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演艺明星纪念园__“大国民”——奥森.威尔斯纪念馆
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38012号馆文选__Citizen Kane(公民凯恩)

电影CITIZEN KANE(公民凯恩，又译大国民)电影英文剧本(六)

John Powers& Jon Reifler
　　
　　CITIZEN KANE
　　
　　
　　by
　　Herman J. Mankiewicz
　　&
　　 Orson Welles
　　
　　
　　Typed/Donated by
　　 John Powers
　　 Jon Reifler
　　
　　
　　
　　(Continued)
　　
　　 KANE SR.
　　 Thats the train with all the lights.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 You goin, Mom?
　　
　　 THATCHER
　　 Your mother wont be going right away,
　　 Charles -
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Wherem I going?
　　
　　 KANE SR.
　　 Youre going to see Chicago and New
　　 York - and Washington, maybe...
　　 Isnt 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 arent you comin with us, Mom?
　　
　　 MRS. KANE
　　 We have to stay here, Charles.
　　
　　 KANE SR.
　　 Youre going to live with Mr. Thatcher
　　 from now on, Charlie!Youre going to
　　 be rich.Your Ma figures - that is,
　　 er - she and I have decided that this
　　 isnt the place for you to grow up in.
　　 Youll probably be the richest man in
　　 America someday and you ought to -
　　
　　 MRS. KANE
　　 You wont be lonely, Charles...
　　
　　 THATCHER
　　 Were going to have a lot of good times
　　 together, Charles...Really we are.
　　
　　Kane stares at him.
　　
　　 THATCHER
　　 Come on, Charles.Lets shake hands.
　　 (extends his hand.Charles
　　 continues to look at him)
　　 Now, now!Im not as frightening as
　　 all that!Lets shake, what do you
　　 say?
　　
　　He reaches out for Charless 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 arent to hit people with.
　　 Sleds are to - to sleigh on.When
　　 we get to New York, Charles, well
　　 get you a sled that will -
　　
　　Hes near enough to try to put a hand on Kanes 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
　　 Its all right, Charles, its 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
　　 Thats what you think, is it, Jim?
　　
　　 KANE SR.
　　 Yes.
　　
　　Mrs. Kane looks slowly at Mr. Kane.
　　
　　 MRS. KANE
　　 (slowly)
　　 Thats why hes going to be brought
　　 up where you cant 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 manucript.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 dont 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 havent the slightest proof
　　 that this - this armada - is off the
　　 Jersey Coast.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Can you prove it isnt?
　　
　　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
　　 Thats all right.We have no secrets
　　 from our readers.Mr. Thatcher is
　　 one of our most devoted readers, Mr.
　　 Bernstein.He knows whats wrong with
　　 every issue since Ive taken charge.
　　 Whats 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 dont feel right
　　 in spending your money for this stop
　　 theres no war in Cuba regards Wheeler.
　　
　　 THATCHER
　　 You see!There hasnt been a true word -
　　
　　 KANE
　　 I think well have to send our friend
　　 Wheeler a cable, Mr. Bernstein.Of
　　 course, well have to make it shorter
　　 than his, because hes working on an
　　 expense account and were 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 - Ill
　　 provide the war.
　　
　　Laughter from the boys and girls at the table.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Thats 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 Enquirers campaign
　　 against the Metropolitan Transfer
　　 Company.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Wont 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. KANES OFFICE - DAY - 1898
　　
　　Kane holds the door open for Thatcher.They come in together.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Mr. Thatcher, isnt everything Ive
　　 been saying in the Enquirer about
　　 the traction trust absolutely true?
　　
　　 THATCHER
　　 (angrily)
　　 Theyre all part of your general
　　 attack - your senseless attack -
　　 on everything and everybody whos
　　 got more than ten cents in his pocket.
　　 Theyre -
　　
　　 KANE
　　 The trouble is, Mr. Thatcher, you
　　 dont realize youre talking to
　　 two people.
　　
　　Kane moves around behind his desk.Thatcher doesnt 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 - Ill 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!Ill let you in on another
　　 little secret, Mr. Thatcher.I think
　　 Im the man to do it.You see, I have
　　 money and property -
　　
　　Thatcher doesnt understand him.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 If I dont 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
　　 Youre 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 -
　　 well 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 manucript.
　　
　　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.
　　 Youre not Rosebud, are you?
　　
　　 MISS ANDERSON
　　 What?
　　
　　 THOMPSON
　　 I didnt 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. BERNSTEINS 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 Thompsons head and his shoulders come into the picture.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 (wryly)
　　 Whos a busy man?Me?Im 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 its 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
　　 Youre pretty young, Mr. -
　　 (remembers the name)
　　 Mr. Thompson.A fellow will remember
　　 things you wouldnt think hed 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 didnt see me at all - but Ill bet
　　 a month hasnt gone by since that I
　　 havent thought of that girl.
　　 (triumphantly)
　　 See what I mean?
　　 (smiles)
　　 Well, so what are you doing about this
　　 "Rosebud," Mr. Thompson.
　　
　　 THOMPSON
　　 Im calling on people who knew Mr. Kane.
　　 Im 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 couldnt even come to the phone.
　　
　　 THOMPSON
　　 You know why?She was so -
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Sure, sure.
　　
　　 THOMPSON
　　 Im going back there.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Who else did you see?
　　
　　 THOMPSON
　　 Nobody else, but Ive been through
　　 that stuff of Walter Thatchers.
　　 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
　　 Its 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. Kanes
　　 twenty-fifth birthday...You know,
　　 when Mr. Kane got control of his own
　　 money...Such a fool like Thatcher -
　　 I tell you, nobodys business!
　　
　　DISSOLVE OUT:
　　
　　DISSOLVE IN:
　　
　　INT. BERNSTEINS 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 didnt 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 Kanes 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 dont 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)
　　 Thats 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
　　 Hes a great guy - Leland.
　　 (another little pause)
　　 Whyd he ever leave New York?
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 (he isnt saying)
　　 Thats a long story.
　　
　　 ANOTHER HIRELING
　　 (a tactless one)
　　 Wasnt 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
　　 couldnt 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.
　　 Weve 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, its already made up.Our
　　 Mr. Mervin wrote a small review.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Enthusiastic?
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 Yes, very!
　　 (quietly)
　　 Naturally.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Well, well - isnt that nice?
　　
　　 KANES 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 Kanes side.Widespread, half-suppressed sensation.
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 Mr. Kane, this is a surprise!
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Weve got a nice plant here.
　　
　　Everybody falls silent.There isnt anything to say.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Was the show covered by every department?
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 Exactly according to your instructions,
　　 Mr. Kane.Weve 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 theres another one still to come
　　 - the dramatic notice.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 (sharply)
　　 It isnt finished?
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 No, Mr. Kane.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Thats Leland, isnt it?
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 Yes, Mr. Kane.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Has he said when hell finish?
　　
　　 CITY EDITOR
　　 We havent heard from him.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 He used to work fast - didnt 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
　　 Thats 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 havent
　　 spoke together for ten years.
　　 (long pause; finally)
　　 Excuse me.
　　 (starts toward the door)
　　
　　INT. LELANDS OFFICE - CHICAGO ENQUIRER - NIGHT - 1914
　　
　　Bernstein comes in.An empty bottle is standing on Lelands 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 Kanes face.Bernstein looks at Kane, then crosses to Leland.He shakes him.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Hey, Brad!Brad!
　　 (he straightens, looks at
　　 Kane; pause)
　　 He aint 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
　　 Whats 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 doesnt
　　 like it)
　　 - last night opened the new Chicago
　　 Opera House in a performance of - of
　　 -"
　　 (looks up miserably)
　　 I cant 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)
　　 Thats 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 didnt see that.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 It isnt here, Mr. Bernstein.Im
　　 dictating it.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 (looks at him)
　　 I cant take shorthand.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Get me a typewriter.Ill finish
　　 the notice.
　　
　　Bernstein retreats from the room.
　　
　　QUICK DISSOLVE OUT:
　　
　　QUICK DISSOLVE IN:
　　
　　INT. LELANDS 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. BERNSTEINS 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 didnt think so well
　　 of Susies 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 dont
　　 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 didnt think so.I
　　 guess he showed him all right.Hes a
　　 nice fellow, but hes 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 didnt know your plans and so I was
　　 unable to make any preparations.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 I dont my plans myself.
　　
　　They are following Carter to his raised platform.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 As a matter of fact, I havent 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
　　 Youve got a private office here,
　　 havent 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 dont think I understand -
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Im going to live right here.
　　 (reflectively)
　　 As long as I have to.
　　
　　 CARTER
　　 But a morning newspaper, Mr. Kane.
　　 After all, were practically closed
　　 twelve hours a day - except for the
　　 business offices -
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Thats one of the things I think
　　 must be changed, Mr. Carter.The
　　 news goes on for twenty-four hours
　　 a day.
　　
　　DISSOLVE:
　　
　　INT. KANES 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 Kanes effects are somewhat in place.On a corner of the desk, Bernstein is writing down figures.No one pays any attention to him.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Im not criticizing, Mr. Carter,
　　 but heres what I mean.Theres 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 didnt
　　 the "Enquirer" have that this morning?
　　
　　 CARTER
　　 (stiffly)
　　 Because were running a newspaper, Mr.
　　 Kane, not a scandal sheet.
　　
　　Kane has finished eating.He pushes away his plates.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Im still hungry, Brad.Lets go
　　 to Rectors and get something decent.
　　 (pointing to the "Chronicle"
　　 before him)
　　 The "Chronicle" has a two-column
　　 headline, Mr. Carter.Why havent 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 theres no
　　 proof that the woman was murdered -
　　 or even that shes dead.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 (smiling a bit)
　　 The "Chronicle" doesnt say shes
　　 murdered, Mr. Carter.It says the
　　 neighbors are getting suspicious.
　　
　　 CARTER
　　 (stiffly)
　　 Its 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)
　　 Thats the kind of thing we are
　　 going to be interested in from now
　　 on, Mr. Carter.Right now, I wish
　　 youd send your best man up to see
　　 Mr. Silverstone.Have him tell Mr.
　　 Silverstone if he doesnt produce his
　　 wife at once, the "Enquirer" will
　　 have him arrested.
　　 (he gets an idea)
　　 Have him tell Mr. Silverstone hes 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 cant see the
　　 function of a respectable newspaper -
　　
　　Kane isnt listening to him.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Oh, Mr. Bernstein!
　　
　　Bernstein looks up from his figures.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Ive 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
　　 Thatll be all today, Mr. Carter.
　　 Youve 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 Ill 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 - youll just hold
　　 him until I get back, wont you?
　　
　　 LELAND
　　 Im not guaranteeing a thing, Mr.
　　 Bernstein.You people work too fast
　　 for me!Talk about new brooms!
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 Who said anything about brooms?
　　
　　 KANE
　　 Its 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 its impossible, Mr. Kane.We
　　 cant remake these pages.
　　
　　 KANE
　　 These pages arent 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,
　　 thats all I wish.Why, the "Enquirer" -
　　 I wouldnt 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
　　 Ive been a newspaperman my whole life
　　 and I dont intend -
　　 (he starts to sputter)
　　 - if its your intention that I should
　　 continue to be harassed by this - this -
　　 (hes 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)
　　 Lets remake these pages, Mr. Smathers.
　　 Well have to publish a half hour late,
　　 thats all.
　　
　　 SMATHERS
　　 (as though Kane were
　　 talking Greek)
　　 We cant 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, cant you,
　　 Mr. Smathers?
　　
　　Smathers 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
　　 cant find any way to improve them
　　 again -
　　 (almost as if reluctantly)
　　 - I suppose well have to go to press.
　　
　　He starts out of the room, followed by Leland.
　　
　　 BERNSTEIN
　　 (to Smathers)
　　 In case you dont understand, Mr.
　　 Smathers - hes a new broom.
　　
　　DISSOLVE OUT:
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
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