GOOD DEAL OF NONSENSE HAS APPEARED ABOUT MY FIRST MEETING WITH KANE, WHEN HE WAS SIX YEARS OLD... THE FACTS ARE SIMPLE. IN THE WINTER OF 1870..." The camera has not held on the entire page. It has been following the words with the same action that the eye does the reading. On the last words, the white page of the paper DISSOLVES INTO: EXT. MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 The white of a great field of snow, seen from the angle of a parlor window. In the same position of the last word in above Insert, appears the tiny figure of Charles Foster Kane, aged five (almost like an animated cartoon). He is in the act of throwing a snowball at the camera. It sails toward us and over our heads, out of scene. Reverse angle - on the house featuring a large sign reading: MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE HIGH CLASS MEALS AND LODGING INQUIRE WITHIN Charles Kane's snowball hits the sign. INT. PARLOR - MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Camera is angling through the window, but the window-frame is not cut into scene. We see only the field of snow again, same angle as in previous scene. Charles is manufacturing another snowball. Now - Camera pulls back, the frame of the window appearing, and we are inside the parlor of the boardinghouse. Mrs. Kane, aged about 28, is looking out towards her son. Just as we take her in she speaks: MRS. KANE (calling out) Be careful, Charles! THATCHER'S VOICE Mrs. Kane - MRS. KANE (calling out the window almost on top of this) Pull your muffler around your neck, Charles - But Charles, deliriously happy in the snow, is oblivious to this and is running away. Mrs. Kane turns into camera and we see her face - a strong face, worn and kind. THATCHER'S VOICE I think we'll have to tell him now - Camera now pulls back further, showing Thatcher standing before a table on which is his stove-pipe hat and an imposing multiplicity of official-looking documents. He is 26 and, as might be expected, a very stuffy young man, already very expensive and conservative looking, even in Colorado. MRS. KANE I'll sign those papers - KANE SR. You people seem to forget that I'm the boy's father. At the sound of Kane Sr.'s voice, both have turned to him and the camera pulls back still further, taking him in. Kane Sr., who is the assistant curator in a livery stable, has been groomed as elegantly as is likely for this meeting ever since daybreak. From outside the window can be heard faintly the wild and cheerful cries of the boy, blissfully cavorting in the snow. MRS. KANE It's going to be done exactly the way I've told Mr. Thatcher - KANE SR. If I want to, I can go to court. A father has a right to - THATCHER (annoyed) Mr. Kane, the certificates that Mr. Graves left here are made out to Mrs. Kane, in her name. Hers to do with as she pleases - KANE SR. Well, I don't hold with signing my boy away to any bank as guardian just because - MRS. KANE (quietly) I want you to stop all this nonsense, Jim. THATCHER The Bank's decision in all matters concerning his education, his place of residence and similar subjects will be final. (clears his throat) KANE SR. The idea of a bank being the guardian - Mrs. Kane has met his eye. Her triumph over him finds expression in his failure to finish his sentence. MRS. KANE (even more quietly) I want you to stop all this nonsense, Jim. THATCHER We will assume full management of the Colorado Lode - of which you, Mrs. Kane, are the sole owner. Kane Sr. opens his mouth once or twice, as if to say something, but chokes down his opinion. MRS. KANE (has been reading past Thatcher's shoulder as he talked) Where do I sign, Mr. Thatcher? THATCHER Right here, Mrs. Kane. KANE SR. (sulkily) Don't say I didn't warn you. Mrs. Kane lifts the quill pen. KANE SR. Mary, I'm asking you for the last time - anyon'd think I hadn't been a good husband and a - Mrs. Kane looks at him slowly. He stops his speech. THATCHER The sum of fifty thousand dollars a year is to be paid to yourself and Mr. Kane as long as you both live, and thereafter the survivor - Mrs. Kane puts pen to the paper and signs. KANE SR. Well, let's hope it's all for the best. MRS. KANE It is. Go on, Mr. Thatcher - Mrs. Kane, listening to Thatcher, of course has had her other ear bent in the direction of the boy's voice. Thatcher is aware both of the boy's voice, which is counter to his own, and of Mrs. Kane's divided attention. As he pauses, Kane Sr. genteelly walks over to close the window. EXT. MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Kane Jr., seen from Kane Sr.'s position at the window. He is advancing on the snowman, snowballs in his hands, dropping to one knee the better to confound his adversary. KANE If the rebels want a fight boys, let's give it to 'em! He throws two snowballs, missing widely, and gets up and advances another five feet before getting on his knees again. KANE The terms are underconditional surrender. Up and at 'em! The Union forever! INT. PARLOR - MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Kane Sr. closes the window. THATCHER (over the boy's voice) Everything else - the principal as well as all monies earned - is to be administered by the bank in trust for your son, Charles Foster Kane, until his twenty-fifth birthday, at which time he is to come into complete possession. Mrs. Kane rises and goes to the window. MRS. KANE Go on, Mr. Thatcher. Thatcher continues as she opens the window. His voice, as before, is heard with overtones of the boy's. EXT. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Kane Jr., seen from Mrs. Kane's position at the window. He is now within ten feet of the snowman, with one snowball left which he is holding back in his right hand. KANE You can't lick Andy Jackson! Old Hickory, that's me! He fires his snowball, well wide of the mark and falls flat on his stomach, starting to crawl carefully toward the snowman. THATCHER'S VOICE It's nearly five, Mrs. Kane, don't you think I'd better meet the boy - INT. PARLOR - MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Mrs. Kane at the window. Thatcher is now standing at her side. MRS. KANE I've got his trunk all packed - (she chokes a little) I've it packed for a couple of weeks - She can't say anymore. She starts for the hall day. Kane Sr., ill at ease, has no idea of how to comfort her. THATCHER I've arranged for a tutor to meet us in Chicago. I'd have brought him along with me, but you were so anxious to keep everything secret - He stops as he realizes that Mrs. Kane has paid no attention to him and, having opened the door, is already well into the hall that leads to the side door of the house. He takes a look at Kane Sr., tightens his lips and follows Mrs. Kane. Kane, shoulders thrown back like one who bears defeat bravely, follows him. EXT. MRS. KANE'S BOARDINGHOUSE - DAY - 1870 Kane, in the snow-covered field. With the snowman between him and the house, he is holding the sled in his hand, just about to make the little run that prefaces a belly-flop. The Kane house, in the background, is a dilapidated, shabby, two-story frame building, with a wooden outhouse. Kane looks up as he sees the single file procession, Mrs. Kane at its head, coming toward him. KANE H'ya, Mom. Mrs. Kane smiles. KANE (gesturing at the snowman) See, Mom? I took the pipe out of his mouth. If it keeps on snowin', maybe I'll make some teeth and - MRS. KANE You better come inside, son. You and I have got to get you all ready for - for - THATCHER Charles, my name is Mr. Thatcher - MRS. KANE This is Mr. Thatcher, Charles. THATCHER How do you do, Charles? KANE SR. He comes from the east. KANE Hello. Hello, Pop. KANE SR. Hello, Charlie! MRS. KANE Mr. Thatcher is going to take you on a trip with him tonight, Charles. You'll be leaving on Number Ten. KANE SR. That's the train with all the lights. KANE You goin', Mom? THATCHER Your mother won't be going right away, Charles - KANE Where'm I going? KANE SR. You're going to see Chicago and New York - and Washington, maybe... Isn't he, Mr. Thatcher? THATCHER (heartily) He certainly is. I wish I were a little boy and going to make a trip like that for the first time. KANE Why aren't you comin' with us, Mom? MRS. KANE We have to stay here, Charles. KANE SR. You're going to live with Mr. Thatcher from now on, Charlie! You're going to be rich. Your Ma figures - that is, er - she and I have decided that this isn't the place for you to grow up in. You'll probably be the richest man in America someday and you ought to - MRS. KANE You won't be lonely, Charles... THATCHER We're going to have a lot of good times together, Charles... Really we are. Kane stares at him. THATCHER Come on, Charles. Let's shake hands. (extends his hand. Charles continues to look at him) Now, now! I'm not as frightening as all that! Let's shake, what do you say? He reaches out for Charles's hand. Without a word, Charles hits him in the stomach with the sled. Thatcher stumbles back a few feet, gasping. THATCHER (with a sickly grin) You almost hurt me, Charles. (moves towards him) Sleds aren't to hit people with. Sleds are to - to sleigh on. When we get to New York, Charles, we'll get you a sled that will - He's near enough to try to put a hand on Kane's shoulder. As he does, Kane kicks him in the ankle. MRS. KANE Charles! He throws himself on her, his arms around her. Slowly Mrs. Kane puts her arms around him. KANE (frightened) Mom! Mom! MRS. KANE It's all right, Charles, it's all right. Thatcher is looking on indignantly, occasionally bending over to rub his ankle. KANE SR. Sorry, Mr. Thatcher! What the kid needs is a good thrashing! MRS. KANE That's what you think, is it, Jim? KANE SR. Yes. Mrs. Kane looks slowly at Mr. Kane. MRS. KANE (slowly) That's why he's going to be brought up where you can't get at him. DISSOLVE: 1870 - NIGHT (STOCK OR MINIATURE) Old-fashioned railroad wheels underneath a sleeper, spinning along the track. DISSOLVE: INT. TRAIN - OLD-FASHIONED DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT - 1870 Thatcher, with a look of mingled exasperation, annoyance, sympathy and inability to handle the situation, is standing alongside a berth, looking at Kane. Kane, his face in the pillow, is crying with heartbreaking sobs. KANE Mom! Mom! DISSOLVE OUT: The white page of the Thatcher manuscript. We pick up the words: "HE WAS, I REPEAT, A COMMON ADVENTURER, SPOILED, UNSCRUPULOUS, IRRESPONSIBLE." The words are followed by printed headline on "Enquirer" copy (as in following scene). INT. ENQUIRER CITY ROOM - DAY - 1898 Close-up on printed headline which reads: "ENEMY ARMADA OFF JERSEY COAST" Camera pulls back to reveal Thatcher holding the "Enquirer" copy, on which we read the headline. He is standing near the editorial round table around which a section of the staff, including Reilly, Leland and Kane are eating lunch. THATCHER (coldly) Is that really your idea of how to run a newspaper? KANE I don't know how to run a newspaper, Mr. Thatcher. I just try everything I can think of. THATCHER (reading headline of paper he is still holding) "Enemy Armada Off Jersey Coast." You know you haven't the slightest proof that this - this armada - is off the Jersey Coast. KANE Can you prove it isn't? Bernstein has come into the picture. He has a cable in his hand. He stops when he sees Thatcher. KANE Mr. Bernstein, Mr. Thatcher - BERNSTEIN How are you, Mr. Thatcher? THATCHER How do you do? - BERNSTEIN We just had a wire from Cuba, Mr. Kane - (stops, embarrassed) KANE That's all right. We have no secrets from our readers. Mr. Thatcher is one of our most devoted readers, Mr. Bernstein. He knows what's wrong with every issue since I've taken charge. What's the cable? BERNSTEIN (reading) The food is marvelous in Cuba the senoritas are beautiful stop I could send you prose poems of palm trees and sunrises and tropical colors blending in far off landscapes but don't feel right in spending your money for this stop there's no war in Cuba regards Wheeler. THATCHER You see! There hasn't been a true word - KANE I think we'll have to send our friend Wheeler a cable, Mr. Bernstein. Of course, we'll have to make it shorter than his, because he's working on an expense account and we're not. Let me see - (snaps his fingers) Mike! MIKE (a fairly tough customer prepares to take dictation, his mouth still full of food) Go ahead, Mr. Kane. KANE Dear Wheeler - (pauses a moment) You provide the prose poems - I'll provide the war. Laughter from the boys and girls at the table. BERNSTEIN That's fine, Mr. Kane. KANE I rather like it myself. Send it right away. MIKE Right away. BERNSTEIN Right away. Mike and Bernstein leave. Kane looks up, grinning at Thatcher, who is bursting with indignation but controls himself. After a moment of indecision, he decides to make one last try. THATCHER I came to see you, Charles, about your - about the Enquirer's campaign against the Metropolitan Transfer Company. KANE Won't you step into my office, Mr. Thatcher? They cross the City Room together. THATCHER I think I should remind you, Charles, of a fact you seem to have forgotten. You are yourself one of the largest individual stockholders. INT. KANE'S OFFICE - DAY - 1898 Kane holds the door open for Thatcher. They come in together. KANE Mr. Thatcher, isn't everything I've been saying in the Enquirer about the traction trust absolutely true? THATCHER (angrily) They're all part of your general attack - your senseless attack - on everything and everybody who's got more than ten cents in his pocket. They're - KANE The trouble is, Mr. Thatcher, you don't realize you're talking to two people. Kane moves around behind his desk. Thatcher doesn't understand, looks at him. KANE As Charles Foster Kane, who has eighty- two thousand, six hundred and thirty-one shares of Metropolitan Transfer - you see, I do have a rough idea of my holdings - I sympathize with you. Charles Foster Kane is a dangerous scoundrel, his paper should be run out of town and a committee should be formed to boycott him. You may, if you can form such a committee, put me down for a contribution of one thousand dollars. THATCHER (angrily) Charles, my time is too valuable for me - KANE On the other hand - (his manner becomes serious) I am the publisher of the Enquirer. As such, it is my duty - I'll let you in on a little secret, it is also my pleasure - to see to it that decent, hard-working people of this city are not robbed blind by a group of money- mad pirates because, God help them, they have no one to look after their interests! I'll let you in on another little secret, Mr. Thatcher. I think I'm the man to do it. You see, I have money and property - Thatcher doesn't understand him. KANE If I don't defend the interests of the underprivileged, somebody else will - maybe somebody without any money or any property and that would be too bad. Thatcher glares at him, unable to answer. Kane starts to dance. KANE Do you know how to tap, Mr. Thatcher? You ought to learn - (humming quietly, he continues to dance) Thatcher puts on his hat. THATCHER I happened to see your consolidated statement yesterday, Charles. Could I not suggest to you that it is unwise for you to continue this philanthropic enterprise - (sneeringly) this Enquirer - that is costing you one million dollars a year? KANE You're right. We did lose a million dollars last year. Thatcher thinks maybe the point has registered. KANE We expect to lost a million next year, too. You know, Mr. Thatcher - (starts tapping quietly) at the rate of a million a year - we'll have to close this place in sixty years. DISSOLVE: INT. THE VAULT ROOM - THATCHER MEMORIAL LIBRARY - DAY Thompson - at the desk. With a gesture of annoyance, he is closing the manuscript. Camera arcs quickly around from over his shoulder to hold on door behind him, missing his face as he rises and turns to confront Miss Anderson, who has come into the room to shoo him out. Very prominent on this wall is an over-sized oil painting of Thatcher in the best Union League Club renaissance style. MISS ANDERSON You have enjoyed a very rare privilege, young man. Did you find what you were looking for? THOMPSON No. Tell me something, Miss Anderson. You're not Rosebud, are you? MISS ANDERSON What? THOMPSON I didn't think you were. Well, thanks for the use of the hall. He puts his hat on his head and starts out, lighting a cigarette as he goes. Miss Anderson, scandalized, watches him. FADE OUT: FADE IN: INT. BERNSTEIN'S OFFICE - ENQUIRER SKYSCRAPER - DAY - 1940 Closeup of a still of Kane, aged about sixty-five. Camera pulls back, showing it is a framed photograph on the wall. Over the picture are crossed American flags. Under it sits Bernstein, back of his desk. Bernstein, always an undersized Jew, now seems even smaller than in his youth. He is bald as an egg, spry, with remarkably intense eyes. As camera continues to travel back, the back of Thompson's head and his shoulders come into the picture. BERNSTEIN (wryly) Who's a busy man? Me? I'm Chairman of the Board. I got nothing but time ... What do you want to know? THOMPSON (still explaining) Well, Mr. Bernstein, you were with Mr. Kane from the very beginning - BERNSTEIN From before the beginning, young fellow. And now it's after the end. (turns to Thompson) Anything you want to know about him - about the paper - THOMPSON - We thought maybe, if we can find out what he meant by that last word - as he was dying - BERNSTEIN That Rosebud? Maybe some girl? There were a lot of them back in the early days, and - THOMPSON Not some girl he knew casually and then remembered after fifty years, on his death bed - BERNSTEIN You're pretty young, Mr. - (remembers the name) Mr. Thompson. A fellow will remember things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on a ferry and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in - (slowly) - and on it, there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on - and she was carrying a white pastrol - and I only saw her for one second and she didn't see me at all - but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl. (triumphantly) See what I mean? (smiles) Well, so what are you doing about this "Rosebud," Mr. Thompson. THOMPSON I'm calling on people who knew Mr. Kane. I'm calling on you. BERNSTEIN Who else you been to see? THOMPSON Well, I went down to Atlantic City - BERNSTEIN Susie? I called her myself the day after he died. I thought maybe somebody ought to... (sadly) She couldn't even come to the 'phone. THOMPSON You know why? She was so - BERNSTEIN Sure, sure. THOMPSON I'm going back there. BERNSTEIN Who else did you see? THOMPSON Nobody else, but I've been through that stuff of Walter Thatcher's. That journal of his - BERNSTEIN Thatcher! That man was the biggest darn fool I ever met - THOMPSON He made an awful lot of money. BERNSTEIN It's not trick to make an awful lot of money if all you want is to make a lot of money. (his eyes get reflective) Thatcher! Bernstein looks out of the window and keeps on looking, seeming to see something as he talks. BERNSTEIN He never knew there was anything in the world but money. That kind of fellow you can fool every day in the week - and twice on Sundays! (reflectively) The time he came to Rome for Mr. Kane's twenty-fifth birthday... You know, when Mr. Kane got control of his own money... Such a fool like Thatcher - I tell you, nobody's business! DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. BERNSTEIN'S OFFICE - DAY - 1940 Bernstein speaking to Thompson. BERNSTEIN He knew what he wanted, Mr. Kane did, and he got it! Thatcher never did figure him out. He was hard to figure sometimes, even for me. Mr. Kane was a genius like he said. He had that funny sense of humor. Sometimes even I didn't get the joke. Like that night the opera house of his opened in Chicago... You know, the opera house he built for Susie, she should be an opera singer... (indicates with a little wave of his hand what he thinks of that; sighing) That was years later, of course - 1914 it was. Mrs. Kane took the leading part in the opera, and she was terrible. But nobody had the nerve to say so - not even the critics. Mr. Kane was a big man in those days. But this one fellow, this friend of his, Branford Leland - He leaves the sentence up in the air, as we DISSOLVE: INT. CITY ROOM - CHICAGO ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1914 It is late. The room is almost empty. Nobody is at work at the desks. Bernstein, fifty, is waiting anxiously with a little group of Kane's hirelings, most of them in evening dress with overcoats and hats. Eveybody is tense and expectant. CITY EDITOR (turns to a young hireling; quietly) What about Branford Leland? Has he got in his copy? HIRELING Not yet. BERNSTEIN Go in and ask him to hurry. CITY EDITOR Well, why don't you, Mr. Bernstein? You know Mr. Leland. BERNSTEIN (looks at him for a moment; then slowly) I might make him nervous. CITY EDITOR (after a pause) You and Leland and Mr. Kane - you were great friends back in the old days, I understand. BERNSTEIN (with a smile) That's right. They called us the "Three Musketeers." Somebody behind Bernstein has trouble concealing his laughter. The City Editor speaks quickly to cover the situation. CITY EDITOR He's a great guy - Leland. (another little pause) Why'd he ever leave New York? BERNSTEIN (he isn't saying) That's a long story. ANOTHER HIRELING (a tactless one) Wasn't there some sort of quarrel between - BERNSTEIN (quickly) I had nothing to do with it. (then, somberly) It was Leland and Mr. Kane, and you couldn't call it a quarrel exactly. Better we should forget such things - (turning to City Editor) Leland is writing it up from the dramatic angle? CITY EDITOR Yes. I thought it was a good idea. We've covered it from the news end, of course. BERNSTEIN And the social. How about the music notice? You got that in? CITY EDITOR Oh, yes, it's already made up. Our Mr. Mervin wrote a small review. BERNSTEIN Enthusiastic? CITY EDITOR Yes, very! (quietly) Naturally. BERNSTEIN Well, well - isn't that nice? KANE'S VOICE Mr. Bernstein - Bernstein turns. Medium long shot of Kane, now forty-nine, already quite stout. He is in white tie, wearing his overcoat and carrying a folded opera hat. BERNSTEIN Hello, Mr. Kane. The Hirelings rush, with Bernstein, to Kane's side. Widespread, half-suppressed sensation. CITY EDITOR Mr. Kane, this is a surprise! KANE We've got a nice plant here. Everybody falls silent. There isn't anything to say. KANE Was the show covered by every department? CITY EDITOR Exactly according to your instructions, Mr. Kane. We've got two spreads of pictures. KANE (very, very casually) And the notice? CITY EDITOR Yes - Mr. Kane. KANE (quietly) Is it good? CITY EDITOR Yes, Mr. kane. Kane looks at him for a minute. CITY EDITOR But there's another one still to come - the dramatic notice. KANE (sharply) It isn't finished? CITY EDITOR No, Mr. Kane. KANE That's Leland, isn't it? CITY EDITOR Yes, Mr. Kane. KANE Has he said when he'll finish? CITY EDITOR We haven't heard from him. KANE He used to work fast - didn't he, Mr. Bernstein? BERNSTEIN He sure did, Mr. Kane. KANE Where is he? ANOTHER HIRELING Right in there, Mr. Kane. The Hireling indicates the closed glass door of a little office at the other end of the City Room. Kane takes it in. BERNSTEIN (helpless, but very concerned) Mr. Kane - KANE That's all right, Mr. Bernstein. Kane crosses the length of the long City Room to the glass door indicated before by the Hireling. The City Editor looks at Bernstein. Kane opens the door and goes into the office, closing the door behind him. BERNSTEIN Leland and Mr. Kane - they haven't spoke together for ten years. (long pause; finally) Excuse me. (starts toward the door) INT. LELAND'S OFFICE - CHICAGO ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1914 Bernstein comes in. An empty bottle is standing on Leland's desk. He has fallen over his typewriter, his face on the keys. A sheet of paper is in the machine. A paragraph has been typed. Kane is standing at the other side of the desk looking down on him. This is the first time we see murder in Kane's face. Bernstein looks at Kane, then crosses to Leland. He shakes him. BERNSTEIN Hey, Brad! Brad! (he straightens, looks at Kane; pause) He ain't been drinking before, Mr. Kane. Never. We would have heard. KANE (finally; after a pause) What does it say there? Bernstein stares at him. KANE What's he written? Bernstein looks over nearsightedly, painfully reading the paragraph written on the page. BERNSTEIN (reading) "Miss Susan Alexander, a pretty but hopelessly incompetent amateur - (he waits for a minute to catch his breath; he doesn't like it) - last night opened the new Chicago Opera House in a performance of - of -" (looks up miserably) I can't pronounce that name, Mr. Kane. KANE Thais. Bernstein looks at Kane for a moment, then looks back, tortured. BERNSTEIN (reading again) "Her singing, happily, is no concern of this department. Of her acting, it is absolutely impossible to..." (he continues to stare at the page) KANE (after a short silence) Go on! BERNSTEIN (without looking up) That's all there is. Kane snatches the paper from the roller and reads it for himself. Slowly, a queer look comes over his face. Then he speaks, very quietly. KANE Of her acting, it is absolutely impossible to say anything except that it represents a new low... (then sharply) Have you got that, Mr. Bernstein? In the opinion of this reviewer - BERNSTEIN (miserably) I didn't see that. KANE It isn't here, Mr. Bernstein. I'm dictating it. BERNSTEIN (looks at him) I can't take shorthand. KANE Get me a typewriter. I'll finish the notice. Bernstein retreats from the room. QUICK DISSOLVE OUT: QUICK DISSOLVE IN: INT. LELAND'S OFFICE - CHICAGO ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1914 Long shot of Kane in his shirt sleeves, illuminated by a desk light, typing furiously. As the camera starts to pull even farther away from this, and as Bernstein - as narrator - begins to speak - QUICK DISSOLVE: INT. BERNSTEIN'S OFFICE - DAY - 1940 Bernstein speaking to Thompson. BERNSTEIN He finished it. He wrote the worst notice I ever read about the girl he loved. We ran it in every paper. THOMPSON (after a pause) I guess Mr. Kane didn't think so well of Susie's art anyway. BERNSTEIN (looks at him very soberly) He thought she was great, Mr. Thompson. He really believed that. He put all his ambition on that girl. After she came along, he never really cared for himself like he used to. Oh, I don't blame Susie - THOMPSON Well, then, how could he write that roast? The notices in the Kane papers were always very kind to her. BERNSTEIN Oh, yes. He saw to that. I tell you, Mr. Thompson, he was a hard man to figure out. He had that funny sense of humor. And then, too, maybe he thought by finishing that piece he could show Leland he was an honest man. You see, Leland didn't think so. I guess he showed him all right. He's a nice fellow, but he's a dreamer. They were always together in those early days when we just started the Enquirer. On these last words, we DISSOLVE: INT. CITY ROOM - ENQUIRER BUILDING - DAY - 1891 The front half of the second floor constitutes one large City Room. Despite the brilliant sunshine outside, very little of it is actually getting into the room because the windows are small and narrow. There are about a dozen tables and desks, of the old-fashioned type, not flat, available for reporters. Two tables, on a raised platform at the end of the room, obviously serve the city room executives. To the left of the platform is an open door which leads into the Sanctrum. As Kane and Leland enter the room, an elderly, stout gent on the raised platform, strikes a bell and the other eight occupants of the room - all men - rise and face the new arrivals. Carter, the elderly gent, in formal clothes, rises and starts toward them. CARTER Welcome, Mr. Kane, to the "Enquirer." I am Herbert Carter. KANE Thank you, Mr Carter. This is Mr. Leland. CARTER (bowing) How do you do, Mr. Leland? KANE (pointing to the standing reporters) Are they standing for me? CARTER I thought it would be a nice gesture - the new publisher - KANE (grinning) Ask them to sit down. CARTER You may resume your work, gentlemen. (to Kane) I didn't know your plans and so I was unable to make any preparations. KANE I don't my plans myself. They are following Carter to his raised platform. KANE As a matter of fact, I haven't got any. Except to get out a newspaper. There is a terrific crash at the doorway. They all turn to see Bernstein sprawled at the entrance. A roll of bedding, a suitcase, and two framed pictures were too much for him. KANE Oh, Mr. Bernstein! Bernstein looks up. KANE If you would come here a moment, please, Mr. Bernstein? Bernstein rises and comes over, tidying himself as he comes. KANE Mr. Carter, this is Mr. Bernstein. Mr. Bernstein is my general manager. CARTER (frigidly) How do you do, Mr. Bernstein? KANE You've got a private office here, haven't you? The delivery wagon driver has now appeared in the entrance with parts of the bedstead and other furniture. He is looking about, a bit bewildered. CARTER (indicating open door to left of platform) My little sanctum is at your disposal. But I don't think I understand - KANE I'm going to live right here. (reflectively) As long as I have to. CARTER But a morning newspaper, Mr. Kane. After all, we're practically closed twelve hours a day - except for the business offices - KANE That's one of the things I think must be changed, Mr. Carter. The news goes on for twenty-four hours a day. DISSOLVE: INT. KANE'S OFFICE - LATE DAY - 1891 Kane, in his shirt sleeves, at a roll-top desk in the Sanctum, is working feverishly on copy and eating a very sizeable meal at the same time. Carter, still formally coated, is seated alongside him. Leland, seated in a corner, is looking on, detached, amused. The furniture has been pushed around and Kane's effects are somewhat in place. On a corner of the desk, Bernstein is writing down figures. No one pays any attention to him. KANE I'm not criticizing, Mr. Carter, but here's what I mean. There's a front page story in the "Chronicle," (points to it) and a picture - of a woman in Brooklyn who is missing. Probably murdered. (looks to make sure of the name) A Mrs. Harry Silverstone. Why didn't the "Enquirer" have that this morning? CARTER (stiffly) Because we're running a newspaper, Mr. Kane, not a scandal sheet. Kane has finished eating. He pushes away his plates. KANE I'm still hungry, Brad. Let's go to Rector's and get something decent. (pointing to the "Chronicle" before him) The "Chronicle" has a two-column headline, Mr. Carter. Why haven't we? CARTER There is no news big enough. KANE If the headline is big enough, it makes the new big enough. The murder of Mrs. Harry Silverstone - CARTER (hotly) As a matter of fact, we sent a man to the Silverstone home yesterday afternoon. (triumphantly) Our man even arrived before the "Chronicle" reporter. And there's no proof that the woman was murdered - or even that she's dead. KANE (smiling a bit) The "Chronicle" doesn't say she's murdered, Mr. Carter. It says the neighbors are getting suspicious. CARTER (stiffly) It's not our function to report the gossip of housewives. If we were interested in that kind of thing, Mr. Kane, we could fill the paper twice over daily - KANE (gently) That's the kind of thing we are going to be interested in from now on, Mr. Carter. Right now, I wish you'd send your best man up to see Mr. Silverstone. Have him tell Mr. Silverstone if he doesn't produce his wife at once, the "Enquirer" will have him arrested. (he gets an idea) Have him tell Mr. Silverstone he's a detective from the Central Office. If Mr. Silverstone asks to see his badge, your man is to get indignant and call Mr. Silverstone an anarchist. Loudly, so that the neighbors can hear. CARTER Really, Mr. Kane, I can't see the function of a respectable newspaper - Kane isn't listening to him. KANE Oh, Mr. Bernstein! Bernstein looks up from his figures. KANE I've just made a shocking discovery. The "Enquirer" is without a telephone. Have two installed at once! BERNSTEIN I ordered six already this morning! Got a discount! Kane looks at Leland with a fond nod of his head at Bernstein. Leland grins back. Mr. Carter, meantime, has risen stiffly. CARTER But, Mr. Kane - KANE That'll be all today, Mr. Carter. You've been most understanding. Good day, Mr. Carter! Carter, with a look that runs just short of apoplexy, leaves the room, closing the door behind him. LELAND Poor Mr. Carter! KANE (shakes his head) What makes those fellows think that a newspaper is something rigid, something inflexible, that people are supposed to pay two cents for - BERNSTEIN (without looking up) Three cents. KANE (calmly) Two cents. Bernstein lifts his head and looks at Kane. Kane gazes back at him. BERNSTEIN (tapping on the paper) This is all figured at three cents a copy. KANE Re-figure it, Mr. Bernstein, at two cents. BERNSTEIN (sighs and puts papers in his pocket) All right, but I'll keep these figures, too, just in case. KANE Ready for dinner, Brad? BERNSTEIN Mr. Leland, if Mr. Kane, he should decide to drop the price to one cent, or maybe even he should make up his mind to give the paper away with a half-pound of tea - you'll just hold him until I get back, won't you? LELAND I'm not guaranteeing a thing, Mr. Bernstein. You people work too fast for me! Talk about new brooms! BERNSTEIN Who said anything about brooms? KANE It's a saying, Mr. Bernstein. A new broom sweeps clean. BERNSTEIN Oh! DISSOLVE: INT.PRIMITIVE COMPOSING AND PRESSROOM - NEW YORK ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1891 The ground floor witht he windows on the street - of the "Enquirer." It is almost midnight by an old-fashioned clock on the wall. Grouped around a large table, on which are several locked forms of type, very old-fashioned of course, but true to the period - are Kane and Leland in elegant evening clothes, Bernstein, unchanged from the afternoon, and Smathers, the composing room foreman, nervous and harassed. SMATHERS But it's impossible, Mr. Kane. We can't remake these pages. KANE These pages aren't made up as I want them, Mr. Smathers. We go to press in five minutes. CARTER (about to crack up) The "Enquirer" has an old and honored tradition, Mr. Kane... The "Enquirer" is not in competition with those other rags. BERNSTEIN We should be publishing such rags, that's all I wish. Why, the "Enquirer" - I wouldn't wrap up the liver for the cat in the "Enquirer" - CARTER (enraged) Mr. Kane, I must ask you to see to it that this - this person learns to control his tongue. Kane looks up. CARTER I've been a newspaperman my whole life and I don't intend - (he starts to sputter) - if it's your intention that I should continue to be harassed by this - this - (he's really sore) I warn you, Mr. Kane, it would go against my grain to desert you when you need me so badly - but I would feel obliged to ask that my resignation be accepted. KANE It is accepted, Mr. Carter, with assurances of my deepest regard. CARTER But Mr. Kane, I meant - Kane turns his back on him, speaks again to the composing room foreman. KANE (quietly) Let's remake these pages, Mr. Smathers. We'll have to publish a half hour late, that's all. SMATHERS (as though Kane were talking Greek) We can't remake them, Mr. Kane. We go to press in five minutes. Kane sighs, unperturbed, as he reaches out his hand and shoves the forms off the table onto the floor, where they scatter into hundreds of bits. KANE You can remake them now, can't you, Mr. Smathers? Smather's mouth opens wider and wider. Bradford and Bernstein are grinning. KANE After the types 've been reset and the pages have been remade according to the way I told you before, Mr. Smathers, kindly have proofs pulled and bring them to me. Then, if I can't find any way to improve them again - (almost as if reluctantly) - I suppose we'll have to go to press. He starts out of the room, followed by Leland. BERNSTEIN (to Smathers) In case you don't understand, Mr. Smathers - he's a new broom. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: EXT. NEW YORK STREET - VERY EARLY DAWN - 1891 The picture is mainly occupied by a large building, on the roof of which the lights spell out the word "Enquirer" against the sunrise. We do not see the street or the first few stories of this building, the windows of which would be certainly illuminated. What we do see is the floor on which is located the City Room. Over this scene, newboys are heard selling the Chronicle, their voices growing in volume. As the dissolve complete itself, camera moves toward the one lighted window - the window of the Sanctrum. DISSOLVE: INT. KANE'S OFFICE - VERY EARLY DAWN - 1891 The newsboys are still heard from the street below - fainter but very insistent. Kane's office is gas-lit, of course, as is the rest of the Enquirer building. Kane, in his shirt sleeves, stands at the open window looking out. The bed is already made up. On it is seated Bernstein, smoking the end of a cigar. Leland is in a chair. NEWSBOYS' VOICES CHRONICLE! CHRONICLE! H'YA - THE CHRONICLE - GET YA! CHRONICLE! Kane, taking a deep breath of the morning air, closes the window and turns to the others. The voices of the newsboys, naturally, are very much fainter after this. LELAND We'll be on the street soon, Charlie - another ten minutes. BERNSTEIN (looking at his watch) It's three hours and fifty minutes late - but we did it - Leland rises from the chair, stretching painfully. KANE Tired? LELAND It's been a tough day. KANE A wasted day. BERNSTEIN (looking up) Wasted? LELAND (incredulously) Charlie?! BERNSTEIN You just made the paper over four times today, Mr. Kane. That's all - KANE I've changed the front page a little, Mr. Bernstein. That's not enough - There's something I've got to get into this paper besides pictures and print - I've got to make the "New York Enquirer" as important to New York as the gas in that light. LELAND (quietly) What're you going to do, Charlie? Kane looks at him for a minute with a queer smile of happy concentration. KANE My Declaration of Principles - (he says it with quotes around it) Don't smile, Brad - (getting the idea) Take dictation, Mr. Bernstein - BERNSTEIN I can't take shorthand, Mr. Kane - KANE I'll write it myself. Kane grabs a piece of rough paper and a grease crayon. Sitting down on the bed next to Bernstein, he starts to write. BERNSTEIN (looking over his shoulder) You don't wanta make any promises, Mr. Kane, you don't wanta keep. KANE (as he writes) These'll be kept. (stops for a minute and reads what he has written; reading) I'll provide the people of this city with a daily paper that will tell all the news honestly. (starts to write again; reading as he writes) I will also provide them - LELAND That's the second sentence you've started with "I" - KANE (looking up) People are going to know who's responsible. And they're going to get the news - the true news - quickly and simply and entertainingly. (he speaks with real conviction) And no special interests will be allowed to interfere with the truth of that news. He looks at Leland for a minute and goes back to his writing, reading as he writes. Bernstein has risen and crossed to one side of Kane. They both stand looking out. Leland joins him on the other side. Their three heads are silhouetted against the sky. Leland's head is seen to turn slightly as he looks into Kane's face - camera very close on this - Kane turns to him and we know their eyes have met, although their faces are almost in sillhouette. Bernstein is still smoking a cigar. DISSOLVE: Front page of the "Enquirer" shows big boxed editorial with heading: MY PRINCIPLES - A DECLARATION BY CHARLES FOSTER KANE Camera continues pulling back and shows newspaper to be on the top of a pile of newspapers. As we draw further back, we see four piles, and as camera contines to pull back, we see six piles and go on back until we see a big field of "Enquirers" - piles of "Enquirers" - all 26,000 copies ready for distribution. A wagon with a huge sign on its side reading "ENQUIRER - CIRCULATION 26,000" passes through foreground, and we wipe to: A pile of "Enquirers" for sale on a broken down wooden box on a street corner, obviously a poor district. A couple of coins fall on the pile. The stoop of a period door with old-fashioned enamel milk can and a bag of rolls. Across the sidewalk before this, moves the shadow of an old-fashioned bicycle with an enormous front wheel. A copy of the "Enquirer" is tossed on the stoop. A breakfast table - beautiful linen and beautiful silver - everything very expensive, gleaming in the sunshine. Into a silver newspaper rack there is slipped a copy of the "Enquirer". Here, as before, the boxed editorial reading MY PRINCIPLES - A DECLARATION BY CHARLES FOSTER KANE, is very prominent on the front page. The wooden floor of a railroad station, flashing light and dark as a train behind the camera rushes by. On the floor, there is tossed a bound bundle of the "New York Enquirer" - the Declaration of Principles still prominent. Rural Delivery - a copy of the "Enquirer"s being put into bins, showing state distribution. The railroad platform again. We stay here for four images. On each image, the speed of the train is faster and the piles of the "Enquirer" are larger. On the first image, we move in to hold on the words "CIRCULATION - 31,000." We are this close for the next pile which reads 40,000; the next one which reads 55,000, and the last which is 62,000. In each instance, the bundles of newspapers are thicker and the speed of the moving train behind the camera is increased. The entire montage above indicated is accompanied by a descriptive complement of sound - the traffic noises of New York in the 1890's; wheels on cobblestones and horses' hooves; bicycle bells; the mooning of cattle and the crowing of roosters (in the RFD shot), and in all cases where the railroad platform is used - the mounting sound of the railroad train. The last figure "62,000" opposite the word "CIRCULATION" on the "Enquirer" masthead changes to: EXT. STREET AND CHRONICLE BUIDING - DAY - 1895 Angle up to wall of building - a painter on a cradle is putting the last zero to the figure "62,000" on an enormous sign advertising the "Enquirer." It reads: THE ENQUIRER THE PEOPLE'S NEWSPAPER CIRCULATION 62,000 Camera travels down side of building - takes in another building on which there is a sign which reads: READ THE ENQUIRER AMERICA'S FINEST CIRCULATION 62,000 Camera continues to travel down to sidewalk in front of the Chronicle office. The Chronicle office has a plateglass window in which is reflected traffic moving up and down the street, also the figures of Kane, Leland and Bernstein, who are munching peanuts. Inside the window, almost filling it, is a large photograph of the "Chronicle" staff, with Reilly prominently seated in the center. A sign over the photo reads: EDITORIAL AND EXECUTIVE STAFF OF THE NEW YORK CHRONICLE. A sign beneath it reads: GREATEST NEWSPAPER STAFF IN THE WORLD. The sign also includes the "Chronicle" circulation figure. There are nine men in the photo. BERNSTEIN (looking up at the sign - happily) Sixty-two thousand - LELAND That looks pretty nice. KANE (indicating the Chronicle Building) Let's hope they like it there. BERNSTEIN From the Chronicle Building that sign is the biggest thing you can see - every floor guaranteed - let's hope it bothers them - it cost us enough. KANE (pointing to the sign over the photograph in the window) Look at that. LELAND The "Chronicle" is a good newspaper. KANE It's a good idea for a newspaper. (reading the figures) Four hundred sixy thousand. BERNSTEIN Say, with them fellows - (referring to the photo) - it's no trick to get circulation. KANE You're right, Mr. Bernstein. BERNSTEIN (sighs) You know how long it took the "Chronicle" to get that staff together? Twenty years. KANE I know. Kane, smiling, lights a cigarette, at the same time looking into the window. Camera moves in to hold on the photograph of nine men, still holding the reflection of Kane's smiling face. DISSOLVE: INT. CITY ROOM - THE ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1895 Nine men, arrayed as in the photograph, but with Kane beaming in the center of the first row. The men, variously with mustaches, beards, bald heads, etc. are easily identified as being the same men, Reilly prominent amongst them. As camera pulls back, it is revealed that they are being photographed - by an old- type professional photographer, big box, black hood and all - in a corner of the room. It is 1:30 at night. Desks, etc. have been pushed against the wall. Running down the center of the room is a long banquet table, at which twenty diners have finished their meals. The eleven remaining at their seats - these include Bernstein and Leland - are amusedly watching the photographic ceremonies. PHOTOGRAPHER That's all. Thank you. The photographic subjects rise. KANE (a sudden thought) Make up an extra copy and mail it to the "Chronicle." Chuckling and beaming, he makes his way to his place at the head of the table. The others have already sat down. Kane gets his guests' attention by rapping on the table with a knife. KANE Gentlemen of the "Enquirer"! This has, I think, been a fitting welcome to those distinguished journalists - (indicates the eight men) Mr. Reilly in particular - who are the latest additions to our ranks. It will make them happy to learn that the "Enquirer's" circulation this morning passed the two hundred thousand mark. BERNSTEIN Two hundred and one thousand, six hundred and forty-seven. General applause. KANE All of you - new and old - You're all getting the best salaries in town. Not one of you has been hired because of his loyalty. It's your talent I'm interested in. That talent that's going to make the "Enquirer" the kind of paper I want - the best newspaper in the world! Applause. KANE However, I think you'll agree we've heard enough about newspapers and the newspaper business for one night. There are other subjects in the world. He puts his two fingers in his mouth and lets out a shrill whistle. This is a signal. A band strikes up a lively ditty of the period and enters in advance a regiment of very magnificent maidens, as daringly arrayed as possible in the chorus costumes of the day. The rest of this episode will be planned and staged later. Its essence is that Kane is just a healthy and happy young man having a wonderful time. As some of the girls are detached from the line and made into partners for individual dancing - DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: The "Enquirer" sign: THE ENQUIRER AMERICA'S FINEST CIRCULATION 274,321 Dissolve just completes itself - the image of Kane dancing with a girl on each arm just disappears as camera pans down off the Temple Bldg. in the same action as the previous street scene. There is a new sign on the side of the building below. It reads: READ THE ENQUIRER GREATEST STAFF IN THE WORLD Camera continues panning as we DISSOLVE: A montage of various scenes, between the years 1891-1900. The scenes indicate the growth of the "Enquirer" under the impulse of Kane's personal drive. Kane is shown, thus, at various activities: Move down from the sign: READ THE ENQUIRER GREATEST STAFF IN THE WORLD to street in front of saloon with parade passing (boys going off to the Spanish- American War)- A torchlight parade with the torches reflected in the glass window of the saloon - the sound of brass band playing "It's a Hot Time." In the window of the saloon is a large sign or poster "REMEMBER THE MAINE" INSERT: Remington drawing of American boys, similar to the parade above, in which "Our Boys" in the expeditionary hats are seen marching off to war. Back of observation car. Shot of Kane congratulating Teddy Roosevelt (the same shot as in the News Digest - without flickering). The wooden floor of the railroad platform again - a bundle of "Enquirers" - this time an enormous bundle - is thrown down, and the moving shadows of the train behind the camera indicate that it is going like a bat out of hell. A reproduction of Kane and Teddy shaking hands as above is very prominent in the frame and almost hogs the entire front page. The headline indicates the surrender of Cuba. INT. ENQUIRER OFFICE Cartoon, highly dramatic and very involved as to content - lousy with captions, labels, and symbolic figures, the most gruesome and recognizable - "Capitalistic Greed." This cartoon is almost finished and is on a drawing board before which stand Kane and the artist himself. Kane is grinning over some suggestion he has made. DISSOLVE: The cartoon finished and reproduced on the editorial page of the "Enquirer" - in quite close, with an editorial and several faces of caps shown underneath. The entire newspaper is crushed with an angry gesture and thrown down into an expensive- looking wastebasket (which is primarily for ticker tape) tape is pouring. INT. ENQUIRER OFFICE Cartoonist and Kane working on comic strip of "Johnny the Monk." DISSOLVE: Floor of room - Two kids on floor, with newspaper spread out, looking at the same comic strip. Kane's photographic gallery with photographers, stooges, and Kane himself in attendance on a very hot-looking item of the period. A sob sister is interviewing this hot number and Kane is arranging her dress to look more seductive. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: The hot number reproduced and prominently displayed and covering almost half a page of the "Enquirer." It is being read in a barber shop and is seen in an over- shoulder shot of the man who is reading it. He is getting a shine, a manicure, and a haircut. The sob-sister caption over the photograph reveals: "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING, SAYS DANCER. EVERYTHING WENT RED." An oval photograph of the gun is included in the lay-out of the pretty lady with a headline which says: "DEATH GUN." STREET - SHOT OF BUCKET BRIGADE Shot of Kane, in evening clothes, in obvious position of danger, grabbing camera from photographer. Before him rages a terrific tenement fire. DISSOLVE: INSERT: Headline about inadequacy of present fire equipment. DISSOLVE: Final shot of a new horse-drawn steam engine roaring around a street corner (Stock). DISSOLVE: A black pattern of iron bars. We are in a prison cell. The door is opened and a condemned man, with priest, warden and the usual attendants, moves into foreground and starts up the hall past a group which includes phtographers, Kane's sob-sister, and Kane. The photographers take pictures with a mighty flash of old-fashioned flash powder. The condemned man in the foreground (in silhouette) is startled by this. DISSOLVE: A copy of the "Enquirer" spread out on a table. A big lay-out of the execution story includes the killer as photographed by Kane's photographers, and nearby on the other page there is a large picture of the new steam fire engine (made from the stock shot) with a headline indicating that the "Enquirer" has won its campaign for better equipment. A cup of coffee and a doughnut are on the newspaper, and a servant girl - over whose shoulder we see the paper - is stirring the coffee. The Beaux Art Ball. A number of elderly swells are jammed into a hallway. Servants suddenly divest them of their furs, overcoats and wraps, revealing them to be in fancy dress costume, pink fleshings, etc., the effect to be very surprising, very lavish and very very ridiculous. We see, among others, Mr. Thatcher himself (as Ben Hur) ribbon around, his bald head and all. At the conclusion of this tableau, the image freezes and we pull back to show it reproduced on the society page of the "New York Enquirer." Over the "Enquirer"'s pictorial version of the Beaux Art Ball is thrown a huge fish - then coffee grounds - altogether a pretty repulsive sight. The whole thing is bundled up and thrown into a garbage can. Extreme close-up of the words: "OCCUPATION - JOUNALIST." Camera pulls back to show passport open to the photograph page which shows Kane, registering birth, race, and nationality. Passport cover is closed, showing it to be an American passport. EXT. CUNARD DOCKS - GANGPLANK AND DECK OF BOAT - NIGHT - 1900 As camera pulls back over shoulder of official, taking in Kane, Leland, and Bernstein, we see the bustle and noise of departing ocean liner. Behind the principles can be seen an enormous plain sign which reads: "FIRST CLASS." From offstage can be heard the steward's cry, indispensable in any Mercury production, the old familiar cry, "All Ashore That's Going Ashore!" - gongs, also blasts of the great whistle and all the rest of it. THE OFFICIAL There you are, Mr. Kane. Everything in order. KANE Thank you. Kane and Leland and Bernstein start up the gangplank. THE OFFICIAL (calling) Have a good rest, Mr. Kane. KANE Thanks. BERNSTEIN But please, Mr. Kane, don't buy any more paintings. Nine Venuses already we got, twenty-six Virgins - two whole warehouses full of stuff - KANE I promise not to bring any more Venuses and not to worry - and not to try to get in touch with any of the papers - STEWARD'S VOICE All ashore! KANE - and to forget about the new feature sections - and not to try to think up and ideas for comic sections. STEWARD'S VOICE All ashore that's going ashore! Kane leaves Leland and Bernstein midway up gangplank, as he rushes up to it, calling back with a wave: KANE Goodbye, gents! (at the top of the gangplank, he turns and calls down) Hey! KANE (calling down to them) You don't expect me to keep any of those promises, do you? A band on deck strikes up "Auld Lang Syne." Bernstein and Leland turn to each other. BERNSTEIN Do you, Mr. Leland? LELAND (smiling) Certainly not. They start down the gangplank together. DISSOLVE: LONG SHOT OF THE ENQUIRER BUILDING - NIGHT The pattern of telegraph wires, dripping with rain, through which we see the same old building but now rendered fairly remarkable by tremendous outline sign in gold which reads "THE NEW YORK DAILY ENQUIRER." A couple of lights show in the building. We start toward the window where the lights show, as we - DISSOLVE: EXT. OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AT BERNSTEIN'S DESK - NIGHT The light in the window in the former shot was showing behind the letter "E" of the Enquirer sign. Now the letter "E" is even larger than the frame of the camera. Rain drips disconsolately off the middle part of the figure. We see through this and through the drizzle of the window to Bernstein's desk where he sits working under a blue shaded light. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: Same setup as before except that it is now late afternoon and late in the winter of the year. The outline "E" is hung with icicles which are melting, dripping despairingly between us and Mr. Bernstein, still seated at his desk - still working. DISSOLVE: Same setup as before except that it is spring. Instead of the sad sounds of dripping rain or dripping icicles, we hear the melancholy cry of a hurdy-gurdy in the street below. It is spring and through the letter "E" we can see Bernstein working at his desk. Pigeons are gathering on the "E" and on the sill. Bernstein looks up and sees them. He takes some crumbs from his little homemade lunch which is spread out on the desk before him, carries them to the windows and feeds the pigeons, looking moodily out on the prospect of spring on Park Row. The birds eat the crumbs - the hurdy-gurdy continues to play. DISSOLVE: The same setup again, it is now summer. The window was half-open before .. now it's open all the way and Bernstein has gone so far as to take off his coat. His shirt and his celluloid collar are wringing wet. Camera moves toward the window to tighten on Bernstein and to take in the City Room behind him, which is absolutely deserted. It is clear that there is almost nothing more for Bernstein to do. The hurdy-gurdy in the street is playing as before, but a new tune. DISSOLVE: A beach on Coney Island. Bernstein in a rented period bathing suit sits alone in the sand, reading a copy of the "Enquirer." DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. CITY ROOM - ENQUIRER BUILDING - DAY - 1900 The whole floor is now a City Room. It is twice its former size, yet not too large for all the desks and the people using them. The windows have been enlarged, providing a good deal more light and air. A wall calendar says September 9th. Kane and Bernstein enter and stand in the entrance a moment. Kane, who really did look a bit peaked before, is now clear-eyed and tanned. He is wearing new English clothes. As they come into the room, Bernstein practically walking sideways, is doing nothing but beaming and admiring Kane, quelling like a mother at the Carnegie Hall debut of her son. Seeing and recognizing Kane, the entire staff rises to its feet. KANE (referring to the staff; with a smile) Ask them to sit down, Mr. Bernstein. BERNSTEIN Sit down, everybody - for heaven's sake! The order is immediately obeyed, everybody going into business of feverish activity. BERNSTEIN So then, tonight, we go over everything thoroughly, eh? Especially the new papers - KANE We certainly do. Vacation's over - starting right after dinner. But right now - that lady over there - (he indicates a woman at the desk) - that's the new society editor, I take it? You think I could interrupt her a moment, Mr. Bernstein? BERNSTEIN Huh? Oh, I forgot - you've been away so long I forgot about your joking - He trails after Kane as he approaches the Society Editor's desk. The Society Editor, a middle-aged spinster, sees him approaching and starts to quake all over, but tries to pretend she isn't aware of him. An envelope in her hand shakes violently. Kane and Bernstein stop at her desk. BERNSTEIN Miss Townsend - Miss Townsend looks up and is so surprised to see Bernstein with a stranger. MISS TOWNSEND Good afternoon, Mr. Bernstein. BERNSTEIN This is Mr. Kane, Miss Townsend. Miss Townsend can't stick to her plan. She starts to rise, but her legs are none too good under her. She knocks over a tray of copy paper as she rises, and bends to pick it up. KANE (very hesitatingly and very softly) Miss Townsend - At the sound of his voice, she straightens up. She is very close to death from excitement. KANE I've been away for several months, and I don't know exactly how these things are handled now. But one thing I wanted to be sure of is that you won't treat this little announcement any differently than you would any other similar announcement. He hands her an envelope. She has difficulty in holding on to it. KANE (gently) Read it, Miss Townsend. And remember - just the regular treatment! See you at nine o'clock, Mr. Bernstein! Kane leaves. Bernstein looks after him, then at the paper. Miss Townsend finally manages to open the envelope. A piece of flimsy paper, with a few written lines, is her reward. MISS TOWNSEND (reading) Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Moore Norton announce the engagement of their daughter, Emily Monroe Norton, to Mr. Charles Foster Kane. BERNSTEIN (starts to read it) Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Moore Norton announce - MISS TOWNSEND (fluttering - on top of him) She's - she's the niece of - of the President of the United States - BERNSTEIN (nodding proudly) I know. Come on, Miss Townsend - From the window, maybe we can get a look. He takes her by the hand and leads her off. Angle toward open window. Bernstein and Miss Townsend, backs to camera, rushing to the window. EXT. STREET OUTSIDE ENQUIRER BUILDING - DAY - 1900 High angle downward - what Bernstein and Miss Townsend see from the window. Kane is just stepping into an elegant barouch, drawn up at the curb, in which sits Miss Emily Norton. He kisses her full on the lips before he sits down. She acts a bit taken aback, because of the public nature of the scene, but she isn't really annoyed. As the barouche starts off, she is looking at him adoringly. He, however, has turned his head and is looking adoringly at the "Enquirer." He apparently sees Bernstein and Miss Townsed and waves his hand. INT. CITY ROOM - ENQUIRER - DAY - 1900 Bernstein and Miss Townsend at window. BERNSTEIN A girl like that, believe me, she's lucky! Presiden't niece, huh! Say, before he's through, she'll be a Presiden't wife. Miss Townsend is now dewey-eyed. She looks at Bernstein, who has turned away, gazing down at the departing couple. DISSOLVE: Front page of the "Enquirer." Large picture of the young couple - Kane and Emily - occupying four columns - very happy. DISSOLVE: INT. BERNSTEIN'S OFFICE - ENQUIRER - DAY - 1940 Bernstein and Thompson. As the dissolve comes, Bernstein's voice is heard. BERNSTEIN The way things turned out, I don't need to tell you - Miss Emily Norton was no rosebud! THOMPSON It didn't end very well, did it? BERNSTEIN (shaking his head) It ended - (a slight pause) Then there was Susie - that ended, too. (shrugs, a pause; then looking up into Thompson's eyes) I guess he didn't make her very happy - (a pause) You know, I was thinking - that Rosebud you're trying to find out about - THOMPSON Yes - BERNSTEIN Maybe that was something he lost. Mr. Kane was a man that lost - almost everything he had - (a pause) You ought to talk to Bradford Leland. He could tell you a lot. I wish I could tell you where Leland is, but I don't know myself. He may be out of town somewhere - he may be dead. THOMPSON In case you'd like to know, Mr. Bernstein, he's at the Huntington Memorial Hospital on 180th Street. BERNSTEIN You don't say! Why I had no idea - THOMPSON Nothing particular the matter with him, they tell me. Just - (controls himself) BERNSTEIN Just old age. (smiles sadly) It's the only disease, Mr. Thompson, you don't look forward to being cured of. (pauses) You ought to see Mr. Leland. There's a whole lot of things he could tell you - if he wanted to. FADE OUT: FADE IN: EXT. HOSPITAL ROOF - DAY - 1940 Close shot - Thompson. He is tilted back in a chair which seems to be, and is, leaning against a chimney. Leland's voice is heard for a few moments before Leland is seen. LELAND'S VOICE When you get to my age, young man, you don't miss anything. Unless maybe it's a good drink of bourbon. Even that doesn't make much difference, if you remember there hasn't been any good bourbon in this country for twenty years. Camera has pulled back, during above speech, revealing that Leland, wrapped in a blanket, is in a wheel chair, talking to Thompson. They are on the flat roof of a hospital. Other people in wheel chairs can be seen in the background, along with a nurse or two. They are all sunning themselves. THOMPSON Mr. Leland, you were - LELAND You don't happen to have a cigar, do you? I've got a young physician - must remember to ask to see his license - the odds are a hundred to one he hasn't got one - who thinks I'm going to stop smoking... I changed the subject, didn't I? Dear, dear! What a disagreeable old man I've become. You want to know what I think of Charlie Kane? Well - I suppose he has some private sort of greatness. But he kept it to himself. (grinning) He never - gave himself away - He never gave anything away. He just - left you a tip. He had a generous mind. I don't suppose anybody ever had so many opinions. That was because he had the power to express them, and Charlie lived on power and the excitement of using it - But he didn't believe in anything except Charlie Kane. He never had a conviction in his life. I guess he died without one - That must have been pretty unpleasant. Of course, a lot of us check out with no special conviction about death. But we do know what we're leaving ... we believe in something. (looks sharply at Thompson) You're absolutely sure you haven't got a cigar? THOMPSON Sorry, Mr. Leland. LELAND Never mind - Bernstein told you about the first days at the office, didn't he? Well, Charlie was a bad newspaper man even then. He entertained his readers, but he never told them the truth. THOMPSON Maybe you could remember something that - LELAND I can remember everything. That's my curse, young man. It's the greatest curse that's ever been inflicted on the human race. Memory - I was his oldest friend. (slowly) As far as I was concerned, he behaved like swine. Maybe I wasnt' his friend. If I wasn't, he never had one. Maybe I was what nowadays you call a stooge - DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. CITY ROOM - THE ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1895 The party (previously shown in the Bernstein sequence). We start this sequence toward the end of the former one, but from a fresh angle, holding on Leland, who is at the end of the table. Kane is heard off, making a speech. KANE'S VOICE Not one of you has been hired because of his loyalty. It's your talent I'm interested in. That talent that's going to make the "Enquirer" the kind of paper I want - the best newspaper in the world! Applause. During above, Bernstein has come to Leland's side. BERNSTEIN Isn't it wonderful? Such a party! LELAND Yes. His tone causes Bernstein to look at him. KANE'S VOICE However, I think you'll agree we've heard enough about newspapers and the newspaper business for one night. The above speeches are heard under the following dialogue. BERNSTEIN (to Leland) What's the matter? LELAND Mr. Bernstein, these men who are now with the "Enquirer" - who were with the "Chronicle" until yesterday - weren't they just as devoted to the "Chronicle" kind of paper as they are now to - our kind of paper? BERNSTEIN Sure. They're like anybody else. They got work to do. They do it. (proudly) Only they happen to be the best men in the business. KANE (finishing his speech) There are other subjects in the world - Kane whistles. The band and the chorus girls enter and hell breaks loose all around Leland and Bernstein. LELAND (after a minute) Do we stand for the same things that the "Chronicle" stands for, Mr. Bernstein? BERNSTEIN (indignantly) Certainly not. So what's that got to do with it? Mr. Kane, he'll have them changed to his kind of newspapermen in a week. LELAND Probably. There's always a chance, of course, that they'll change Mr. Kane - without his knowing it. Kane has come up to Leland and Bernstein. He sits down next to them, lighting a cigarette. KANE Well, gentlemen, are we going to war? LELAND Our readers are, anyway, I don't know about the rest of the country. KANE (enthusiastically) It'll be our first foreign war in fifty years, Brad. We'll cover it the way the "Hickville Gazette" covers the church social! The names of everybody there; what they wore; what they ate; who won the prizes; who gave the prizes - (gets excited) I tell you, Brad, I envy you. (quoting) By Bradford Leland, the "Enquirer's" Special Correspondent at the Front. I'm almost tempted - LELAND But there is no Front, Charlie. There's a very doubtful civil war. Besides, I don't want the job. KANE All right, Brad, all right - you don't have to be a war correspondent unless you want to - I'd want to. (looking up) Hello, Georgie. Georgie, a very handsome madam has walked into the picture, stands behind him. She leans over and speaks quietly in his ear. GEORGIE Is everything the way you want it, dear? KANE (looking around) If everybody's having fun, that's the way I want it. GEORGIE I've got some other little girls coming over - LELAND (interrupting) Charles, I tell you there is no war! There's a condition that should be remedied - but between that and a - KANE (seriously) How would the "Enquirer" look with no news about this non-existent war - with Benton, Pulitzer and Heart devoting twenty columns a day to it? LELAND They do it only because you do! KANE (grins) And I do it because they do it, and they do it - it's a vicious circle, isn't it? (rises) I'm going over to Georgie's, Brad - you know, Georgie, don't you? Leland nods. GEORGIE (over Kane's next lines) Glad to meet you, Brad. Leland shudders. KANE I told you about Brad, Georgie. He needs to relax. Brad doesn't answer. KANE Some ships with wonderful wines have managed to slip through the enemy fleet that's blockading New York harbor - (grins) Georgie knows a young lady whom I'm sure you'd adore - wouldn't he, Georgie? Why only the other evening I said to myself, if Brad were only here to adore this young lady - this - (snaps his fingers) What's her name again? DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. GEORGIE'S PLACE - NIGHT - 1895 Georgie is introducing a young lady to Branford Leland. On sound track we hear piano music. GEORGIE (right on cue from preceding scene) Ethel - this gentlemen has been very anxious to meet you - This is Ethel. ETHEL Hello, Mr. Leland. Camera pans to include Kane, seated at piano, with girls gathered around him. ONE OF THE GIRLS Charlie! Play the song about you. ANOTHER GIRL Is there a song about Charlie? Kane has broken into "Oh, Mr. Kane!" and Charlie and the girls start to sing. Ethel leads the unhappy Leland over to the group. Kane, seeing Leland and taking his eye, motions to the professor who has been standing next to him to take over. The professor does so. The singing continues. Kane rises and crosses to Leland. KANE Say, Brad. (draws him slightly aside) I've got an idea. LELAND Yes? KANE I mean I've got a job for you. LELAND Good. KANE You don't want to be a war correspondent - how about being a dramatic critic? LELAND (sincerely, but not gushing; seriously) I'd like that. Kane starts quietly to dance in time to the music. Leland smiles at him. KANE You start tomorrow night. Richard Carl in "The Spring Chicken." (or supply show) I'll get us some girls. You get tickets. A drama critic gets them free, you know. (grins) Rector's at seven? LELAND Charlie - KANE Yes? LELAND (still smiling) It doesn't make any difference about me, but one of these days you're going to find out that all this charm of yours won't be enough - KANE (has stopped dancing) You're wrong. It does make a difference to you - Rector's, Brad? (starts to dance again) Come to think of it, I don't blame you for not wanting to be a war correspondent. You won't miss anything. It isn't much of a war. Besides, they tell me there isn't a decent restaurant on the whole island. DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. RECTOR'S - NIGHT - 1898 Leland, Kane, two young ladies at Rector's. Popular music is heard over the soundtrack. Everybody is laughing very, very hard at something Kane has said. The girls are hysterical. Kane can hardly breathe. As Leland's laughter becomes more and more hearty, it only increases the laughter of the others. DISSOLVE: EXT. CUNARD LOCKS - GANGPLANK AND DECK OF BOAT - NIGHT - 1900 As told by Bernstein. Kane is calling down to Leland and Bernstein (as before). KANE You don't expect me to keep any of those promises, do you? A band on deck strikes up "Auld Lang Syne" and further ship-to-shore conversation is rendered unfeasible. Bernstein and Leland on deck. BERNSTEIN (turns to Leland) Do you, Mr. Leland? LELAND (smiling) Certainly not. Slight pause. They continue on their way. BERNSTEIN Mr. Leland, why didn't you go to Europe with him? He wanted you to. He said to me just yesterday - LELAND I wanted him to have fun - and with me along - This stops Bernstein. Bernstein looks at him. LELAND Mr. Bernstein, I wish you'd let me ask you a few questions, and answer me truthfully. BERNSTEIN Don't I always? Most of the time? LELAND Mr. Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? Am I a horse-faced hypocrite? Am I a New England school-marm? BERNSTEIN Yes. Leland is surprised. BERNSTEIN If you thought I'd answer different from what Mr. Kane tells you - well, I wouldn't. LELAND (good naturedly) You're in a conspiracy against me, you two. You always have been. BERNSTEIN Against me there should be such a conspiracy some time! He pauses. "Auld Lang Syne" can still be heard from the deck of the department steamer. BERNSTEIN (with a hopeful look in his eyes) Well, he'll be coming back in September. The Majestic. I got the reservations. It gets in on the ninth. LELAND September the ninth? Leland puts his hand in his pocket, pulls out a pencil and small engagement book, opens the book and starts to write. Leland's pencil writing on a page in the engagement book open to September 9: "Rector's - 8:30 p.m." DISSOLVE: Front page "Enquirer." Large picture of the young couple - Kane and Emily - occupying four columns - very happy. EXT. HOSPITAL ROOF - DAY - 1940 Leland and Thompson. Leland is speaking as we dissolve. LELAND I used to go to dancing school with her. Thompson had handed Leland a paper. LELAND What's this? THOMPSON It's a letter from her lawyers. LELAND (reading aloud from the letter) David, Grobleski & Davis - My dear Rawlston - (looks up) THOMPSON Rawlston is my boss. LELAND Oh, yes. I know about Mr. Rawlston. THOMPSON He knows the first Mrs. Kane socially - That's the answer we got. LELAND (reading) I am in receipt of your favor of yesterday. I beg you to do me the courtesy of accepting my assurance that Mrs. Whitehall cannot be induced to contribute any more information on the career of Charles Foster Kane. She has authorized me to state on previous occasions that she regards their brief marriage as a distateful episode in her life that she prefers to forget. With assurances of the highest esteem - Leland hands the paper back to Thompson. LELAND Brief marriage! Ten years! (sighs) THOMPSON Was he in love? LELAND He married for love - (a little laugh) That's why he did everything. That's why he went into politics. It seems we weren't enough. He wanted all the voters to love him, too. All he really wanted out of life was love. That's Charlie's story - it's the story of how he lost it. You see, he just didn't have any to give. He loved Charlie Kane, of course, very dearly - and his mother, I guess he always loved her. As for Emily - well, all I can tell you is Emily's story as she told it to me, which probably isn't fair - there's supposed to be two sides to every story - and I guess there are. I guess there's more than two sides - DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: Newspaper - Kane's marriage to Emily with still of group on White House lawn, same setup as early newsreel in News Digest. DISSOLVE: Screaming headline: OIL SCANDAL! DISSOLVE: Headline reading: KANE TO SEE PRESIDENT DISSOLVE: Big headline on "Enquirer" front page which reads: KANE TO SEE PRESIDENT Under this, one of those big box signed editorials, typical of Kane, illustrated, on subject of the power of the president, expressed in about nine different cases of type, and illustrated by a cartoon of the White House, on which camera tightens, as we - DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. THE WHITE HOUSE - THE PRESIDENT'S EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY - 1900 This scene is shot so as never to show the President - or at least never his face. There is present the President's Secretary, sitting on one side of the desk, intently taking notes. Kane is on his feet, in front of the desk, tense and glaring. THE PRESIDENT It is the unanimous opinion of my Cabinent - in which I concur - that the proposed leases are in the best interests of the Governement and the people. (pauses) You are not, I hope, suggesting that these interests are not indentical? KANE I'm not suggesting anything, Mr. President! I've come here to tell you that, unless some action is taken promptly - and you are the only one who can take it - the oil that is the property of the people of this country will be turned over for a song to a gang of high-pressure crooks! THE PRESIDENT (calmly) I must refuse to allow you to continue in this vein, Mr. Kane. KANE (screaming) It's the only vein I know. I tell the facts the way I see them. And any man that knows that facts - THE PRESIDENT I know the facts, Mr. Kane. And I happen to have the incredible insolence to differ with you as to what they mean. (pause) You're a man of great talents, Mr. Kane. KANE Thanks. THE PRESIDENT I understand that you have political ambitions. Unfortunately, you seem incapable of allowing any other opinion but your own - KANE (building to a frenzy) I'm much obliged, Mr. President, for your concern about me. However, I happen to be concerned at this moment with the matter of extensive oil lands belonging to the people of the United States, and I say that if this lease goes through, the property of the people of the United States goes into the hands of - THE PRESIDENT (interrupting) You've made your point perfectly clear, Mr. Kane. Good day. The Secretary rises. Kane, with every bit of will power remotely at his disposal to control what might become an hysterical outburst, manages to bow. KANE Mr. President. He starts out of the office. DISSOLVE: INT. COMPOSING ROOM - ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1902 Kane, Reilly, Leland and a composing room Foreman, in working clothes, bending over a table with several forms of type. They are looking, at this moment, at a made-up headline - but Kane's back is in the way ... so we can't read it. FOREMAN How about it, Mr. Kane? Reilly glances at his wrist watch and makes a face. Kane smiles as he notices this. KANE All right. Let her slide! He turns away, and we can now read the headline. Insert of the headline, which reads: "OIL THEFT BECOMES LAW AS PRESIDENT WITHOLDS VETO" DISSOLVE: Here follows a quick montage (presently to be worked out) of no more than four or five images in which the President, by means of cartoons, editorials, headlines (all faithfully reproduced from period yellow journalism) is violently attacked. The montage ends on the word TREASON. The music cuts. A hand reaches in a side pocket which contains a newspaper - recognizably the "Enquirer." The hand removes a gun. The gun is shot. Many arms seize the hand which is pulled up - gun still firing. As the arm is raised in the air, we see that the other arms holding the arm and struggling with it are uniformed, and we see the White House beyond. DISSOLVE: News ticker which is spelling out the words: "ASSASSINATED 7:45 P.M." NOTE: Under the following - a down shot, below the "Enquirer," shows a crowd forming, looking angrily up toward the camera. Crowd noises on the soundtrack under music. A hand snatches the ticker tape away and as the image of the crowd dissolves out, we pull back to show: INT. OF KANE'S OFFICE - NIGHT - 1902 The ticker tape is in Reilly's hand. Reilly has a phone to his ear. REILLY Looks bad for us, Mr. Kane. How shall we handle it? DISSOLVE OUT: DISSOLVE IN: INT. GEORGIE'S PLACE - 1902 Kane in shirtsleeves at phone. KANE It's a news story! Get it on the street! DISSOLVE: Headline under "Enquirer" masthead which reads: "PRESIDENT ASSASSINATED" A newsboy is crying the headline at the same time. We pull back to show him and - DISSOLVE: INT. THEATRE - NIGHT The camera is in tight on a box which contains Emily and distinguished elderly ladies and gentlemen, obviously family and friends. On the soundtrack, very limpid opera music. Another elderly gent, in white tie but still wearing an overcoat, comes into the box and whispers to Emily. He has a copy of the "Enquirer" in his hand. Emily rises. He shows the paper to her. DISSOLVE: EXT. STREET OUTSIDE ENQUIRER BUILDING - NIGHT - 1902 An angry crowd seen from the window of Kane's office. They make a deep threatening sound which is audible during the following scene. Across the heads of the crowd are two great squares of light from the windows above them. One of these disappears as the blind is pulled. As the dissolve completes itself, the second square of light commences to reduce in size, and then the entire street is cut off by a blind which Leland pulls down, covering the entire frame. INT. KANE'S OFFICE - ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1902 The staff standing around, worried to death, in their shirtsleeves. KANE (to Reilly) Take dictation - Front page editorial - "This afternoon a great man was assassinated. He was the President of the United States -" LELAND Charlie - KANE Yes? LELAND Do you think you're the one who should call him a great man? KANE Why not? LELAND Why not? Well - nobody's a great man in your estimation until he's dead. REILLY (quickly) Maybe we'd better wait for more word on the President's condition. KANE (still looking at Leland) What do you mean by that? LELAND (quietly) Competition. REILLY He may recover - KANE (still holding on Leland) What do you mean by that? LELAND (steadily) Yesterday morning you called the President a traitor. What do you think that crowd is doing down there? They think you murdered him. KANE Because the crackpot who did it had a copy of the "Enquirer" in his pocket? LELAND - and that copy of the "Enquirer" said the President should be killed. KANE I said treason was a capital offense punishable by death - LELAND You've said a lot of things about the President in the last few months. KANE They're true! Everything I said! Witholding that veto was treason! LELAND (interrupting) Charlie! KANE (riding over him) Oil belonging to the people of the United States was leased out for a song to a gang of high-pressure crooks - Nobody can blame me because - LELAND Look out that window. Kane stops - looks at him. LELAND There are the people of the United States, and they are blaming you - Oh, I know it doesn't make any sense, but at least you can learn a lesson from it. KANE (snarling) What lesson? Not to expose fraud when I see it? Not to fight for the right of the people to own their own property? (he turns to Reilly) Run it the way I said, Reilly - "This afternoon a great man was assassinated -" LELAND Charlie! Now you're not making sense. KANE (sharply) I don't have to. I run a newspaper with half a million readers and they're getting a martyred president this morning with their breakfast. I can't help that. Besides, they all know I'm married to his niece. I've got to think of her. LELAND What? KANE I've got to think of Emily - LELAND (after a silence) I'd like to talk to you about that. KANE Go ahead. Leland looks back at Kane, is conscious of the boys standing around. LELAND Finish your editorial. Leland walks out in to the City Room. More staff members in shirt sleeves in a state of panic. Leland goes to his desk, takes out a bottle, pours himself a very stiff drink. A door opens. A Policeman enters with Bernstein. Bernstein is badly battered. The boys crowd around. LELAND (worried) What's happened? BERNSTEIN (smiling) I'm all right, Mr. Leland. Only there was some fellows out front that thought they ought to take things up with me. I learned 'em! Didn't I, officer? THE COP (grinning) You sure did - Say, the Commissioner said I was to stand by and protect Mr. Kane until further orders, no matter how he felt about it. Where is he? LELAND (finishing his drink) In there. BERNSTEIN If you hadn't come along and protected me when you did, I'd have killed them fellows. LELAND (pouring himself another drink) Go and get yourself washed up, Mr. Bernstein. (he looks his face over thoroughly) There doesn't seem to be an serious injury. BERNSTEIN Not to me. But you will let that cop go home with Mr. Kane, won't you? LELAND Yes, Mr. Bernstein. Bernstein leaves the picture with sympathetic attendance. Leland finishes his second drink. DISSOLVE: INT. KANE'S OFFICE - NIGHT - 1902 The bottle is finished. The door in the Sanctrum opens. Reilly and the others leave. REILLY (as they go) Goodnight, Mr. Kane. Kane stands in the door, waiting for Leland. Leland gets up and moves toward the office - goes in, sits down across from Kane at the desk. An uncomfortable pause. Then Kane smiles ingratiatingly. Leland tries to cope with this. LELAND First of all - (he can't go on) KANE (not cruelly - genuinely kind) What's wrong, Brad? LELAND I'm drunk. KANE I'll get you some coffee. He rises and goes to the door. LELAND First of all, I will not write a good review of a play because somebody paid a thousand dollars for an advertisement in the "Enquirer." KANE (gently - opening the door) That's just a little promotion scheme. Nobody expects you - (calling) Mike, will you try and get Mr. Leland some coffee? MIKE'S VOICE Sure thing, Mr. Kane. Kane turns back to Leland. Leland doesn't look up at him. LELAND Charlie, it's just no go. We can't agree anymore. I wish you'd let me go to Chicago. KANE Why, Brad? LELAND I want to be transferred to the new paper. You've been saying yourself you wish you had somebody to - (he is heartsick, inarticulate) That's not what I wanted to talk about. Kane goes around behind the desk and sits down. KANE I'll tell you what I'll do, Brad - I'll get drunk, too - maybe that'll help. LELAND No, that won't help. Besides, you never get drunk. I wanted to talk about you and Emily. Kane looks at Leland sharply before he speaks. KANE (quietly) All right. LELAND (without looking at him) She's going to leave you - KANE I don't think so, Brad. We've just had word that the President is out of danger. (ruefully) It seems I didn't kill him after all. LELAND (takes his eye) She was going to leave you anyway - Kane takes this in. LELAND Emily's going south next week with the child. As far as anybody's to know, it's a holiday. When they get back - KANE (sharply) Brad, you are drunk. LELAND Sure I am. She wants full custody of the child no matter what happens. If you won't agree to that, she'll apply for a divorce regardless of the President's wishes. I can't tell her she's wrong, because she isn't wrong - KANE Why is she leaving me? LELAND (it's very hard for him to say all this) She hasn't any friends left sine you started this oil business, and she never sees you. KANE Do you think the "Enquirer" shouldn't have campaigned against the oil leases? LELAND (hesitating) You might have made the whole thing less personal! No answer from Kane. LELAND It isn't just that the President was her uncle - everyone she knows, all the people she's been brought up with, everything she's ever been taught to believe is important - Still no answer from Kane. LELAND There's no reason why this - this savage personal note - KANE The personal note is all there is to it. It's all there ever is to it. It's all there every is to anything! Stupidity in our government, complacency and self-satisfaction and unwillingness to believe that anything done by a certain class of people can be wrong - you