Citizen Kane

Rosebud.

ANNOUNCER: 'News on the March!

'Legendary was the Xanadu where Kubla Khan decreed his pleasure dome.

'Today, almost as legendary, is Florida's Xanadu,

'the world's largest private pleasure-ground.

'Here, on the Gulf Coast, a private mountain was commissioned and built.

'100,000 trees, 20,000 tons of marble make up Xanadu's mountain.

'Contents of Xanadu's palace:

'paintings, pictures, statues, the stones from many another palace.

'A collection so big it can never be appraised.

'Enough for ten museums, the loot of the world.

'Xanadu's livestock: the fowl of the air,

'fish of the sea, beast of the jungle.

'Two of each - the biggest private zoo since Noah.

'As with the pharaohs,

'many stones mark the grave of Xanadu's owner.

'Since the Pyramids, Xanadu is the costliest monument a man has built to himself.

'Here in Xanadu last week, Xanadu's landlord was laid to rest.

'A potent figure of our century, America's Kubla Khan...

'..Charles Foster Kane.

'Kane's empire had its humble origin in this ramshackle building - a dying daily.

'But in its glory it held dominion over 37 newspapers, 2 syndicates, a radio network...

'..an empire upon an empire.

'Grocery stores, paper mills,

'apartments, factories,

'forests, ocean liners...

'Through this empire, for 50 years, flowed in an unending stream

'the wealth of one of the earth's richest goldmines.

'Legendary is the story of the Kane fortune.

'Boarding-house keeper, Mary Kane,

'was given, in 1868, the supposedly worthless deed to a disused mine:

'the Colorado Lode.

'57 years later, before a Federal Investigation, Walter Thatcher, grand old man of Wall Street,

'target of attacks by Kane's papers, recalls a journey he made as a youth.

My firm were trustees for the large fortune Mrs Kane had acquired.

She wished me to take charge of the boy...Charles Foster Kane.

Is it not true that the boy attacked you... Mr Johnson!

..striking you with a sled?

LAUGHTER

I shall read a statement to the Committee. I refuse to answer any more questions.

Charles Foster Kane, in his social beliefs,

and by the dangerous manner in which he has attacked American traditions of private property,

is nothing but a Communist.

'That same month, in Union Square...'

Charles Foster Kane is a menace to every working man! >

He is what he has always been and always will be...a fascist.

'And still another opinion:

NEWSREEL MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

'Kane urged his country to enter one war...opposed entry in another.

'He swung the election to one American president, at least, and spoke for millions of Americans.

'But was hated by as many more.

'For 40 years Kane newspapers took a stand on EVERY public issue.

'There was no public man Kane did not support or denounce. Often support...

'..then denounce.

'Twice married...twice divorced.

'First, to a President's niece, Emily Norton, who left him in 1916.

'She died in 1918, in a car accident with their son.

'16 years after his first marriage,

'two weeks after his first divorce,

'Kane married Susan Alexander, a singer, in New Jersey.

'For Wife Two, one-time opera singer Susan Alexander,

'Kane built the Chicago Opera House. Cost: 3 million dollars.

'Conceived for Susan Alexander Kane, and half-finished before she divorced him:

'the still-unfinished Xanadu.

'Cost: no man can say.

'Kane, moulder of mass opinion though he was, was never granted elected office by his fellow voters.

'But Kane papers were strong, and once the prize was almost his.

'In 1916, as independent candidate for Governor, with powerful support,

'the White House seemed the next step in his career.

'Then, a week before the election...

'..defeat, shameful and ignominious.

'A defeat that set back reform in the US,

'and cancelled Kane's political chances.

'In the first year of the Depression, a Kane paper closes.

'For Kane, in just 4 years: collapse.

'Eleven Kane papers merge, more are sold, scrapped.'

-Is that true?

-Don't believe everything you hear on the radio.

-Read the Inquirer!

-How did you find business conditions in Europe?

How did I find them? With great difficulty!

-Are you glad to be back?

-I'm ALWAYS glad to be back - I'm an American.

What else? When I was a reporter we asked them quicker than that!

-Is there a chance of war in Europe?

-I've talked with the great leaders.

They're too intelligent to hasten the end of civilisation as we know it.

Take my word for it - there'll be no war.

'Kane helped to change the world.

'But Kane's world now is history.

'The great yellow journalist himself lived to BE history, outlived his power to make it.

'Alone in his never finished, already decaying pleasure-palace,

'aloof, seldom visited, the emperor of newsprint directed his failing empire.

'He attempted to sway, as he once did,

'the destiny of a nation that had ceased to listen to him or trust him.

'Then, last week, as it must to all men,

'death came to Charles Foster Kane.'

That's it! > Stand by in case we want to run it again.

-­

-How did you like it, Mr Rawlston?

It's a good short, Thompson, but what it needs is an angle.

All we learned was that Kane's dead. I KNOW that - I read the papers.

Don't just tell us what a man DID, Thompson. Tell us who he WAS.

Wait...! What were Kane's last words? Do you remember, boys?

-Maybe he told us all about himself on his deathbed!

-Maybe he didn't!

All we saw was a big American,

but how does he differ from Ford or Hearst? A man's dying words...

-What were they? >

-YOU don't read the papers!

-Just one word...

-Rosebud.

Just that ONE word!

But who is she? What was she?

He could have been President, he was as loved and hated as any man...

..but, when he dies, Rosebud is on his mind.

< It's a horse he once bet on!

All right...but what was the race?

-Thompson, hold this picture up...

-But...

-Find out about Rosebud.

Get in touch with everyone who knew him, that manager of his...Bernstein,

-and his second wife...

-Susan?

­ Runs a nightclub in Atlantic City.

See them ALL... those who worked for him, who loved him, who hated him.

-And don't go through the phone book!

-I'll start right away, Mr Rawlston.

Good! Rosebud...dead or alive. It's probably just a simple thing.

THUNDER ROLLS

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

SHE COUGHS WEAKLY

Miss Alexander.

-This is Mr Thompson.

-I want another drink, John.

-Right away. Will you have one, Mr Thompson?

-A highball, please.

Who said you could sit down?

-I thought maybe we could talk.

-Well, think again.

Can't you people leave me alone? I mind my business, you mind yours.

-Just a little talk, Miss...

-Get out of here.

GET OUT!

-Sorry...

-(Get out.)

-Some other time?

-(Get out.)

Gino...get her another highball.

-She just won't talk to nobody, Mr Thompson.

-OK.

Another double?

Yeah.

Hello, I want New York, Courtland 79970. This is Atlantic City 46827.

-All right... Hey, she's...(?)

-Yeah.

-She'll snap out of it. Until he died she talked about him all the time...

-Hello? Thompson. Give me the chief.

Mr Rawlston? She won't talk... about Rosebud or anything else.

Tomorrow I'm going to the Thatcher Library in Philadelphia, to see that private diary of his.

Then back to New York to see Kane's general manager, Bernstein.

Yeah...everyone who's still alive. Goodbye.

-Hey, er...

-John.

-John, when she talked about Mr Kane, did she ever mention Rosebud?

Rosebud? Why, thank you, Mr Thompson.

Just the other day, when the papers were full of it,

I DID ask her.

She never heard of Rosebud.

There are conditions, Mr Thompson, under which you may inspect

-books from Mr Thatcher's unpublished memoirs.

-I really...

-Yes, Jennings?

-I'll bring him right in.

-I only...

-You must NOT use direct quotations from the manuscripts.

-All I want...

-Come with me.

Jennings...

Thank you, Jennings.

Mr Thompson, you are required to leave this room at 4.30, promptly.

You will confine yourself to the chapters regarding Mr Kane.

That's all I'm INTERESTED in.

Pages 83 to 142.

Come on, boys!

Be careful, Charles!

Keep your muffler on! Mrs Kane, I think we should tell him now.

I'll sign those papers, Mr Thatcher.

But I'm the boy's FATHER! It's going to be done MY way.

I don't see why we can't raise our own son, just because we come into some money.

A boarder that beats his bill and leaves worthless stock behind...

That's MY property as much as anybody's!

If Fred knew the stock was valuable, he'd have put it in BOTH our names!

But it's in MRS Kane's name. He owed us BOTH! The bank must...

I don't want to sign my boy away! STOP all this nonsense, Jim.

The bank's decision on his education is to be final...

A BANK as a guardian(!) Stop this nonsense, Jim.

We also assume full management of the Colorado Lode.

Where do I sign? Right here.

Mary, for the last time! I've been a good husband...

50,000 a year will be paid to you and Mr Kane as long as you live.

Well, I hope it's for the best. It is.

-The Union for ever! I could lick anyone...

-Why can't I raise my own boy?

Go on, Mr Thatcher.

All other money will be administered by the bank in trust for your son,

until he reaches his 25th birthday, at which time...

..he comes into complete possession. Charles!

Go on, Mr Thatcher.

It's almost five, Mrs Kane. I'd better meet the boy.

I've got his trunk packed. I've had it packed for a week now.

A tutor will meet us in Chicago...

-Charles!

-Look, Mom!

-Come here, son.

-Well, that's quite a snowman! Make it all by yourself, lad?

-Maybe I'll add some whiskers...

-This is Mr Thatcher, Charles.

-Hello.

How do you do? He's from the East.

-Pa!

-Hello, Charlie!

-Charles!

-Yes, Mommy?

Mr Thatcher's taking you on a trip tonight, on a train. The one with all the lights on it!

-You going, Mom?

-No, Charles, but...

-Where am I going?

-To see Chicago! Ain't he?

Certainly! I wish it was MY first trip!

Why ain't you coming with us, Mom?

We have to stay here... You're gonna live with Mr Thatcher, Charlie, and you're gonna be rich!

This ain't the place for you. You might be the richest man in America someday...

You won't be lonely, Charles. Of COURSE not!

Shall we shake hands, Charles? I'm not THAT frightening, am I?

Charles!

Charles! Sleds are to SLEIGH with!

You little...! JIM!

That kid needs a good thrashing! You think so?

That's why he'll be brought up where you can't get at him.

TRAIN WHISTLES IN THE DISTANCE

Well, Charles...

-..Merry Christmas!

-Merry Christmas(!)

..and a happy New Year.

In closing, I remind you that your approaching 25th birthday makes you independent of Thatcher & Co,

and gives you full responsibility for the world's 6th-largest fortune. Got that?

"..6th-largest fortune." Yes. Charles...

you do not seem to understand your position, therefore I enclose a list of your holdings, cross indexed...

It's from Mr Kane. Go on.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in gold mines or oil wells..." NOT INTERESTED?!

"Only one item on the list intrigues me: The New York Inquirer.

"I am returning to the US as I think it would be fun to run a newspaper."

FUN to run a NEWSPAPER(!)

Traction Trust exposed(!)

Bleeds public white(!)

Refuse to clear slums(!)

Inquirer wins slum fight(!)

Is that really your idea of how to run a newspaper?

I just try everything I can think of.

-There's not the slightest proof it's true!

-Can you prove it isn't?

-This just came...

-Mr Bernstein, I'd like you to meet Mr Thatcher.

-Hello.

-Mr Leland, meet Mr Thatcher.

-Hello. It's from...

-He's one of our most devoted readers.

-He knows what's wrong with every copy of the paper. Read the cable.

-"Girls delightful in Cuba stop.

"I could write poems, but there is no war in Cuba - Wheeler." Answer?

-Wheeler - you provide the poems, I'll provide the war.

-That's good!

-I like it myself!

-Charles! This campaign by the Inquirer against the Public Transit Co...

-YOU got something to use against them?

-Still a college boy, huh?

-No...all my colleges expelled me.

-But Charles...

-Mr Thatcher...

-..YOU are one of the biggest stockholders in Public Transit!

You don't realise, you're talking to two people.

As the owner of 82,364 shares in Public Transit, I'm on your side.

Charles Foster Kane is a scoundrel, his paper should be run out of town,

-a committee should be formed to boycott him...

-This is nonsense!

But I am ALSO the publisher of the Inquirer.

As such, it is my duty, AND my pleasure, to see that decent people aren't robbed blind by pirates!

They haven't anybody to look after their interests.

I'll let you into a secret - I think I'M the man to do it.

You see, I have money and property.

If I don't look after the interests of the under-privileged, who else will?

-Yes, well, I happened to see your financial statement today.

-Oh?

My boy, don't you think this philanthropic enterprise is rather unwise?

-The Inquirer costs you a million dollars a year!

-You're right...

I lost a million dollars this year and I expect to lose a million NEXT year. And at THAT rate...

..I'll have to close this paper in 60 years.

"With respect to the said newspaper, the said Charles Foster Kane hereby relinquishes all control thereof

"and any and all other newspaper, press, and publishing property of any kind whatsoever,

-"he agrees to abandon all claim thereto..."

-THAT means we're bust.

-It means we're out of cash...

-Charles...

-I've READ it!

Just let me sign it, Mr Thatcher.

-You're too old to call me Mr Thatcher, Charles.

-You're too old to be called anything else.

You were always too old.

-"Thatcher & Co agree to pay to Charles Foster Kane as long as he lives..."

-My allowance(!)

-..the sum of...

-You will maintain over your newspapers a large measure of control...a MEASURE of control.

And we shall seek your advice.

This Depression is temporary.

-There's always a chance you'll die richer than I will.

-It's a cinch I'll die richer than I was born.

-We never lost as much as we made.

-Yes, yes, but your methods...!

You know, Charles - you never made a single investment.

-You always USED money, to...to...

-To BUY things.

To buy things.

My mother should have chosen a less reliable banker.

Well...

I always gagged on that silver spoon.

You know, Mr Bernstein, if I hadn't been very rich...

..I might have been a great man.

Don't you think you are?

I think I did pretty well under the circumstances.

What would you LIKE to have been?

Everything you hate.

-Oh-h-h-h!

-I beg your pardon, sir?

It's 4.30, isn't it, Jennings? Yes, ma'am.

-You have enjoyed a rare privilege. Did you find what you wanted?

-No.

-You're not Rosebud, are you?

-What?

-Rosebud?

-Your name is Jennings?

-Yes, sir, I...

-Goodbye. Thanks!

A busy man? Me? I'm chairman of the board, I got nothing BUT time.

-What do you want to know?

-Well, Mr Bernstein, his last words...

Rosebud, huh? Maybe...some girl? There were a lot of them back in the early days.

It's hardly likely, Mr Bernstein, that 50 years later Kane would...

Well, you're pretty young, Mr...Mr Thompson.

A fellow will remember things you wouldn't THINK he'd remember.

You take me... One day back in 1896 I took the ferry to New Jersey.

As we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in.

On it, there was a girl.

A white dress, she had on. She was carrying a white parasol.

I only saw her for one second and she didn't see me at all.

But I'll bet a month hasn't gone by that I haven't thought of her.

Who else have you been to see?

-I went to Atlantic City...

-Susie?

I called her myself, the day after he died.

I thought maybe somebody ought to.

Couldn't even come to the phone.

I'll see her again in a few days.

About Rosebud, Mr Bernstein...?

-After all, you were with Mr Kane from the beginning.

-From BEFORE the beginning, young fellow.

And now, it's after the end.

-Have you tried to see anyone besides Susan?

-Nobody else.

-I read Walter Thatcher's journal...

-He was the biggest fool I ever met!

-He made an awful lot of money.

-It's no trick to make a lot of money,

if all you WANT

is to make a lot of money.

You take Mr Kane...

..it wasn't money he wanted.

-Thatcher never did figure him out. Sometimes, even

-I

-couldn't.

You ought to see Mr Leland, Mr Kane's closest friend.

-They went to school together.

-Harvard?

-Harvard, Yale, Princeton...

He was thrown out of a lot of colleges.

Mr Leland never had a nickel.

An old family, worth 10 million, then the father shoots himself... Turns out there's only debts left.

He was with Mr Kane and me when Mr Kane took over the Inquirer.

Take a good look at it, Jedediah. It'll look a lot different soon.

-Ain't no bedrooms in this joint, it's a newspaper building!

-Are you paid for opinions or for hauling?

-Jedediah.

-After you, Mr Kane.

Excuse me, sir, but I...

Welcome, Mr Kane!

Welcome!

-Welcome to the Inquirer!

-But this...

-I'm Mr Carter, editor-in-chief.

-Thank you, but this is Mr Leland.

-Oh, how do you do, Mr Leland?

-He's our new dramatic critic...

-That's right.

-Are they standing for me?

-YOU?! Oh! Mr Kane!

-How do you do?

-Oh, how do you do?

-As a gesture to our new publisher...

-Tell them to sit down, please.

-You may resume your duties, gentlemen.

-Thank you.

-I didn't know your plans, so...

-I haven't GOT any plans, except to get out a newspaper.

Oops!

-Mr Bernstein?

-Yes?

-Mr Carter, meet Mr Bernstein, my general manager.

-General manager?!

-How do you do?

-Mr Carter?

-Yes? Er...how do you do?

-Mr Carter!

-Yes, Mr Bernstein, er...Mr Kane?

-Is this your office?

-Er...my little sanctum is at your disposal, but... Excuse me!

-I'm glad to hear it!

-But I don't understand...

-Excuse me!

-Mr Carter...

-I'm going to live in your office.

-Mr Carter...

-LIVE here?!

-Right.

-Excuse me.

-But...

But we're closed... Excuse me!

-..for 12 hours...

-Excuse me!

-..a day!

-Excuse me!

-Mr Carter...

-..the NEWS goes on 24 hours a day!

-Excuse me!

-But Mr Kane...

-Excuse me!

-And excuse me!

-It's IMPOSSIBLE!

-Look...

-Here's what I mean...

-I'm no GOOD as a cartoonist!

-You're the DRAMATIC critic!

-You still eating?

-I'm still hungry.

Now look, the Chronicle has a story about a woman who's missing... probably murdered.

-Why doesn't the Inquirer have it?

-Because we're a newspaper...

-Joseph! I'm hungry!

-..not a scandal sheet!

-Sorry, Mr Bernstein.

-All right.

-Mr Carter...

-..the Chronicle has a 3-column headline. Why doesn't the Inquirer?

-The news wasn't BIG enough.

-Ah...

-..if the headline is big, it MAKES the news big.

-Right!

-Now, this murder...

-You've no proof she's even DEAD!

-Neighbours say...

If we reported GOSSIP, we could sell the paper twice over, daily!

Mr Carter...

that's what we want, from now on.

Send a man to tell her husband that if he can't produce his wife, the Inquirer will have him arrested.

-Tell the journalist to say he's a detective...

-..from Central Office.

If the husband gets suspicious,

your man must call him an anarchist, loudly, so the neighbours can hear.

-Mr Kane!

-Dinner, Jedediah?

-This is a respectable newspaper!

-Thank you, Mr Carter. Goodbye.

-Goodbye!

< Read all about it!

Lady might be murdered! Read it in the Chronicle!

< Early morning Chronicle! Read all about it!

< Lady might be murdered! Read it in the Chronicle!

-We'll be on the streets in another ten minutes, Charlie.

-Late, but we did it!

-Tired?

-Tough day.

-A wasted day.

-Wasted? You made the paper over 4 times!

I changed the front page a little, but that's not enough.

This paper needs more.

I must make the New York Inquirer as important as the gas.

-What are you going to do?

-Declaration of principles.

Don't smile, I've got it written!

-You don't want to make any promises you can't keep.

-They'll be kept.

"I'll provide the people of this city with a daily paper that tells all the news honestly.

-"I will also..."

-That's the second sentence you've started with "I".

-People must know who's responsible.

And they'll get the truth from the Inquirer, quickly and simply.

"I'll also provide them with a fighting and tireless champion of their rights as human beings.

"Signed, Charles Foster Kane."

-Can I have that, Charlie?

-I'm going to print it! Solly!

-An editorial, for the front page.

-This MORNING'S front page?

-Right. So we have to re-make again.

-Yes.

-You'd better tell them.

-Right.

Solly, when you're through with it, I'd like to have it back.

I'd like to keep that piece of paper.

-I have a hunch it'll turn out to be something pretty important.

-Sure!

Like the Declaration of Independence,

or my first report card at school.

This little pilgrimage will do us good.

-The Chronicle's a good paper.

-It's a good IDEA for a paper.

-495,000...

But look who's working for them!

It took the Chronicle 20 years to get that staff together!

2O years? Well...

6 years ago I saw a picture of the world's greatest newspapermen.

I felt like a kid in front of a candy store. 6 years later, I got my candy!

Welcome to the Inquirer!

Send a copy of that picture to the Chronicle!

Our circulation today is the greatest in New York - 684,000.

684,132!

Right! Having welcomed you, I hope you'll forgive me taking my leave.

I'm going abroad for a vacation.

I promised my doctor I'd leave when I could...and now I can.

Say, Mr Kane, there's a lot of statues in Europe you ain't bought yet!

You can't blame me...

They've made them for 2,000 years. I've only been buying for five!

-Promise me, Mr Kane!

-I promise, Mr Bernstein. By the way...

-Yes?

-..you don't expect me to KEEP my promises, do you?

-No!

And now, Gentlemen, your COMPLETE ATTENTION, please!

BAND PLAYS A LOUD MARCH

Are we declaring war on Spain or not?

RAUCOUS WHISTLES AND CHEERS

-I said, are we going to declare war on Spain or are we NOT?

-The Inquirer already has.

You long-faced, over-dressed... ANARCHIST!

-I am NOT over-dressed!

-You are! Look at his necktie!

Let's have the song about Charlie! Is there one?

Buy a bag of peanuts in this town and they'll write a song about you!

SINGER: # There is a man... GIRLS: # There is a man...

# And for the poor you may be sure that he'll do all he can.

# Who is this one? # This fav'rite son?

# His action has the traction magnates on the run.

# He loves to smoke, # Enjoys a joke,

# He wouldn't get a bit upset if he were really broke.

# With wealth and fame # He's still the same,

# I'll bet you five you're not alive if you don't know his name!

-# What is his name? #

-What is his name?

-# Charlie Kane!

-#

-He doesn't like that "Mister",

-#

-He likes good old Charlie Kane!

-#

-Such a wonderful party!

-Yes...

-What's the matter?

# He says a miss # Was made to kiss,

# And when he meets one always tries to do exactly this!

-# Who buys the food? #

-Who buys the drinks?

-#

-Dough was made to spend,

-# He acts the way he thinks! #

-Bernstein, these men who are with the Inquirer now...

-Hey, catch!

Bernstein...

..weren't these men just as devoted to the Chronicle's policies as they now are to OUR policies?

Sure! Just like anybody else.

They got work to do, they do it.

But they happen to be the best in the business.

Do we stand for the same things the Chronicle stands for?

Certainly not!

Mr Kane will have them changed to his kind of newspapermen in a week!

It's possible that they'll change Mr Kane... without his knowing it.

Mr Leland! Mr Leland! I got a cable from Mr Kane!

-Mr Leland! Mr Leland! A cable!

-What?

-From Paris, France!

-What?

-LOOK!

Come on in!

-#

-..and his action has the traction magnates on the run...

-#

It's a good thing he promised not to buy any more statues(!)

-Oh, Bernstein!

-Look. He wants to buy the world's biggest diamond.

-Why didn't you go to Europe, too?

-I wanted Charlie to have FUN...

Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? A horse-faced hypocrite? A New England school-marm?

Yes.

-I wouldn't contradict Mr Kane.

-All right...

-World's biggest diamond! Why is he collecting diamonds?

-He ain't.

He's collecting somebody who collects diamonds. At least it isn't JUST statues!

"Welcome home, Mr Kane, from 467 employees of the Inquirer."

< Here he comes!

-You've got a moustache!

-I know!

-It's AWFUL!

-It isn't!

-Have we got a society editor?

-Right here, Mr Kane!

-This is Miss Townsend.

-This is Mr Kane.

Miss Townsend, er... I've been away so long I don't know the routine...

I've got a little, er...social notice.

Treat it like any other.

-Thank you...

-Mr Kane! On behalf of all the Inquirer's employees...

Mr Bernstein, everyone, thank you very much.

I'm sorry, I can't accept it now... Goodbye!

-Say, he was in an awful hurry.

-HEY! >

Look here!

-What...?

-Oh, Mr Leland! Mr Bernstein! This announcement...

"Mr and Mrs Monroe Norton announce the engagement of their daughter, Emily, to Mr Charles Foster Kane."

Quick!

Emily Monroe Norton - the niece of the President of the United States!

Niece, huh? Before he's through, she'll be a President's wife!

The way things turned out, Miss Emily Norton was no Rosebud.

It didn't end very well, did it?

It ended. And then there was Susie.

That ended, too.

You know, Mr Thompson, I was thinking... This Rosebud you're trying to find out about...

Yes?

Maybe that was something he lost.

Mr Kane was a man who lost almost everything he had.

You ought to see Jed Leland.

Sure, they didn't always agree... take the Spanish-American war...

Mr Leland was right - that was Mr Kane's war. WE didn't have any reason to fight.

But, if it hadn't been for that war of Mr Kane's, would we have the Panama Canal?

I wish I knew where Mr Leland was.

A lot of the time they don't tell me these things... Maybe he's dead.

Well, Mr Bernstein, he's at the Huntington Memorial Hospital.

-I had no idea...

-Nothing particular wrong with him, they said, just...

Just old age.

It's the only disease you don't look forward to being cured of.

I remember EVERYTHING, young man.

That's the greatest curse inflicted on the human race - memory.

I was his oldest friend, and, as far as I was concerned, he behaved like a swine.

Charlie was never brutal - he just did brutal things.

Maybe I wasn't his friend, but if I wasn't, he never had one.

Maybe I was just a stooge, hmm?

-Mr Leland, you were going to talk about Rosebud...

-You don't happen to have a good cigar on you, hmm?

-No, I'm afraid I haven't, sorry...

-I changed the subject, didn't I? What a disagreeable old man I am!

You're a reporter, wanting to know what I think about Charlie Kane.

I suppose he had some private sort of greatness.

But he kept it to himself.

He never gave anything away... he just left you a tip.

He had a generous mind, always had so many opinions.

But he never believed in anything in his life except Charlie Kane.

I suppose he died that way, too. That must have been unpleasant.

Of course, a lot of us check out without any beliefs about death,

but we do believe in SOMETHING.

-Are you absolutely SURE you haven't got a cigar?

-Sorry.

-Never mind.

-Mr Leland, what do you know about Rosebud?

-Rosebud?

Oh, his dying words...Rosebud. Yeah, I saw that in the Inquirer.

Well, I never believed anything I saw in the Inquirer.

I could tell you about Emily... I went to dancing school with her.

-Er, the first Mrs Kane...

-What was she like?

All the girls in dancing school were nice, Emily was a little nicer.

After the first couple of months, she and Charlie didn't see much of each other except at breakfast.

It was a marriage just like any other.

-You're beautiful!

-Oh, I can't be! I've never been to six parties in one night before!

-What will the servants think?

-They'll think we enjoyed ourselves.

-Must you go to the newspaper NOW?

-Newspapermen are worse than sailors.

I absolutely adore you.

Even newspapermen have to sleep.

I'll call Mr Bernstein and have him put off my appointments till noon.

-What time is it?

-Oh, I don't know... Late.

-It's early.

-Oh, Charles!

Do you know how long I waited after you went to the paper for "10 minutes"?

What do you DO there at midnight?

Emily, your only co-respondent is the Inquirer.

-I'd prefer a flesh and blood rival.

-It's a PAPER!

-And the stuff you print! Attacking the President...

-Uncle John(!)

-He IS the President.

-And he's also a fathead with a bunch of crooks running his Administration.

He's still the President, Charles, not you.

That mistake will be corrected one day.

Mr Bernstein sent Junior the most incredible atrocity yesterday.

I won't have it in the nursery.

-But Mr Bernstein is apt to visit the nursery.

-Does he HAVE to?

Yes.

-But people will think...

-What I TELL them to think!

-Wasn't he ever in love with her?

-He married for love.

Love...that's why he did everything.

He went into politics because he wanted the voters to love him, too.

All he really wanted out of life was love.

That's Charlie's story - how he lost it.

He just didn't have any to give.

He loved Charlie Kane, of course, very dearly.

And his mother, I guess he always loved her.

-What about his second wife?

-Susan Alexander?

Day after he met her, he told me about her.

He called her "a cross-section of the American public".

Guess he couldn't help it. She must have had something for him.

But that first night, Charlie said, all she had was a toothache.

HORSE AND CARRIAGE SPLASH THROUGH DEEP PUDDLE

SHE STARTS TO GIGGLE

HER LAUGHTER GETS LOUDER

-What are you laughing at, young lady?

-Oh! Ow!

-What's the matter?

-'oothache.

-What?

-'OOTHache!

-Toothache?

Oh, you mean YOU'VE got a toothache.

-Is that funny?

-YOU'RE funny, Mister. You got dirt on your face.

-It's mud.

-You want some hot water? I live right here.

-What was that?

I said if you wanted some hot water I could get you some...

..hot water.

All right. Thank you very much.

-Oh! Ow!

-Do I look any better now?

-This medicine doesn't do ANY good!

-You need to take your mind off it.

Hey!

-My landlady says to keep the door open if a gentleman calls.

-Fine.

-Ow-w-w!

-You HAVE got a toothache, haven't you?

-I surely have!

You could try laughing at me again.

-But you don't want me to!

-I don't want your tooth to hurt, either.

-Look at me... See that?

-What?

I'm wiggling both my ears at once.

That's it, smile!

Took me two solid years in the best boys' school

to learn that trick!

That's it!

-Is it a giraffe?

-No, it's NOT!

-Well, then, I bet it's...

-What?

-An elephant.

-It's SUPPOSED to be a rooster.

-Never!

-Gee, all these tricks... are you a professional magician?

-No.

-I was just joking.

-You really don't know who I am?

-Well, Mr Kane, I'm awful ignorant, but I guess you caught on to that.

-But you like me, even though you don't know who I am?

-I surely do!

I'm so glad you do.

Without you, I don't know what I'd have done.

-I don't know many people.

-I know TOO many people.

I guess we're both lonely.

-Before I ruined my best clothes...

-You probably got LOTS of clothes.

-I was just joking.

I was on my way to a warehouse, in search of my youth.

You see, my mother died, a long time ago.

Her things were put in storage out west.

I sent for them, and tonight I was going to take a look at them. A sort of sentimental journey.

-I run a couple of newspapers, what do YOU do?

-Me?

-Ah-huh.

-How old did you say you were?

-I didn't say.

-I didn't think so.

-Pretty old.

-How old?

-22 in August.

-What do you do?

-I'm in charge of the sheet music at Seligman's.

-Is that what you WANT to do?

-No... I wanted to be a singer. Well, my mother...

-What happened to the singing?

-Well, Mother always thought...

She wanted me to sing Grand Opera.

You know what mothers are like!

Yes.

-Have you got a piano?

-A piano? Yes, there's one in the parlour.

-Will you sing for me?

-Oh, you don't want...

-I do.

-Well, I...

-Is your toothache still bothering you?

-Oh, no, it's gone.

All right... Let's go to the parlour.

-SWEETLY BUT NOT BRILLIANTLY: #

-Yes, Lindor shall be mine,

-#

-I have sworn it, for weal or woe.

-#

-Yes, Lindor...

-#

-Lo giurai la vincero.

-#

There is only one man who can rid this state of the evil domination of Boss Jim Gettys -

Charles Foster Kane, the friend of the working man, the next Governor of this state!

-He entered this campaign...

-..with one purpose only -

to make public the dishonesty and villainy of Boss Jim Gettys' political machine.

This is now in complete control of the government of this state!

I made no campaign promises because, until a few weeks ago,

-I had no hope of being elected!

-LAUGHTER

-Now, however, I have something more than a hope.

-APPLAUSE

And Jim Gettys has something less than a chance!

LOUD APPLAUSE

Every straw vote, every independent poll shows that I'll be elected!

So now I can AFFORD to make some promises!

LOUD APPLAUSE AND CHEERS

The working man and the slum child KNOW they can expect

my best efforts in their interest.

The decent, ordinary citizens know that I'll do everything I can

to protect the underprivileged, the underpaid and the underfed.

-Mother, is pop Governor yet?

-Not yet, Junior.

Well...

I'd make my promises now...

..if I weren't too busy arranging to keep them.

But here's one promise I'll make, and Boss Jim Gettys knows I'll keep it.

My first official act as Governor will be to appoint a special district attorney,

to arrange for the indictment, prosecution and CONVICTION of Boss Jim W Gettys.

BAND STRIKES UP A LIVELY MARCH

CONVERSATION DROWNED OUT BY BAND

-You'll win by 100,000 votes! Gettys knows it.

-Hello, son!

He's realising I mean what I say.

-Like my speech?

-Every word!

-Oh, hello, Emily.

-< Hold it!

-Officer, get us a taxi, please.

-You're leaving now?

-I'm sending Junior home in the car.

-'Night, Father!

-Goodbye, son.

Emily...

-..why did you send Junior home?

-I want you to make a call with me.

-It can wait.

-No.

-What's it about?

I don't know yet. I intend to find out.

-Where are you going?

-185 West 74th Street.

If you wish, you may come with me.

I'll come with you.

RINGS DOORBELL

I had no idea you liked melodrama.

Come right in, Mr Kane!

Charlie...

He FORCED me to send your wife the letter. I didn't want to...

Good evening, Mrs Kane. I don't suppose anyone will introduce us.

-I'm Jim Gettys.

-Yes?

-Miss Alexander didn't want to send you that note...

-I...

-But she DID.

-Charlie, he threatened me...

-Gettys!

-I think I'll start by breaking your neck.

-Maybe you can do it, maybe you can't.

-Charles!

Breaking his neck will scarcely explain this note.

-"..serious consequences for Mr Kane, you and your son..."

-He just...

-What does it mean, Miss...?

-I'm Susan Alexander. Mrs Kane...

-What does it MEAN?

-She don't know, she just sent it because I made her.

-This gentleman...

-I'm not a gentleman.

Your husband's trying to be funny, calling me one. I don't even know what a "gentleman" is.

If I owned a newspaper and I didn't like a politician,

I'd fight him,

-but would I print a cartoon of him in a convict's suit where his kids could see it?

-You cheap...

-YOU are!

-I'm fighting for my life!

-Charlie, he said he'd tell...

-You mean...?

I'm giving him one chance... more than he'd give me.

Unless Mr Kane decides tomorrow that he has to go away for a while,

on Monday, every paper in the state, except his, will carry the story.

-What story?

-About him and Miss Alexander.

-There isn't any!

-Shut up!

-Mr Kane was...

-We've got evidence that would look bad in the headlines.

-I'd rather not have to publish, it'd be better for ME.

-But what about...?

You'd be better off too, Mrs Kane.

But what about ME?

-He said my name would be dragged through the mud.

-There's only one decision, Charles.

I'd say it had been made for you.

-The voters of this state...

-I'm not interested in them!

-I'm interested in our son.

-If they publish...

-They won't.

Goodnight, Mr Gettys.

Are you coming, Charles?

No.

I'm staying here.

-I can fight this all alone.

-Charles...

-..if you don't listen to reason, it may be too late.

-Too late?

For what?

For you and this...public thief to take the love of the people away from me?

Charlie, you don't want your son to read about you in the papers...

There's only one person who'll decide what I'm going to do...ME.

You decided what you were going to do some time ago.

-You're making a fool of yourself.

-Get out!

-You're licked, admit it!

-Out! If you want to see me, get the warden to write me a letter.

-For anybody else, it'd be a lesson.

But you need more than ONE lesson. And you'll GET more than one.

Don't worry about ME, Gettys!

Don't worry about ME!

I'm Charles Foster KANE!

I'm no crooked politician trying to save himself from the consequences of his crimes!

GETTYS!!

I'll send you to Sing-Sing, Gettys!

Have you a car, Mrs Kane?

-Yes, thank you.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

'Extra, extra! Read all about it!'

-Paper? >

-No, thanks.

There's a million majority already against him.

I'm afraid we got no choice.

This one?

That one.

Well, goodnight again.

-Is there anything...?

-No, thanks, Mr Bernstein.

Better go home and get some sleep.

You, too.

Goodnight, Mr Kane.

-Hello, Jedediah.

-I'm drunk.

Well...if you've got drunk to talk to me about...Miss Alexander... don't bother.

I'm not interested.

I have set back the sacred cause of reform, is that it?

All right, if that's the way they want it, the people have made their choice.

They prefer Gettys to me.

You talk about "the people" as though you owned them.

As long as I can remember, you've talked about giving "the people" their rights.

-As if you could make them a present of liberty, as a reward(!)

-Jed!

Remember "the working man"?

I'll get drunk, too, Jedediah, if it'll do any good.

It won't do any good. Besides, you never GET drunk.

You used to write about "the working man". But he's become something called organised labour.

You won't like it one bit when you find it means he expects something as his RIGHT, not as your gift!

Charlie...

When your precious underprivileged REALLY get together...

Oh, boy!

It'll add up to something bigger than YOUR privileges, and THEN what will you do?

Sail to a desert island and lord it over the monkeys?

Don't worry about it too much.

There'll be a few monkeys around to tell me where I'm going wrong.

You may not always be so lucky.

-You're not VERY drunk.

-What do you care?

You don't care about anything except YOU.

You just want to persuade people that you love them so much, they ought to love you right back!

It's something to be played YOUR way, according to your rules.

-I want to work on the Chicago paper.

-What?

You said you needed a dramatic crimit...critic. I AM drunk.

-I want to go to Chicago.

-You're too valuable here.

-Then I must ask you to accept my...

-All right, go to Chicago.

-Thanks.

I guess I'd better try to get drunk anyway.

I warn you, you won't like it in Chicago. They've never heard of Lobster Newburg.

-Is Saturday after next all right?

-Any time you say.

-Thank you.

A toast, Jedediah, to love on my terms.

The only terms anyone ever knows are his own.

­ Hey, Mr Kane, I'm from the Inquirer!

All right, fire away, boys!

THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE

-Yes, young man?

-Are you through with politics?

-Through? Vice versa!

-We're going to be an opera star!

-< Will you sing at the Metropolitan?

-Certainly!

-If I don't, Charlie'll build me an opera house!

-It won't be necessary!

-#

-La-a-a-a-a-a-a....

-No, no, NO!

You must wait for the chord! Then one AND two AND three...!

ALL TALK AT ONCE AS THE ORCHESTRA PLAYS THE OVERTURE

Places, everybody! >

Places, please! >

OPENING CHORDS OF HER ARIA

-#

-Ah, cruel...

-#

-Tu m'as trop entendu...

-#

HER VOICE ECHOES AND BECOMES INDISTINCT

-BERNSTEIN:

-Mr Leland's covered the dramatic angle, and we've done the news end.

-The social and music notices, are they in?

-They're already made up. >

Mr Mervin wrote a SWELL review.

-Enthusiastic?

-Naturally.

-Mr Bernstein.

-Mr Kane!

-You've got a nice plant here, Mr Donovan.

-We did two spreads of pictures.

-Put one on the front page.

-But we're still waiting for the dramatic notice.

-Dramatic?

-That's Mr Leland, isn't it?

-Yes, we're waiting for him.

-Where is he?

-Right in there, Mr Kane.

Mr Kane...

Mr Kane...

Mr Leland and Mr Kane... they haven't spoken together for years.

-You don't suppose...?

-Nothing TO suppose.

Excuse me.

(Close the door.)

He ain't been drinking before, Mr Kane. Never. We would've heard.

What does it say...the notice? What's he written?

"Miss Susan Alexander, a pretty but hopelessly incompetent amateur...

"..last night opened the new Chicago Opera House in a performance of..."

I still can't pronounce that name, Mr Kane.

"Her singing, happily, is no concern of this department.

"Of her acting, it is absolutely impossible to..."

Go on.

-Go on.

-That's all there is.

"..impossible to say anything but that in this reviewer's opinion it represents a new low." Got that?

-I didn't see that.

-I'm dictating it.

-But, Mr Kane...

-Get me a typewriter.

I'm going to finish Mr Leland's notice.

Hello, Bernstein.

-Hello!

-Hello, Mr Leland.

-Where's my notice? I've got to finish it.

-Mr Kane is finishing it.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie...out THERE?

I guess he's fixing it up.

I knew I'd never get that through.

Mr Kane is finishing your review just the way you started it.

He's writing a bad notice, like you wanted it to be.

I guess that'll show you.

Hello, Jedediah.

Hello, Charlie.

I didn't know we were speaking.

Sure we're speaking, Jedediah.

You're fired.

-THOMPSON:

-Everybody knows that story, Mr Leland, but why did he do it?

You just don't know Charlie!

He thought that by finishing it he could prove he was an honest man.

Susie being an opera singer... THAT was trying to prove something.

You know what the headline was the day before the election?

"Candidate Kane in love nest with quote - singer - unquote."

He was going to take the quotes off the singer! Hey, nurse!

Five years ago he wrote to me from that place of his...Shangri La? El Dorado? Sloppy Joe's?

What WAS the name of that place?

Oh, all right...Xanadu. I knew it all the time.

You knew I knew, didn't you?

Well, I never even answered his letter. Maybe I should have.

I guess he was pretty lonely down there all those years.

He hadn't finished it when she left him. He never finished it, never finished anything, except my notice.

-Of course, he built it for her.

-That MUST have been love.

-Oh, I don't know.

He was disappointed in the world so he built his own. Nurse!

-Oh! (Listen, young fellow, one thing you CAN do.)

-Sure.

(Stop at the cigar store and get me a couple of good ones.)

-Be glad to.

-Thank you.

One is enough!

Nurses were NO prettier when I was younger than they are today!

-I'll take your arm, Mr Leland.

-Fine... (Don't forget those cigars.

(Wrap them like toothpaste so they won't stop them at the desk.)

That young doctor of mine, he's got an idea he wants to keep me alive!

I'd rather you just talked... Anything that comes into your mind about yourself and Mr Kane.

You wouldn't want to know a lot of things in my mind about myself and Charlie Kane.

Maybe I should never have sung for him the first time I met him.

I did an awful lot of singing after that!

To start with, I sang for teachers at a hundred bucks an hour.

-The TEACHERS got that...

-What did YOU get?

-Not a thing.

-But he married you, didn't he?

He didn't mention anything about marriage until it got in the papers about us and he lost the election.

Then that Norton woman divorced him.

-He was interested in my voice. Why do you think he bought that Opera House?

-I

-didn't want it.

It was HIS idea. Everything was...

Except my leaving him.

-# Il mio cor... #

-# Il mio CO-O-O-OR! #

Don't forget! Ta-ta-TA! Ta-ta-TA ! Ta-ta-TA!

Now, don't get nervous! Da capo, huh?

Please, look at ME, Mrs Kane.

SHE SINGS IN ITALIAN WHILE HE SINGS ALONG:

# Get the voice out of the throat, Place the tone right in the mask.

FOLLOW ! Follow it! Ni-ni-NI!

Roll the i's, go ahead!

# Diaphragma! #

Now!

SHE MISSES THE NOTE

HE HITS THE RIGHT NOTE AND SINGS IT VERY LOUDLY

Some people can sing, some can't.

Impossible! Impossible!

It's not your job to give Mrs Kane your opinion of her talents.

You're supposed to train her voice, Signor Matisti, nothing more.

-Continue.

-But...

-Please.

-But I will be the laughing stock of the musical world!

-People will think...

-You're worried about that? Well, I'm an authority on what people will think.

The newspapers, for example. I run several of them between here and San Francisco.

Don't worry, darling, he'll listen to reason.

-How can I persuade you...?

-You can't.

HE WHISPERS IN ITALIAN AND THE PIANIST STARTS TO PLAY

# Il mio cor ferito e gia,

# E Lindor fuche il piago.

-# Si, Lindor...

-AGAIN SHE HITS THE WRONG NOTE

It's all right, darling, go ahead.

# Si, Lindoro mio sara,

-# Lo giurai....

-I thought you'd see it my way.

-# ..la vincero.

# E Lindo-o-o-o-o-or... #

-# Ah.... #

-No, no, NO!

You must wait for the chord! One AND two AND three...

Places, everybody! >

Places, please! >

ORCHESTRA PLAYS THE OPENING CHORDS OF HER ARIA

# Ah, cruel,

# Tu m'as trop entendu.

# Les dieux m'en sont temoins.

# Ces dieux qui dans mon flanc

# Ont allume le feu fatal

# A tout mon sang.

# Dites-moi comment que j'expie

# Ce peche si fort.

# Je ne peux pas

# Je ne peux pas resister encore!

# Ah, Dieux, arrachez-moi!

-# Ce feu fatal allume...

-This is perfectly DREADFUL! >

# ..ma mort! #

LAUGHTER IN THE AUDIENCE

# Voila mon coeur, voila mon coeur!

# C'est la que ta main doit frapper.

# Voila mon coeur, frappez!

# Prete-moi ton epee.

# Frappez! #

APPLAUSE DIES AWAY

HE IS THE ONLY ONE APPLAUDING

He can't be your friend, friends don't write that kind of review!

I expected all the other papers to pan me but not the INQUIRER!

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Come in!

-I'll go.

-Some friend(!)

-But, of course, I'm not high class like you...

-That'll do, Susan.

-Yes?

-From Mr Leland, sir.

-Leland?!

-A message for you, sir.

-Thanks, son.

Is that something from HIM?

CHARLIE!

YOU ought to have your head examined!

You write a letter firing him and put a 25,000 cheque in it(!)

What kind of firing is THAT?!

You DID send him a cheque, didn't you?

Yes...

I sent him a cheque for 25,000.

What's that?

-A Declaration of Principles.

-What?

-Hmmm?

-What IS it ?!

An antique.

You're awful funny, aren't ya?

One thing you're NOT going to be funny about is my singing... I'm THROUGH!

-I never wanted to do it at all!

-You'll continue with it, Susan.

I won't be made to look ridiculous.

YOU don't want to look ridiculous?!

What about me? I'M the one who gets the raspberries!

-Why can't you leave me ALONE?!

-My reasons satisfy me, Susan.

I will not tell them to you AGAIN.

You'll continue with your singing.

SUSAN SINGS IN BACKGROUND

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING BECOMES MORE INSISTENT

THE KNOCKING BECOMES LOUD POUNDING

Get Doctor Corey.

(Susan.)

She'll be perfectly all right in a day or two, Mr Kane.

I can't imagine how Mrs Kane made such a foolish mistake.

The sedatives were in a larger bottle.

I guess the strain of preparing for the new opera has confused her.

Yes, I'm sure that's it.

-No objections to my staying here?

-No, no, not at all.

I'd like the nurse to stay, too.

Goodnight, Mr Kane.

Charlie...

I couldn't make you see how I felt, Charlie.

But I couldn't go through with the singing again.

You don't know what it means to know that people are...

that the whole audience just doesn't want you.

That's when you've got to FIGHT them.

All right...

you won't have to fight them any more.

It's their loss.

-HIS VOICE ECHOES:

-What are you doing?

Jigsaw puzzles?

Charlie, what time is it?

-Eleven thirty.

-In New York?

-Hmm?

-I said what time is it in New York?

Eleven thirty.

-At night?

-Ah-hmm.

-The Bulldog has just gone to press.

-Well, hurray for the Bulldog(!)

Gee, eleven thirty...

The shows are just getting out. People are going to nightclubs.

-But not US. WE live in a palace.

-You always said you wanted to.

But a person could go crazy in this dump!

-Nobody to talk to, have fun with...

-Susan!

49 thousand acres of nothing but scenery and statues! I'm lonesome!

Until yesterday we had fifty of your friends here.

Look carefully in the west wing - there's probably some still there.

You make a joke out of everything!

Charlie, I want to go to New York.

I'm TIRED of being a hostess, I wanna have FUN! PLEASE, Charlie.

Charlie, PLEASE!

Our home is here, Susan.

I don't care to visit New York.

What are you doing?

Oh.

Tell me, Susan...how do you know you haven't done them before?

It makes a whole lot more sense than collecting statues.

You may be right. I sometimes wonder...

but you get into the habit.

It's not a habit, I LIKE doing it.

-I thought we'd have a picnic tomorrow.

-Huh?

-A picnic...invite everyone to spend the night at the Everglades.

-Invite(!) ORDER them, you mean!

Who wants to sleep in a tent when they can sleep in a nice room?

I thought we'd have a picnic tomorrow, Susan.

You never give me anything I REALLY care about.

# It can't be love,

# For there is no true love,

# I know, I've played at the game,

# Like a moth in a blue flame,

# Lost in the end, just the same.

# All these years,

# My heart's been floating round in a puddle of tears,

# I wonder what it is... #

Oh, sure, you GIVE me things, but that don't mean ANYTHING to you!

You're in a tent, darling, not at home.

I'll hear you if you speak in a normal tone.

You could buy me a bracelet, or pay 100,000 for a statue... It's just MONEY. It doesn't MEAN anything.

-You NEVER give me ANYTHING that you really CARE about!

-Susan, stop it.

I WON'T stop! You just tried to buy ME, so I'd give YOU something!

SUSAN!

# It can't be love,

# Oh, no, it can't be love... #

MUSIC CONTINUES FAINTLY

-Whatever I do, I do because I love you.

-You don't love me!

You want ME to love YOU! "I'm Charles Foster Kane...

"Have anything you want... but LOVE me"!

Don't tell me you're sorry.

I'm not sorry.

Mr Kane, Mrs Kane would like to see you, sir.

Maria's been packing her things since morning.

-Tell Arnold I'm ready, Maria. He can get the bags.

-Yes, madam.

Have you gone completely crazy?

Our guests, everyone here will know about this.

That I've left you? Of course they'll know.

I'm not saying goodbye to them, but I imagine they'll get to know.

I won't let you go.

Goodbye, Charlie.

Susan...

PLEASE don't go.

No...

Please, Susan.

From now on everything will be exactly the way YOU want it to be,

not the way I THINK you want it... YOUR way.

You mustn't go.

You can't do this to me.

I see.

It's YOU this is being done to.

It's not me, at all, not what it means to ME.

I can't do this to you?

Oh, yes, I can.

-I lost all my money, too.

-The last ten years have been tough on people.

They weren't tough, I just lost all my money. So, you're off to Xanadu?

Rawlston wants all that art stuff photographed for our magazine.

If you're smart, you'll speak to Raymond, the butler. He knows where all the bodies are buried.

You know, I feel kind of sorry for Mr Kane.

-Don't you think

-I

-do?

What do you know? It's morning already!

Tell me the story of YOUR life sometime.

Rosebud?

I'll tell you about Rosebud, Mr Thompson. How much is it worth to you...a thousand dollars?

Okay.

Well, I'll tell you, Mr Thompson.

-He acted kind of funny sometimes, you know?

-No, I didn't.

Yes, he did crazy things sometimes.

I've been here 11 years, running the place, so I ought to know.

-Rosebud...

-Yes?

Like I said, the old man acted kind of funny sometimes.

-Did he need a lot of service?

-Yeah...but I knew how to handle him.

Like the time his wife left him.

COCKATOO SCREAMS

(Rosebud.)

I see. And that's what you know about Rosebud?

Yeah. I heard him say it that other time, too.

He just said..."Rosebud".

Then he dropped the glass ball and it broke on the floor.

He didn't say anything after that and I knew he was dead.

-He said lots of meaningless things.

-Sentimental, aren't you?

-Mmmm...yes and no.

-Well, THAT isn't worth 1,000.

-You can keep on asking questions.

We're leaving tonight...

When we've taken enough pictures.

Allow yourself plenty of time. The trains, they won't wait.

I can remember when they'd wait all day if Mr Kane told them to.

Donatello, acquired Italy, 1921. >

­ I've got that one already.

< Hey, can we come down? Yeah, we're leaving! >

Okay, here we come!

-How much do you think all this is worth, Mr Thompson?

-Millions.

-If anybody WANTS it.

-At least he brought it all to America.

ANOTHER Venus! 25,000!

A lot of money for a dame without a head! >

-The banks are out of luck, then?

-Oh, they'll clear all right.

< "Welcome home, Mr Kane, from 467 employees of the Inquirer".

"One stove, from the estate of Mary Kane." We have to photograph the junk, too.

-He sure liked to collect things!

-Everything!

A regular crow, huh? Look, a jigsaw puzzle. We got a lot of those.

There's a Burmese temple down the hall.

Put all this together, palaces, paintings...what would it spell?

-Charles Foster Kane.

-Or Rosebud? Huh, Jerry? < What's Rosebud?

­ That's what he said when he died.

-Did you find out what it meant?

-No.

-What DID you find out?

-Not much.

We'd better get started.

­ So what HAVE you been doing?

Playing with a jigsaw puzzle.

­ Maybe if we knew what Rosebud meant, it would explain everything.

No, I don't think so.

Mr Kane got everything he wanted and then lost it.

Maybe Rosebud was something he couldn't get, or that he lost.

But I don't think ANY word can explain a man's life.

I guess Rosebud is just a piece in a jigsaw puzzle...

A missing piece.

Well, come on, everybody, or we'll miss the train.

Throw that junk in, too.

Maybe I was a stooge, hmm?

Everything was his idea...

except my leaving him.

His trunk's all packed...

Been packed for a week now.

I'd prefer a flesh and blood rival.

You need more than ONE lesson...

and you'll GET more than one.

Busy? I'm Chairman of the Board! I got nothing BUT time!

What do you want to know?

We want to know what he meant by his last words.

-Sentimental, aren't you?

-Mmmm...yes and no.

"It would be fun to run a newspaper."

FUN to run a NEWSPAPER(!)

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