"Citizen Kane" movie script
Text/(United States) Hyman Mankiewicz, Orson Wells
Translation/Dai Guangxi
Editor's note: "Citizen Kane" is a film composed, directed, and acted by Orson Wells, a famous American film artist born as a theater actor. It is also his famous work, taken in 1941. This is an important experimental film in the history of American cinema. Its narrative structure is unique and novel. The unfolding of the story does not follow the sequence of time. It does not narrate the plot in a straight line, but expresses Kane's life through the memories of Kane's various characters who know Kane.
The film uses various film techniques to highlight Kane's egoism and loneliness. Kane’s prototype was William Hurst, the billionaire American newspaper magnate. He tried to prevent the release of the film, but instead expanded its publicity.
The artistic achievement of "Citizen Kane" is not just that its main creator, Orson Wells, used techniques such as depth shots, long shots, movies in movies, audio montages, and ceiling-mounted pictures for the first time in the film. , And more importantly, the director integrated the objective realism technique and the subjective realism structure, making this film a signpost of surrealism.
The film "Citizen Kane" was named one of the world's twelve immortal business cards by the Brussels Expo in 1958.
In view of the above situation, the literary script of the film has a certain reference value, and it is specially translated for readers.
prelude
In 1940.
Panoramic view of Zinadu Manor... the sound of music...
In the dark night, a window showed light.
The picture shows thick barbed wire, tall spiral walls, and magnificent gates. A letter "K" on the door. In the morning sun, the black strokes of the letters and the majestic outline of the Chainadu Manor on the mountain are faintly visible, as well as the endless estate of Charles Foster Kane.
Surrounded by hills and mountains, a huge manor stands on the top of the hill, among which there are several European-style manors with different architectural styles. Some golf courses are overgrown with tropical plants. The big zoo like Haijingbo's circus also looks very bleak. There are only signs that say "Lion", "Tiger", "Giraffe" and so on.
A monkey was walking stumblingly, looking at the window that was lit in the hazy morning light in the distance.
The crocodile slept in a pool of raised rocks.
Below the mountain, around the manor, stands a closed residence.
Outside a gate, next to the fence of the manor, there is a very beautiful garden. There are many exotic plants in the garden, but it makes people feel a depressed and hopeless atmosphere...
The lights in the room went out.
Kane's bedroom.
The silhouette of Kane's big bed appeared on the background of the tall windows. Make a illusion:
Pieces of snowflakes fell on a farmhouse and on a snowman. The sound of bells came from nowhere, as if imitating the bells in a Buddhist temple, and then the voice of Kane's aging sounded:
"Rose bud!"
So we saw that the fabulous scenery turned out to be the glass ball in Kane's hand.
Kane's hand holding the glass ball gradually loosened, and the ball fell from his hand along the foot of the carpeted bed onto the marble floor and shattered. The broken glass gleamed in the light of the rising sun.
The shutters hung down: the rays of the rising sun became intersecting strips of light.
From the half-dark room, an assistant nurse took a piece of cloth and covered the deceased Kane's body.
News documentary
Projection hall.
Start showing the latest news documentary.
Subtitle: "America. Charles Foster Kane, the owner of Zenadu Manor."
The voice of the interpreter sounded. What appeared on the screen was a vast expanse of unbounded wasteland belonging to Kane near the sea in Florida.
Narrator: "Canadu is like the fabulous place where the famous Kublai Khan built his magnificent palace. Today, the Zenadu of Florida has almost the same fabulous reputation. In Kos A magnificent mountain view was designed and created for Kane on the wasteland along the coast of Tewan. In 1940, an unprecedented grand and peculiar funeral was held here, burying the outstanding figure of this century-the American Kublai Khan -Charles Foster Kane."
Subtitle: "It is not any celebrity promoted by the headline of Kane's newspaper that is of great interest to the 44 million American readers, but Kane himself, the most prominent figure in the newspaper industry for generations."
The screen is full of Kane's huge photos.
The voice of the narrator continued.
Kane's photo was published on the first half of the page of "The Questioner". At the same time, various titles such as "patriots", "democrats", "pacifists", "military sticks", "traitors", "idealists" and "yanks" appeared.
Narrator: "In the history of the press, there are many names that are more respectable than Charles Foster Kane. Among publishers, Kane ranks second. His name is Behind the top man James Gordon Bennett; Kane is his daring prodigal son. For the entire United States, he is also a magnate, publisher and real estate giant like the syndicate of American newspapers. , A figure like Hearst who is still very powerful."
But among the many big names, no one is hated like Charles Foster Kane, no one is as popular as him, no one is as daunting and talked about like him.
Subtitle: "From 1895 to 1940, Kane was a prominent figure. Many of these years were his golden age."
While the voice of the narrator was ringing, a news documentary appeared on the screen.
Narrator: "Everyone remembers the terrible earthquake in San Francisco. Kane's newspaper was the first to report on the disaster and was the first to call on everyone to rescue the victims. And Kane's newspaper was the first to tell all about Kane's assistance to the disaster area. world."
The footage from the news documentary.
On the streets of San Francisco, flames rushed straight up... San Francisco was after the fire disaster... A huge slogan was hung on the special train: "Kane launched a relief campaign."
The First World War.
Narrator: "Kane's newspaper first reported the truce eight hours before its competitors, and detailed the conditions Marshal Foch made to Germany in the Kempen Forest."
On the screen are the train cars that Fuxi took and the participants of the peace talks.
Narrator: "During forty years, Kane's newspapers had a clear stand on everything."
What followed were pictures with dates marked:... 1898, 1910, 1922. Newspaper headlines, cartoons, sound news documentaries, silent footage about women’s suffrage. Regarding the ban on alcoholic beverages. Worker strike.
Narrator: "For any social activist, Kane has his own distinct attitude. He either supports him or opposes him. And it is often that he supports a certain person first and then launches activities against him."
Shots of old news documentaries. The following characters flashed in front of the audience: Brian, Tedell Roosevelt, Stalin, Walter Taic, Smit, Mark Kingley, Langdon, Franklin Roosevelt.
In the documentary footage of recent years on the screen, an elderly Kane who was with the fascist leaders Hitler and Goering appeared. Some later shots show Kane with Chamberlain and Churchill.
Narrator: "Kane started from a small bankrupt newspaper."
Dilapidated building. You can see the old printing press from the window. The old-fashioned golden letters reveal:
"Inquiry" (1892).
Narrator: "Kane owns 37 newspapers, 13 magazines, and many radio stations. His industry is like a small kingdom in a country. He owns warehouses of commodities shipped from the colony, Paper mills, real estate, factories, forests, ocean-going ships, etc."
The luxurious and modern building of the Questionnaire.
The map of the United States fills the screen.
Kane’s publications spread around the world. The young newsboys flew in Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Washington, Atlanta, El Paso and other cities in the United States.
The voice of the newsboy can be heard: "The extra money of the Kane newspaper! The extra money of the Kane newspaper!"
Narrator: "For fifty years, the wealth of the Kane Empire has been continuously replenished from the gold mine, which has the third largest reserves in the world."
A big mine.
The mine is under construction. The tall chimney emits a puff of smoke...Small wagons are passing through, and trains are running.
A big sign: "Colorado Mining Company" (1940).
Another piece of spleen: "Little Salem, Colorado, 25 miles."
Narrator: "There is a legend about how Kane made his fortune in Meiwei... In 1868, the proprietress of the small hotel, Mary Kane, obtained an abandoned mine of the'Colorado Veins' from a guest who owed her room money. Mining license."
Wedding photo of Thomas Foster Kane and his wife Mary.
Picture of Mary Kane and her five-year-old son Charles Foster Kane.
Narrator: "Fifty-seven years later, at a Congress meeting, a famous old man on Wall Street, Walter Tay, recalled a trip he took when he was young."
Picture from a silent news documentary in 1925.
A building in Washington. An investigative committee of Congress.
Walter Taicho on the screen. Next to him is his son Walter Taich, Jr., and his shareholders. Some members of Congress are raising questions to Lao Tai. Suddenly, a little crocodile appeared on his knee. This caused a disturbance and confusion.
Close-up shot of Tai Qu.
Tai Chi: "...because of this little storm..."
Congressman: "But did you really go to Colorado in 1870?"
Tai Chi: "I have been there."
Congressman: "Is it because of Kane?"
Taic: "Yes, Mrs. Kane entrusted my company to manage her property. She also hopes to entrust her son to my care."
Congressman: "I heard that the kid leaped at you and hit you in the stomach with a small snowboard, didn't you?"
Laugh loudly. The audience is active.
Taic: "Mr. Chairman! ... I want to read my prepared statement to the committee, but I categorically refuse to answer any other questions."
A young man—his secretary took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and handed it to him.
Taic (reading out): "Although I am aware of the consequences of my words, I still have to express my unsuspecting views in an extremely responsible manner. From Charles Foster Kane on Private Property Judging from the dangerously tenacious spirit when attacking American traditions on issues such as the pioneering spirit and the attempt to make a fortune, he is actually a Communist in the essence of his social beliefs!"
Narrator: "Just this month, on Union Square..."
Rally on Union Square.
The crowd... The slogans in the newspapers demanding the banning of Kane.
Speaker: "But the name Charles Foster Kane has become a threat to every American worker. Kane is a fascist in the past, present and future!"
Narrator: "But this is Kane's own opinion."
In front of the luxurious building of the editorial office of "The Questionnaire", the pulpit was obscured by a flag. Charles Foster Kane is giving a speech.
Subtitle: "I am an American. I have always been an American in the past, and I will only be an American in the future."
Charles Foster Kane shook hands with voters one by one.
Subtitle: "Very few people's private lives are as well-known as Kane's."
Narrator: "He was married twice and divorced twice. His first wife, Emily Norden, was the president's niece."
The documentary shows a wedding near the White House.
The bridegroom, bride, old Taicho, little Taicho, Bernstein, Li Lante and others.
Narrator: "Two weeks after Kane divorced Emily Norden, he married singer Susan Alexander."
Kane, Susan, and Bernstein walked out the side door of the city hall. They were immediately surrounded by photographers and reporters.
Narrator: "Kane spent three million dollars to build a city opera house in Chicago for his second wife who had performed operas."
The photo of the design sketch for the Chicago City Opera House has a comment: "Build as it is".
Narrator: "Cinardu Manor was built by Kane for Susan. When they divorced, the manor was only half completed and it has not been completed yet. No one can calculate the cost of its construction."
Picture by picture of the nearly completed Zinadu Manor. Zinadu is a magnificent and magnificent fairyland on the mountain, like in myths and legends.
... The construction site of the Zenadu Manor (1917).
...The trucks are hurriedly running, one after another, and the train is speeding.
...The huge excavator is digging.
The picture was quickly changed: construction works are underway, foundations are being dug, and concrete is being poured.
Narrator: "In order to build the Zinadu Manor, 100,000 trees and 20,000 tons of marble were used."
The hills piled up with sand present pictures of different heights during the accumulation process.
Narrator: "Zinadu Manor has the largest private zoo since Noah's Ark. There are various birds and marine fish in the zoo. There are also various beasts in the plains and jungles, each of which is male and female."
Elephants, monkeys, zebras, and various other beasts and animals appeared on the screen.
Narrator: "In the Zinadu Palace, there are oil paintings, watercolors, statues everywhere, and even the stones used to build the walls were brought from other palaces. All these were shipped from all corners of the earth to Florida. The various treasures collected here are enough to set up ten museums..."
Wealth gathered from all over the world!
Unload boxes from ships, trains and trucks. Labels in various languages are affixed to the box: Italian, Arabic, Chinese and other languages. But they were all addressed to Charles Foster Kane at the Zenadou Estate in Florida.
Zinadu Manor.
A big platform. A group of people in 1917 costumes. There were Kane and Susan in the crowd.
Subtitle: "For the last twenty-five years, Kane lived in the Zenadu Manor and managed various enterprises. In the Zenadu Manor, many issues of great significance to the destiny of the country were determined."
Narrator: "Kane prompted the United States to join the war..."
The headlines of many American newspapers since 1895.
Documentary footage of the Spanish-American War (1898).
Narrator: "He opposes the participation of the United States in other wars."
A cemetery in France. Some shots of the First World War.
Thousands of crosses (1919).
Narrator: "Kane defeated at least one US presidential candidate in the campaign, and he attacked another presidential candidate so frantically that people blamed him for his death. People called Kane Act as an executioner and burn his portrait."
night.
People were burning grass men who were pierced in the appearance of Charles Foster Kane.
Subtitle: "In political activities, he will always be just a bridesmaid, never a groom."
Narrator: "Kane is a sculptor who squeezes public opinion. There is a well-known opinion that no newspaper has enough influence to make him elected. However, Kane's newspaper once had a huge influence and made Kay Eun was almost elected. In 1910, he ran for the post of governor as a candidate for the Independence Party. Some prominent people in the state supported him... The White House has become the throne that he might ascend in his lightning-fast political career... "
A news documentary of 1910.
A mansion on Mandelson Harding Square...people flowed in and out.
hall. On the wall behind, hung a huge portrait of Kane.
Mrs. Emily Kane and her five-year-old son, Lavard Kane, are sitting in the box. There was thunderous cheers.
On the podium sat some dignitaries, and the radiant Kane was raising a hand, trying to calm the cheers in the crowd.
Narrator: "But, he failed! This was a failure that humiliated him; this failure delayed the issue of reform in the United States for twenty years and proclaimed Charles Foster Kane’s political career. Finish."
News documentary footage from 1910. Kane is giving a speech.
The front page of the 1910 newspaper...the eye-catching headline. A photo of Kane and Susan.
Narrator: "In the third year of the economic crisis, many newspapers were closed. In just four years, all of Kane's hopes were dashed. His eleven newspapers and four magazines ceased to exist. They no longer exist. Either it is transferred to others, it is closed, or it is swallowed by others."
Subtitles reporting the economic crisis.
It's the map of the United States again. The map indicates Kane’s publications in various places.
From 1932 to 1939. The screen appeared on the screen of Kane's empire becoming smaller and smaller.
The door of the newspaper "Inquiry". A notice was posted on the door: "Closed".
Narrator: "A long four years have passed... Kane stayed alone in the palace that had not been completed, but had begun to collapse. Although this Charles Foster Kane had lived in seclusion, he was still living. Manage his declining empire. Few people visit him, and photojournalists never come to the door. Kane still wants to influence the fate of the country, but the country no longer listens to and believes in him."
Kane sat in the cart. He was wrapped in a checkered blanket, and people pushed him to walk in the rose garden.
Strong sunlight shone on Kane's lonely body.
Narrator: "Finally, death descended on Charles Foster Kane."
In 1940.
The new building of the Questionnaire in New York.
night. Announcement displayed with letters made up of electric lights... Letters made up of electric lights appeared one after another:
Charles Foster Kane died.
……daytime. Projection hall.
The projection hall was completely dark. Here are the editors of "Film News", short documentaries and magazine films funded by Roston. Roston himself is here. Their figures were partially illuminated by desk lamps; several figures fell into the oblique, shining light projected from the projector room.
Thompson: "It's over!"
He turned on the lamp.
Roston (walking in front of Thompson): "This is a good short film, Thompson, but it must be given the finishing touch."
His words evoked approving laughter.
Roston (continued): "What do you say about this, friends?"
Editor C: "I agree."
Editor A: "You are right, Mr. Roston...the finishing touch must be made!"
Roston: "Friends, do you remember what Kane said last?"
Editor B: "What he said when he died..."
Roston: "What was the last word Kane said in the world? Maybe, when he was dying, he told us everything about himself."
Thompson: "Maybe, he didn't tell us anything..."
Roston: "When Mr. Charles Foster Kane was dying, he only said a few words..."
Thompson: "Rosebud!"
Editor A: "Is that all he said?"
Editor Ding: "Such a villain, huh? (sarcastically) when he was dying, he actually called the'rosebud'!"
Roston: "Yes, rosebud! It is these words... but who is this woman?"
Editor B: "Or, what else does this mean?"
Roston: "Look at this man, he could have been president. People love him and hate him. Today, no one has caused so much discussion... There is no doubt that he said when he died, "Rosebud 'Reflects Kane's final thoughts. But what is this thought?"
Editor C: "Perhaps, it's the name of a good runner that he made a bet on when racing..."
Roston: "But what kind of racing horses are they? Thompson!"
Thompson: "Yes, Mr. Roston."
Roston: "Find out everything related to'Rosebud'... to find anyone who knows Kane... to his manager Bernstein... to his second wife..."
Thompson: "Susan Alexander Kane..."
Roston: "You have to find all the people who know him... all the people who work for him... the people who love him... the people who hate him... you have to find... Mr. Thompson... definitely You have to find the rose bud... Whether it is alive or dead! Maybe, there is nothing wrong with this!"
access
Thompson searched everywhere... he talked to people who knew Kane.
In 1940. A floppy nightclub in Atlantic City: "Al Rancho".
At night, it was raining.
The words made up of neon lights shone brightly in the dark. In a flash of light, you can see the neon advertisements of "Twice on stage every night-Susan Alexander Kane" and dilapidated buildings.
Through the glass roof, the audience can see the figure of a woman by the table in the nightclub. She was drinking alone.
night. The lobby of the "Al Rancho" nightclub.
The single woman sitting at the table is Susan. She was fifty years old, her hair was dyed pale yellow, and she was wearing a cheap evening gown. Thompson and the captain moved closer to Susan. The captain walked to Susan and stopped behind her.
Captain: "Miss Alexander, this is Mr. Thompson."
Susan: "I have another drink, John."
Captain: "Well, what would you like, Mr. Thompson?"
Thompson (sit down): "I have a glass of wine."
Susan: "Who allowed you to sit down here?"
Thompson: "I think we can have a drink together."
Susan: "Then you have to think about it separately. Why don't you let me be quiet? I don't interfere with your affairs, and you don't interfere with mine."
Thompson: "As long as you allow me to talk to you a little bit, Miss Alexander. I want to ask you a few questions."
Susan: "Get out of here!"
Thompson (stands up): "I'm sorry."
Susan: "Get out!"
Thompson: "Or, anytime next time..."
Susan: "Get out!"
Thompson looked at the captain questioningly. The captain nodded slightly, motioned him to go to the door, and then went to the waiter. Thompson followed behind him.
Captain: "Sino, give her some more. Mr. Thompson, she generally doesn't want to talk to anyone."
Thompson: "Well..." (to the phone booth).
Thompson (calling): "Hey! Please pick me up from New York...Courtland 79970."
The captain approached the phone booth.
Thompson: "Atlantic City 46827...well... (turns to the captain) Then... do you think she needs another drink?"
Captain: "Yes, she can drink..."
Thompson (calling): "Hey... I'm Thompson. Hey, Mr. Roston... She doesn't want to talk..."
A waiter walked into the lobby of the nightclub and put a goblet in front of Susan. She drank greedily.
Roston's voice: "Who?..."
Thompson: "Kane's second lady... I don't want to talk about rosebuds or anything else... I'm calling from Atlantic City."
Mr. Roston: "Let her talk!"
Thompson: "Okay... I'll go to Philadelphia early tomorrow morning... to Taycho's memorial... There is waiting for me... I want to see Taycho's diary. Then I'm going to New York and Kane Meeting with the general manager... with the man named Bernstein... and then I will come back here."
Roston's voice: "You should meet everyone."
Thompson: "Okay, goodbye, Mr. Roston. (hangs up the phone and opens the door) Ah, your name is..."
Captain: "John..."
Thompson: "John, can you do me a favor? When she talked about Kane...did she mention...rose buds?"
Captain (looking at Susan): "Rosebud?"
Thompson stuffed a check into his hand. The captain put the check in his pocket.
Captain: "Thank you, Mr. Thompson... Thank you very much. I asked her when the news was published in the newspaper the other day... She had never heard of rose buds."
In 1940.
daytime. Taicho Memorial Hall.
The bust of Mr. Tai Qu, sculpted in beautiful marble. The pedestal of the statue is engraved with "Walter Taicho".
At a table near the bust was Miss Berta Anderson, an old maiden who looked like a man. She is on the phone. Thompson stood before her with the hat in his hand.
Miss Anderson (to the phone): "Yes, I will receive him now. (Hang up the microphone. Looking at Thompson) The directors of the Taicho Memorial have asked me to remind you once again about allowing you to view The conditions of certain chapters of Tay’s unpublished diary. That is, under no circumstances should you quote the chapters in his hand."
Thompson: "Good."
Miss Anderson: "Please follow me."
A large room was filled with documents. There is a big mahogany table in the middle of the room. There is a safe behind the desk. The guard took out Walter Taicho's diary from the safe and handed it to Berta.
Miss Anderson: "Rinnings, from 83 to 142."
Guard: "Yes, Miss Anderson."
Miss Anderson (to Thompson): "Then, depending on the conditions, you can only read the chapter about Mr. Kane."
Thompson: "That's the only thing that interests me."
Miss Anderson: "You must leave this room at 4:30."
she left. Thompson smoked. He sighed deeply, looked down at the manuscript, and began to read the voice.
The title and text are written neatly:
"Charles Foster Kane.
"I will not publish these materials until fifty years after my death. I believe that then the whole world will agree with me about Charles Foster Kane.
"The first published in the newspapers was the rumor about the first meeting between me and the six-year-old Kane... the winter of 1870..."
In 1870.
daytime. The white snow covers the boundless fields. The small figure of six-year-old Charles Foster Kane appeared in the snow. He threw the snowball straight at the audience.
He faced a small building in the hotel. A sign hung on the building:
"Mrs. Kane Hotel,
First class food and sashimi. "
A snowball of Charles Kane landed on the sign. Charles squeezed a new snowball.
living room. Mrs. Kane, a woman about twenty-eight years old is looking at her son outside the window.
Mrs. Cain: "Be careful, Charles!"
Tai Qu's voice: "Mrs. Kane..."
Mrs. Kane: "Charles, wrap the scarf tighter!"
The little boy ran away. Mrs. Kane turned around. In front of us is her face-a tough but tortured, kind face.
Tai Qu's voice: "I think we should tell him..."
So we saw Taicho standing at the table. This is a proud man about twenty-six years old. On the table is his top hat and some papers.
Mrs. Kane: "I'll sign these papers now, Mr. Taic."
Old Kane's voice: "It seems that you forgot that I am the father of the child."
Both Mrs. Kane and Tai turned around, and we saw Kane's father.
Mrs. Kane: "Everything will proceed as I told Mr. Taiche."
Old Kane: "If I want to, I can sue the court. Father has the right...a tenant can't pay the rent and leave a document of no value... Besides, if this thing really has any value, Then this property belongs to me..."
Taic: "But only Mrs. Cain's name was signed on the certificate."
Old Kane: "But the board and lodging expenses he owes are for the two of us... Besides, I don't agree to hand over my little boy to any bank for custody."
Mrs. Cain (calmly): "I hope you stop talking stupid things, Chim."
Taic: "We have assumed full responsibility for managing your minerals in Colorado, Mrs. Kane."
Old Kane wanted to talk. He opened his mouth twice, but he dared not say anything.
Mrs. Cain: "Where should I sign, Mr. Taic?"
Taic: "Here."
Mrs. Kane signed the document.
Old Kane: "I hope everything will be fine."
Mrs. Cain: "Of course... please go on, Mr. Taic..."
Mrs. Kane was talking to Tai Chi while listening to her son's voice outside the window. Old Kane walked to the window.
Charles can be seen through the window. He is attacking the snowman.
Charles: "If those insurgents are willing to fight, then fight! Our condition is that they surrender unconditionally. Charge the enemy! Long live America!"
Old Kane closed the window.
Taic: "According to the power of attorney, all other money, including basic funds and all proceeds, should be managed by the bank before your son Charles Foster Kane reaches adulthood. When he turns twenty-five years old , He is in charge of all his own property."
Mrs. Cain went to the window and opened it.
Mrs. Kane: "Please go ahead, Mr. Taiche."
Through the window, you can see Charles again.
Charles: "You can't beat me, Ainchi Jackson! I'm the old King Shiko!"
He threw the snowball towards the snowman. He didn't throw it, so he lay on the ground and carefully climbed towards the snowman.
Tai Qu's voice: "It's almost five o'clock, Mrs. Cain... Don't you think I should meet the child?"
Mrs. Kane and Tay were standing by the window.
Mrs. Cain: "His box has been sorted...As early as two weeks ago, I packed my things."
Charles stood in the snow with a pair of skis in his hand.
Little Kane watched attentively at his mother and others who came towards him.
Charles: "Ah, Mom!... Mom, can you see? (Pointing to the snowman) I took the pipe from his mouth..."
Mrs. Kane: "Let's go home, son. We should prepare for you..."
Tai Que: "Charles, my name is Tai Que..."
Mrs. Kane: "This is Mr. Tai Qu, Charles."
Taic: "Hello, Charles."
Old Kane: "He... is from the east..."
Charles: "Hello! Hello, Dad!"
Old Kane: "Hello, Charlie."
Mrs. Kane: "Charles, you are going on a trip with Mr. Taiche tonight."
Charles: "Where shall I go?"
Old Kane: "You will see Chicago and New York...or Washington..."
Charles: "Mom, why don't you come with us?"
Mrs. Cain: "We have to stay here, Charles."
Old Kane: "From now on, you will live with Mr. Taic, Charlie! You will become a rich man. It is possible that you will become the richest person in America."
Taic: "We will have a very happy life, Charles... we will be very happy."
The little boy stared at him.
Taic: "Come on, let's shake hands."
Charles still stared at him.
Taiche: "Come on, stretch out your hand..."
He wanted to shake Charles's hand. Charles hit him in the stomach with a snowboard. Tay stepped away.
Taic: "You almost didn't knock me down, Charles...Snowboards are not for hitting people. When we get to New York..."
He wanted to put his hand on the boy's shoulder again, and Charles kicked him.
Mrs. Kane: "Charles!"
The little boy rushed to his mother and hugged her.
Charles: "Mom! Mom!"
Mrs. Kane: "It's okay, Charles, it's okay..."
The wheels of an old-fashioned sleeping car roll on the rails.
night. train.
In the sleeper room, Tai was standing in front of Charles's bed. He looked at the little boy silently.
Charles buried his face on the pillow, and a miserable cry could be heard.
Charles: "Mom! Mom!"
The text of Tai Qu's manuscript fills the screen.
"...This is an ordinary, lucky rascal. He has gone bad. He is a person who has no principles and is irresponsible for his actions.
"His property has greatly increased due to reasonable management.
"When I was entrusted to be his guardian, I bought him a lot of family properties and bought him the New York Journal.
"Three years after he obtained the right to control the "Interviewer", although I was no longer his agent at the time, I think I have a responsibility to point out the danger of his behavior to him."
In 1898.
daytime.
Kane is in the office of The Questioner.
A headline in the newspaper:
The Spanish warship left the Jersey coast.
We saw Taecho holding a copy of the "Inquiry" in his hand. He stood in front of the desk in Kane's office.
Taiche: "Do you really think you can run a newspaper like this?"
Kane: "I don't have a concept of how to run a newspaper, Mr. Taicho. I just try to show what I want."
Taic (read the title): "The Spanish warship left the Jersey Shore. But you have no basis to prove that these Orleans have indeed left the Jersey Shore."
Kane: "Then can you prove that this is not the case?"
Bernstein ran in with a telegram. Seeing Li Que, he stopped.
Kane: "This is Mr. Bernstein, this is Mr. Taiche."
Bernstein: "Hello, Mr. Taic."
Tai just nodded at him slightly.
Bernstein: "Mr. Kane, we just received a telegram from Cuba."
Kane: "Go on, Mr. Bernstein... We have no secrets to hide... And Tai Chu Xianfeng is one of our most loyal readers... So, what does the telegram say?"
Bernstein (reading): "Eat very well in Cuba. Women are very beautiful. Full stop. I can send you a prose poem praising nature, but I feel I have no right to waste your money. Full stop. There is no war in Cuba. The signature is: Willer. Do you want to call back?"
Kane: "I want it back...Dear Willer...Send the prose poem...I promise there will be war."
Bernstein; "Excellent, Mr. Kane."
Kane: "I also appreciate this call back. Send it out immediately."
Bernstein: "Send it right away."
Bernstein is gone. Kane raised his head and looked at Taiche with a smile.
Taic: "I came to you to talk to you about the "Investigator" campaign against the'Metropolis'. I think I have a responsibility to remind you..."
Kane: "Isn't the "Metropolis" reported on the "Metropolis" right?"
Taiko: "This is your regular attack..."
Kane: "Mr. Taic, the complexity of the problem is... You didn't expect you to be talking to two people. As a Charles Foster Kane who owns a hundred and thirty-one "Metropolis" stocks In terms of speaking, I totally agree with you. At the same time, like you, I think Charles Foster Kane is a dangerous rogue and should be prohibited from selling his newspaper. In addition, a committee must be formed to resist He. If you can do it, you can set up such a committee and fine me pay 1,000 yuan."
Taic: "Charles, my time is too precious..."
Kane: "On the other hand... I am the publisher of the Questionnaire... As a publisher, we must be careful not to let the residents who rely on heavy labor to make a living become the victims of the robbers who make a fortune. .You also know that I have money and property. If I don’t protect the interests of these people, then others will defend it. It is very likely that this will be a person who has neither money nor property... …That would be terrible."
Tai put on his hat.
Kane: "Are you leaving already?"
Tai Qu: "In the future, you will understand, Charles, you should care about money and property, and you should preserve them like... Yesterday I accidentally saw your statement."
Kane: "I saw it too."
Taiche: "I want to tell you that this "Inquiry"... it will cost you one million yuan every year... It would be unwise if you continue to do such charity."
Kane: "You are right... Last year we did lose one million, and we plan to lose another one million this year... Even if we lose one million every year... We will have to... Will be forced to close this newspaper."
Taicho Memorial Hall.
Close-ups of line by line in the manuscript:
"I'll take another sentence. He doesn't understand the basics of being a human being.
"He is incredibly vulgar and has no respect for people..."
Thompson closed the manuscript in annoyance. Turned around and saw Miss Anderson.
Miss Anderson: "Did you find what you were looking for?"
Thompson: "No...Miss Anderson, aren't you a rosebud?"
Miss Anderson: "What?"
Thompson: "I don't think you are a rosebud either. Well, thank you for allowing me to enter this hall."
He put on his hat and started smoking while walking outside. Miss Anderson watched him.
In 1940.
daytime. Skyscrapers of the Questionnaire.
Bernstein's office.
A close-up of a photo of Kane when he was sixty-five years old moved. This photo is embedded in a frame on the wall. Bernstein was sitting at the table below the photo. He is a completely bald old man. He has sharp eyes and is talking to Thompson.
Bernstein (making a grimace): "Who is capable? Me? I am the general manager. I have nothing but time...what do you want to know?"
Thompson: "You know, we think, maybe... we want to be able to figure out that he wants to explain with his last words when he is dying..."
Bernstein: "You mean rose buds, don't you? Maybe, what kind of girl is this? When he was young, there were many girls..."
Thompson (interestedly): "Mr. Bernstein, do you think this is incredible: Mr. Kane met a girl by chance, but fifty years later, when he was dying... "
Bernstein: "You are too young, sir... Mr. Thompson. Sometimes a person thinks of things he can't seem to remember. Take me for example. In 1896, I was in Zee Take a ferry to the west. Just as our boat left the dock, another ferry docked... There was a girl on that ferry... She was waiting in line to go ashore. She was wearing a white dress... with a top in her hand White Umbrella... I only saw her for a moment, and she didn't see me at all... But I can swear that I didn't want this girl in a month since then. Do you understand what I mean? "
Thompson: "Yeah...I understand. But what's the matter with rose buds? I want to know..."
Bernstein: "Who else have you looked for?"
Thompson: "You know, I've been to Atlantic City..."
Bernstein: "Susan?! I called her the day he died. I think there must be someone...but she can't even answer the phone."
Thompson: "She can't talk to me in the same way. I have to find her in a few days. (Pause) Then, Rosebud, Mr. Bernstein..."
Bernstein: "Believe, if I knew a little bit of who this is, I would tell you."
Thompson: "Mr. Bernstein, if you have such kindness... Then tell me something about Mr. Kane... Tell me something about him that you can think of... Something you don’t I think it’s so meaningful...Anyway, you have been in front of him from the beginning."
Bernstein: "Even before his career started, until now, after his death. Besides Susan, who else have you looked for?"
Thompson: "I have never looked for anyone again. But I have read Walter Taic's material, read his diary..."
Bernstein: "Taich! This is the biggest idiot I have ever seen!"
Thompson: "But he made a lot of money."
Bernstein: "Make a lot of money-if your life's purpose is this... Take Mr. Kane, what he needs is not money! Mr. Taiche never understood him. Do you know, Kane? The husband always says that he is a genius... He has a slightly strange sense of humor, just like what he showed on the night of the grand opening of his opera house in Chicago. This opera house was built for Susan. ...She should be an opera actress."
He sighed with a gesture of contempt, and continued:
"Of course, this has happened many years ago... 1914. Mrs. Kane played the leading role... She played terribly. But no one dared to say... Kane was a big man at that time! There was only one young man, he 'S friend Jed Leeland..."
In 1914.
night. An office in the Questionnaire. The room is empty. No one is working. Bernstein, in his fifties, was surrounded by a group of Kane's staff. Among them, most people wear evening dresses, and some people wear overcoats and hats. All people are waiting nervously for something.
An editor in the city news column asked a young staff member in a low voice:
"How is Jed Leelandt? Has his article been handed in?"
Staff: "Not yet."
Bernstein: "Go and hurry him."
City News Editor: "Why don't you go by yourself, Mr. Bernstein? You know Mr. Lilant's temper..."
Bernstein looked at him in silence for a while, and finally said slowly:
"I'm afraid he gets excited."
City News Editor (after a short pause): "As far as I know, you, Li Lante and Mr. Kane were the best friends in the past?"
Bernstein: "Mr. Lee Landt is Mr. Kane's closest friend. They are studying in a classical middle school together..."
Kane's voice: "Mr. Bernstein!"
Bernstein turned around.
Kane walked in. He is forty-nine years old and he is significantly fatter. He is wearing a coat and holding a top hat in his hand.
Bernstein: "Hello, Mr. Kane."
All the staff headed by Bernstein flocked to Kane. They tried their best to suppress their excitement.
Editor of the City News column: "Mr. Kane, it's really unexpected!"
Kane: "Did all the columns write articles about opera?"
Editor of City News: "Follow your instructions exactly, Mr. Kane. There are two sets of photos."
Kane: "What about the article?"
City News Editor: "Very well written, Mr. Kane."
Kane looked at him in silence for a while.
Editor of the City News section: "There is another...an article about performance."
Kane: "Is this Li Lante's article?"
Editor of City News: "Yes, Mr. Kane."
Kane: "When will he finish writing?"
Editor of City News: "He didn't tell us anything."
Kane: "Where is he?"
A staff member in the editorial department pointed to a closed glass door at the other end of the office:
"He is there, Mr. Kane!"
Kane looked at the door. Bernstein wanted to say something nervously.
Kane walked to the glass door. The editor looked at Bernstein. Kane opened the door and walked in, then closed it again.
Li Lante's office.
Kane and Bernstein walked in.
There is an empty bottle on Li Lante's table. He buried his head on the typewriter. There is a piece of paper with only one paragraph typed on the typewriter. On the other side of the table, standing Kane, he looked at Li Lante. The expression on Kane's face was vicious. Bernstein looked at Kane for a while, then walked quickly to Li Lant and shook him.
Bernstein: "Ah, Mr. Li Lante! ... Mr. Li Lante!"
Li Lante straightened up. When he saw Kane, he looked at him.
Bernstein: "He never drank in the past, Mr. Kane. He never drank."
Kane (after a pause): "What's here?...What did he write?"
Bernstein stooped down on the typewriter, struggling to read what Li Lant had written.
Bernstein (read): "Mrs. Susan Alexander is very beautiful, but she is an amateur with no future and no talent... (Pause, take a breath) Last night, the newly completed Chicago The theater season has begun. She plays Tai... Tai... (looking at Kane with an apologetic smile) I can’t pronounce the name, Mr. Kane."
Kane: "Tais."
Bernstein looked at Kane apologetically for a while, then continued embarrassingly:
"Fortunately, how well she sings does not need to be evaluated by our column. As for her acting skills, it is simply impossible..."
He didn't say a word, and kept looking at the piece of paper.
Kane (after a short silence): "Keep on reading!"
Bernstein (without raising his head): "That's it."
Kane took the paper off the typewriter and read it silently. There was a strange expression on his face.
Kane (very lightly): "As for her acting skills, then, in the opinion of the author of this article, there is nothing to say except that her acting skills are at the lowest level... (and then impatient). (Earth) Do you understand, Mr. Bernstein?... From the author's point of view..."
Bernstein (sorry): "I didn't see this."
Kane: "There is no such thing here, Mr. Bernstein. I'll dictate, you can remember."
Bernstein (looking at Kane in horror): "I can't take shorthand."
Kane: "Give me the typewriter. I will finish this article myself."
Bernstein walked out of the house.
Kane had taken off his coat and was sitting next to the typewriter, typing something with an expression of unrelenting expression.
There was Bernstein's voice. In the next picture he continues to talk...
In 1940.
daytime. Bernstein's office.
Bernstein (to Thompson): "He finished writing this article. About this woman he loved, he wrote the most brutal comment I have ever read. We put this article It’s in all newspapers."
Thompson (after a pause): "I think Mr. Kane has never spoken highly of Susan's talents."
Bernstein (confidently): "He thinks she is a great actor. Mr. Thompson. He does believe it. Her future affects his vanity. Since meeting Susan, Mr. Kane has been I don’t care about my achievements as I used to...Oh, I'm not blaming Susan..."
Thompson: "Then, well, how could he write such a commentary? Kane's newspaper always praised her flatly."
Bernstein: "Ah, yeah!... But I told you that this man is incomprehensible. He has a unique sense of humor... Maybe, later Mr. Kane thought that if he used this tone Come to finish this article, then he can prove to Li Lant that he is righteous. Did you know? Li Lant has a different view on this issue... I think Kane has already proved this to him. …You should talk to Li Lante. He has been with us since the first day Kane took over the "Inquiry"."
In 1891.
Hot summer day.
The old building of the Questionnaire.
A two-wheeled carriage appeared on the screen. In the car were Kane and Lee Landt. Both of them dressed like New York dudes. Kane jumped from the carriage. Li Lante also staggered him and jumped down.
Kane (pointing with his cane): "Look at this, Jed. Everything will change in a few days."
The radiant Kane showed his joy unrestrainedly. Jed looked at him with a thoughtful smile. They went into the building.
A four-wheeled carriage approached the sidewalk. The back door of the carriage was open. Bernstein sat among the piles of things.
Bernstein (to the coachman): "Come on, I will help you arrange these tatters."
The editorial department of "Wang Shi Bao".
A large office on the second floor. The windows in the room are small and narrow, and although the sun is shining outside, the room is still very dark. The reporters sat next to the desks and the old-fashioned inclined high writing desk. In a slightly elevated area at the end of the room, there are two tables, the left door is open, leading to Carter's office.
When Kane and Li Lant walked into the office, an elderly, full-fledged gentleman sitting at the elevated table rang the bell. Then all the staff in the editorial department stood up. Carter walked to Kane.
Carter: "Welcome, Mr. Kane. I'm Highbert Carter."
Kane: "Thank you, Mr. Carter, this is Mr. Leeland."
Carter: "Hello, Mr. Li Lante."
Kane: "Mr. Carter, Mr. Leeland is your new critic. Jade, don't you plan to be a critic? (referring to reporters) are they all waiting for me?"
Carter: "I think you would be happy with such a welcome... young publisher..."
Kane: "Please sit down!"
Carter: "You can continue working, gentlemen."
There was a rumbling noise at the door. Everyone turned around and saw Bernstein lying upright on the door sill, with two pictures, boxes and bedding in heavy frames on his body.
Kane: "Ah, Mr. Bernstein! ... If you can give me a minute..."
Bernstein struggled to get up from the ground and walked to him.
Kane (introduction): "This is Mr. Bernstein, my general manager."
Carter (coldly): "Hello, Mr. Bernstein."
Kane: "Here is your office, don't you? I plan to live here... I will stay here as long as I think it is necessary."
The editorial department of "Wang Shi Bao".
Kane sat at the table without a hat or shirt. He rushed to correct a manuscript while eating hard. Carter was beside him, his clothes buttoned tightly. Li Lante sat in a corner of the room, watching them carefully. Judging from Li Lante's facial expression, it is obvious that he observes with gusto. Bernstein is remembering some numbers.
Kane: "I'm not criticizing, Mr. Carter... Take a look at the newsletter on the front page of The Questionnaire. Look at this photo...'A woman in Brooklyn is missing.' It's possible that she was murdered. "
Kane finished eating and pushed the plate away.
Kane: "Jade, I'm not full yet!"
Li Lante: "We will go to the'Lecto' restaurant in a while and get some important news."
Kane: "Mr. Carter, the headline of the news in the Chronicle is two lines. Why don't we do this?"
Carter: "We have no important news."
Kane: "If the headline is big, it will also make the report more important... The murder of Mrs. Harry Silverston..."
Carter: "There is no evidence that this woman was murdered...it can't even prove that she is dead."
Kane: "The Chronicle did not say that she was murdered, Mr. Carter. According to the newspaper, she was missing; her neighbor was under suspicion."
Carter: "It is not our duty to spread rumors about housewives. If we are interested in such things..."
Kane (gentlely): "We should be interested in this sort of thing from now on, Mr. Carter. I hope you send your best reporter to visit Mr. Silverston. You ask the reporter to tell Silvers Mr. Dun, if he does not find his wife's whereabouts immediately, the "Inquirer" insists on arresting him."
Carter: "But seriously, Mr. Kane, I don't agree with the function of a respectable newspaper..."
Kane (not listening to him): "Listen, Mr. Bernstein!"
Bernstein looked away from his number, picked up his head, and looked at Kane questioningly.
Kane: "I just made an amazing discovery. The editorial department of "The Questionnaire" does not have a phone call! I will install two immediately."
Bernstein: "I have ordered six sets this morning! And the price is still discounted."
Kane: "This must be done today, Mr. Carter!"
Carter walked out of the house in silence and closed the door.
Kane: "Why do they think that newspapers should be rigid and monotonous... Do people have to spend two cents to buy..."
Bernstein: "Three cents."
Kane (comprehensively): "Two cents."
The surprised Bernstein raised his head. He still couldn't figure out what was going on and looked at Kane.
Bernstein: "The budget is three cents a report."
Kane: "Let's recalculate, and count as two cents."
Bernstein: "Mr. Lee Landt... Maybe, Mr. Kane will decide to reduce the price to a penny, or plan to distribute half a pound of tea as a reward..."
Li Lante: "This kind of whimsy is simply too much to keep up with!"
In 1891.
The printing office of "Inquiry" is located on the first floor. The window faces the street.
midnight.
Beside the large iron cover of the printing press with movable type templates of various font sizes, Kane and Li Lant stood. They wore elegant evening dresses. There are also Bernstein, Carter, and old typewriter Smetels. Everyone is very excited.
Kane: "Look, Mr. Carter, now the first page looks completely different..."
Carter: "The Questioner shouldn't be compared with the likes of The Chronicle."
Bernstein: "But we are going to produce this kind of stuff... In the past, I didn't even want to use the "Inquiry" to package cat food."
Carter: "Mr. Kane, I should draw your attention... this person should learn to control his tongue."
Kane: "You are right. Mr. Bernstein used to work in the jewelry wholesale industry."
Bernstein: "Yes, I am in the jewelry wholesale industry."
Kane: "But his talent seems to meet my requirements."
Carter took a sip. He really felt wronged.
Carter: "I mentioned you, just when you need me, I will have to... I ask you to accept my resignation..."
Kane: "Your resignation has been accepted, and I deeply regret it."
Carter: "But, I want to say..."
But Kane didn't listen to him anymore. He turned to Smetels, calmly:
"Re-arrange this edition!"
Smetels didn't understand what Kane was doing, he looked at Kane silently. Finally he finally said:
"We can't change..."
Kane: "Changed?!"
Smetels: "It's going to be printed in five minutes."
Kane: "Okay, okay... Then let us change this version."
Smetels: "You didn't understand what I meant. We will print out in five minutes. No changes can be made."
Kane silently threw the arranged plates on the ground. The type was scattered all over the floor.
Kane: "Now you can rearrange, Mr. Smettels! After the words are completely arranged and spelled out, please ask them to make a copy for me."
In 1891.
Whistle. "The Questioner" Kane's office.
A big sign. The newspaper boy who sells "The Chronicle" runs around on the background of the "Inquiry" building.
The camera moves to the only window that is lit-the window of Kane's office.
The voice of a newsboy came from the street. Kane was not wearing a shirt, he stood by the open window and looked down. Bernstein sat on the bed. Li Lante sat in an easy chair.
Voice of Newsboy:
——Please see "The Chronicle"...
——Please see "The Chronicle"...
Kane closed the window and turned to the others.
Li Lante: "Soon we will get to sell newspapers on the street, and it will be ten minutes later."
Bernstein: "We were three hours and fifty minutes late, but we..."
Li Lante got up from the easy chair and walked laboriously.
Kane: "Are you tired?"
Li Lante: "I had a stressful day."
Bernstein: "You changed the layout of the newspaper four times this evening, Mr. Kane..."
Kane: "I just made some changes to the first page. In addition to illustrations and new fonts, I have to add something... I want to make the "Inquirer" an indispensable thing for New York residents."
Li Lante: "Then what are you going to do, Charlie?"
Kane: "I want to make a declaration of my principles... Don't laugh, Jade... Please remember, Mr. Bernstein!..."
Bernstein: "I don't know shorthand..."
Kane: "I will write it myself."
He grabbed a rough piece of paper and a greased pencil, sat down on the bed next to Bernstein, and began to write. While writing and reading what he wrote:
"The newspaper I give to the residents of this city will let them know all the news sincerely. I also promise them..."
Li Lante: "You are already the second sentence beginning with the word'I'..."
Kane: "People always want to know who is responsible for this promise... and they want to know all the news...'Report the real event quickly, in a simple and compelling format. At the same time, no news is allowed. The accuracy of the report is subject to interference by anyone...'. I will be a fighter tirelessly fighting for their citizenship and human rights...Signature:'Charles Foster Kane'."
Li Lante: "Charlie..."
Kane looked up.
Li Lante: "Can you watch it again?"
Kane: "I will log it out now... (Yelling) Mike!"
Mike: "Yes, Mr. Kane."
Kane: "This is an editorial. I hope to get it on the front page!"
Mike (very tiredly): "Is it on the front page today?"
Kane: "Yes...you have to retypeset again... go downstairs and tell them."
Mike: "Okay, Mr. Kane."
He is about to go out.
Li Lante: "Wait a minute, Mike."
Mike stopped.
Li Lante: "Wait for you to arrange the words, I hope you will bring this manuscript back to me."
Mike showed a look of dissatisfaction, which clearly showed that, in his opinion, this was an unreasonable demand. Kane looked at Li Lant questioningly.
Li Lante: "I want to save this small piece of paper. I have a hunch that it will become one of the important documents of our time. Just like the Declaration of Independence... and the Constitution... Like my first article. Elementary school composition like that."
Although Kane answered him with a smile, both of them were very serious.
daytime. The office of the Questionnaire directly faces the sidewalk window.
The front page of the "Inquirer" with an important editorial. The headline of the editorial is:
"My principles. Charles Foster Kane's declaration."
So we saw a big bundle of newspapers. There are already four big bundles of newspapers in front of us, six big bundles, and many bundles of newspapers. These are all "Inquiry".
The window in the office of the "Inquirer" reads: "The Inquirer", a daily newspaper in New York. 26,000 copies were printed.
Through the closed window, we saw Kane, Li Lant, and Bernstein. They are standing by the window. With his elbows resting on the low velvet railings, he looked at the street where the newsboys were selling newspapers.
The window in the office of the Questionnaire.
The painter is rewriting the numbers that indicate the number of newspapers printed.
A large number appeared: 49,000 copies.
Bernstein stood by the window with a satisfied smile.
In 1895.
On the street, a billboard in front of the editorial office of The Chronicle:
"Inquiry"-the people's newspaper. 62,000 copies were printed.
Kane and Bernstein looked at the ad.
On the window of "The Chronicle", there is a photo almost the same size as the window. There are nine people in the photo. The inscription on it is: "The same person in the editorial department of the "Chronicle" New York branch." The following read: "The newspaper with the largest number of employees in the world". It also reads the number of copies of the Chronicle: 460,000 copies. Kane looked at this picture.
Bernstein: "Ah: Mr. Kane... the guy with the Chronicle... it's not difficult to get the number of prints."
Kane: "You are right, Mr. Bernstein."
night. The editorial department of "Wang Shi Bao".
It's the nine people we saw in the photos. It was even still in that position. Among them, the one in the middle of the first row was Kane. They took pictures in a corner of the room.
Photographer: "Okay, thank you."
Everyone stood up.
Kane (to the photographer): "Please print an extra copy and mail it to the editorial office of The Chronicle."
He walked to the table.
Kane: "Gentlemen, the editors of the Questionnaire! 200,000 copies of the Questionnaire have been sold this morning."
Bernstein: "Two hundred and one thousand six hundred and forty-seven copies!"
All applaud.
Kane: "All of you... new and old staff... have received the best salary in the city. You are all hired to work, not just because of your ideas... what interests me is your talents... …Your talents make "Interviewer" the kind of newspaper we need... to be the best newspaper in the world! (Applause) Now, I am leaving you. I will go abroad for vacation next week."
Everyone is whispering.
Kane: "I promised my doctor a long time ago that I would travel as long as I could leave. Now, I think I can leave."
Whispers of approval.
Bernstein: "Go ahead, Mr. Kane. Now that you have made a promise... then it is very likely that there are many statues in Europe that you don't have..."
Kane: "You can't blame me, Mr. Bernstein. These statues were created in thousands of years, and I bought them in only five years."
Bernstein: "We have obtained nine Venus statues, twenty-six statues of the Virgin... The two warehouses are full of these things..."
Kane: "I hope, of course you don't think I will keep even one promise... are you, Mr. Bernstein? (Everyone laughs loudly) What about you. Mr. Lilant?"
Li Lante: "Of course, I don't think you will comply."
Laughter and applause.
Kane put two fingers in his mouth and made a whistle. So the band began to play. A whole team of beautiful girls appeared. The dancing began...
daytime. The building of the Questionnaire. Kane's office.
A close-up that fills the screen: a luggage tag says: "Send by Char Foe Kane, Paris, France."
The camera moves, the other words on another luggage tag: "Charles Foster Kane. New York."
The camera continued to move, and boxes containing statues and other artworks were stacked until they almost touched the ceiling.
Li Lante took off his shirt and was opening the box in only a vest. He holds the statuette in his hand. Bernstein walked to the door.
Bernstein: "Didn't he promise not to send us these statues again!"
Li Lante: "I think you are a poor connoisseur of sculpture, Mr. Bernstein. This is a rare statue of Venus."
Bernstein (watching the statue carefully): "Not as precious as you think, (hands him a piece of paper) This is a telegram from Mr. Kane."
Li Lante took it and read it silently, and he smiled.
Ocean-going ship.
1900.
daytime. Editorial department.
The new editor of the social news column-Miss Townsend's desk. This is an elderly maiden. There was a sign pinned to her desk that read: "Editor of Social News".
At the table stood Kane, who was tanned in a well-dressed foreign suit, and Bernstein, who looked melancholy.
Kane: "Please forgive me. You are Miss Townsend, aren't you? Well, I'm Charles Foster Kane."
Miss Townsend almost fainted without excitement.
Kane: "I have not been here for several months, and I hope your attitude towards this small notice will be different than any other notice."
Kane handed her an envelope and patted Bernstein on the back.
Kane: "As for the new method of producing printed pigments... Please forgive me, Mr. Bernstein, there is a charming young lady waiting for me down there."
He left in a good mood.
Miss Townsend (in a trembling voice): "Thomas Monroe Norden and his wife announced that their daughter Emily Monroe was engaged to Mr. Charles Foster Kane."
Bernstein snatched the paper from her.
Townsend Group (excitedly): "She...is President Meitong's...niece...Mr. Bernstein." Bernstein and Miss Townsend walked towards the window.
A street in front of the "Inquiry" building.
Kane jumped into an exquisite four-wheeled carriage parked on the sidewalk. Emily Norden was sitting in the car. She smiled at him. Kane kissed her lips. Emily made a shy look, but this was just to let the people around her see that she was reserved. In fact, she was not angry about his kiss.
Bernstein and Miss Townsend were standing by the window.
Bernstein: "Believe me, such a girl will bring him good luck!... The niece of the President, hi!... He will not stay in the current situation... She will become the President's wife! "
The front page of the Questionnaire. The big picture of Kane and Emily of the newlyweds occupies four columns. They look very happy...
In 1940.
Bernstein is in the office of the editorial department of The Questioner. There are Bernstein and Thompson in the room.
Bernstein: "Of course, you don't even need to tell you about this... Miss Norden is not a rosebud!"
Thompson: "The ending of this marriage is not very happy, right?"
Bernstein: "Happiness will soon end... Susan later. This is not even long. (Shrugs shoulders. Pause) I guess she is not very happy with him... You know, I think, the rose bud you want to know..."
Thompson: "How?..."
Bernstein: "Maybe this is what he lost. Mr. Kane is a man who has almost lost... everything he has. You should talk to Mr. Lilant. What he can tell you... is better than me Much... I want to know where he is now?... (slowly) Maybe, even... for a long time no one has talked to me about anything about him... Maybe, he is no longer alive."
Thompson: "He is in a hospital on 180th Street in Harpdington."
The flat of the hospital is closed.
Thompson sat in a chair with his back leaning against the chimney.
Li Lante's voice: "When you live to my age, young man, you won't give up anything...even if it's just a good glass of bougon..."
The camera moved, Li Lante was wrapped in a quilt, sitting in an easy chair in the hospital, talking to Thompson.
Li Lante: "Maybe, you will have cigars? My doctor thinks I should quit smoking... But I have left our topic, am I? What annoying old man I have become... You I want to know what I think of Kane... well... I think he is a great person from a certain point of view! But he doesn't show off with this. (smiling) He never talks about himself... ...He doesn't tell anyone his secrets. He just...makes some hints. He is a brilliant man...I haven'
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