RKO 281 by John Logan Ridley Scott Scott-Free Productions May 1,1997 Setting Primarily Hollywood and San Simeon, 1940-1941 Featured Characters ORSON WELLES: Boy Genius Age at opening of the story, January 1940: 24. WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST: Press Baron Age at opening of the story, January 1940: 76 MARION DAVIES: Hearst's Mistress Age at opening of the story, January 1940: 43 HERMAN MANKIEWICZ ("MANK") : Writer Age at opening of the story, January 1940: 43 GEORGE SCHAEFER: RKO Studio Head, 50's LOUELLA PARSONS: Hearst Gossip Columnist, 60's LOUIS B. MAYER: Head of MGM, 50's. HEDDA HOPPER: Louella's Rival, 50's. Also Gregg Toland: KANE Director of Photography Joe Willicombe: Hearst Assistant Carole Lombard: Movie star David 0. Selznick: Independent Producer Rita Hayworth: Movie star Jack Warner: Head of Warner Brothers Walt Disney: Head of Disney Sam Goldwyn: Independent Producer Harry Cohn: Head of Columbia Darryl Zanuck: Head of 20th Century Fox John Houseman: Theatrical/Radio Producer Paul Stewart: KANE Actor Joseph Cotton: KANE Actor Dorothy Commingore: KANE Actress Bernard Hermann: KANE Composer Clark Gable: Movie star J. Edgar Hoover: FBI Director SONGS USED IN RKO 281 "I'LL BE SEEING YOU" "WHERE OR WHEN" "SING, SING, SING" "DISGUSTINGLY RICH" Music by Richard Rodgers, Lyrics by Lorenz Hart Copyright 1954 by Chappell and Co., Inc. [Lyrics adapted by the author.] "I CAN'T GET STARTED" Music by Ira Gershwin, Lyrics by Vernon Duke Copyright 1935 by Chappell and Co., Inc. Q: "During the shooting of CITIZEN KANE, did you have the sensation of making such an important film?" A: "I never doubted it for a single instant." Interview with Orson Welles. 1966. Pleasure is worth what you can afford to pay for it William Randolph Hearst. 1924 RKO 281 by John Logan INT_LARGE, DARK ROOM_NIGHT In the ebony shadows of a large room we can make out corners and edges, moldings and cornices; the phantoms of decaying Victorian wealth floating like disembodied ghosts in the darkness. It is May 6, 1924 The harsh flare of a match being struck A shadowy male figure lights a series of nine candles on a birthday cake. Beyond the cake we can see a bed. On the bed lies a woman in her early forties. She is ashen and sickly. Dying. The shadowy male figure finishes lighting the candles, blows out the match and disappears as the woman peers into the darkness. WOMAN Come into the light.. Come into the light A nine-year-old boy steps into the light. She pulls him close and whispers: WOMAN Never stand in the shadows -- BOY Mother... WOMAN You are made for the light, Orson Now you must blow out your candles. But you must always remember, the cake itself is nothing. The flame, the lights, that is where your future lies. You must have a dream. A great dream worthy of you. The boy immediately spins to the cake and blows out the candles. A moment of darkness. He turns back to the bed. The woman and the bed are gone, faded into darkness. The solemn young lad stares and stares into the darkness And then, magically, the faint glimmer of twinkling stars fill his huge dark eyes. NEWSREEL The flickering images of an old newsreel, circa 1940 Under the MGM logo we see the title: BOY WONDER WOWS HOLLYWOOD! The first image after the title is the imposing figure of ORSON WELLES, climbing down from an airplane and surveying the world at his feet. Welles is 24 years old and somewhat handsome. Welles seems rather uncomfortable in his own body, as if it could not possibly contain his vast passions and appetites. Orson Welles is man who tears his way through life with incendiary energy. He is at once inspiring and ferocious; visionary and coldly ambitious. He is part artist, part fraud and all showman. A sonorous voice accompanies the newsreel. The voice is always grand, occasionally sardonic. NEWSREEL VOICE He came to the town of magic and dreams a flashing star blazing through the firmament of illusion. And he promised to devour the world in a single gulp. He was 24 years old and his name was George Orson Welles. Sound the trumpets! Unfurl the banners, Hollywood! The Boy Wonder has arrived! Images of Welles as a baby and his early life fill the screen: Welles in a crib; as a pampered schoolboy; at dance class; drama club; dressed up for a magic show. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE He made his debut on the world stage in Kenosha, Wisconsin, on the 6th of May, 1915. And on the 7th of May he spoke his first words, and unlike other children who say commonplace things like "momma" and "poppa", he proclaimed "I am a genius!" At three the genius was reciting Shakespeare and at eight he had taken up cigars and highballs and was learning magic from the knee of the great Houdini. Images of Welles' early theatrical career: the young man playing impossibly old parts; vaudeville magic shows; various regional theaters; endless tawdry rehearsal rooms Then images of Welles and JOHN HOUSEMAN in New York: the great, bustling city; Welles at work with John Houseman on a script; Welles directing a play. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE So how could the magic of the stage not call to this adventurous lad? Unstoppable and resolute, the Boy Wonder journeyed into the world of the legit theater. After a peripatetic beginning he found himself at last in New York where he joined forces with theatrical producer John Houseman under the august auspices of the WPA Federal Theater. A rehearsal room interview with John Houseman, who is in his 30's, thin-lipped and prim: HOUSEMAN Orson barreled in and took over. Orson's a real barreler. Images of Welles directing his famous "Fascist JULIUS CAESAR" and "Voodoo MACBETH" productions: auditions; rehearsals; perfecting a sword-fight; rejecting classical costume sketches for JULIUS CAESAR; supervising set construction; performing Brutus in the Albert Speer- like Nuremberg rally lighting of JULIUS CAESAR. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE Like Hannibal over the Alps, the Boy Genius invaded the Great White Way. He stunned the sedate elite of New York theatre with production after production. From MACBETH with an entirely colored cast to a Mussolini-inspired JULIUS CAESAR! More images of New York, Welles, Houseman and radio: Welles directing a radio play with sweeping energy; supervising the elaborate sound effects; editing the script; at odds with Houseman. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE Though he wowed the critics with his spectaculars the ticket sales left something to be desired. So, after founding the Mercury Players with Houseman, young Mr. Welles quickly set his sights on the airwaves. He quickly became the sonorous -' voice of "The Shadow." '' Newsreel footage of Welles at a standing radio microphone; WELLES Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows. . . Welles laughs his sinister Shadow laugh and we go to more images of radio and the dynamic Welles performing and directing as we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE With Lament Cranston in one pocket and his own radio show. The Mercury Theater of the Air, our Boy Wonder filled the night with his resounding tones. And on October 30th of 1938, he became what he felt destined to be: a household name. What started out as a roguish Halloween prank became the most famous radio show in the history of the galaxy! Images of the WAR OF THE WORLDS broadcast and panic: listeners huddling next to their radios; telephone switchboards lighting up; New Jersey State Motorcycle Troopers zooming down rural roads; cars clogging the highways. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE THE WAR OF THE WORLDS sent this nation spinning into a frenzy. Nine million listeners clasped their loved ones close and looked to the skies with horror. Unlucky listeners near the epicenter of the "invasion" -- rural New Jersey -- ran screaming into the night, sure a monstrous alien and a fiery death awaited them around every corner! The mischievous Boy Wonder had fooled us all! Newsreel footage of a packed press conference with Welles the day following the broadcast: WELLES (contritely) Of course ... of course ... if I had known the panic the broadcast was causing -- well I would have stopped! I never meant for any of this to happen and I feel just horrible! Quick newsreel clips of Welles leaving the press conference with Houseman. We see them slip into a taxi. Inside the taxi we can just glimpse Welles exploding with laughter. NEWSREEL VOICE How long, oh how long could it possibly be before the sunny land of dreams tried to harness the combustible power of this showman, this impresario, this best of all possible Boy Wonders?! Images of Welles posing and shaking hands with GEORGE SCHAEFER Schaefer is an intense, compact man in his early 50's. His nickname in Hollywood is "The Tiger" -- both for his admired tenacity and his feared temper. He is a moral and ethical man; John Adams in a Brooks Brothers suit. As we hear NEWSREEL VOICE The winner in the Welles derby was George Schaefer, the head of RKO Pictures. With a contract unimaginable before The Days Of Orson, Mr. Schaefer captured the whirlwind snared the beast, roped the tyrant! Images of Welles and Schaefer: Welles signing his contract; smiling to Schaefer; Schaefer making a speech; Welles joking with reporters. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE Eyebrows raised and jaws dropped all over Hollywoodland when the terms of the deal that lured The Great Orson came forth: the Boy Wonder could produce, write, direct and star in his own projects with budgets up to $500,000 a picture! He would have total control over the shooting of the picture and the finished product. The studio, well, they just paid the bills. Meanwhile, the insiders of filmland were skeptical. An interview with a Hollywood Insider, who looks like a bookie: HOLLYWOOD INSIDER John Ford doesn't have a deal like that. Cecil B. DeMille doesn't have a deal like that. No one has a deal like that! If ya ask me, George Schaefer is just plain nuts Images of Welles arriving in Hollywood and touring the town: Welles climbing down from a plane; posing with Schaefer before of the RKO gates; touring the studio; leaning over an editing machine; laughing with female extras in the commissary; posing in front of his Brentwood home. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE So Cometh Orson! He toured the RKO studio and met with the biggest of the big! He charmed his way through the town from the Brown Derby to the Copacabana, from the Pacific Palisades to the Hollywood Hills! More images of Welles in Hollywood: Welles touring the town; visiting all the nightclubs and dancing with beautiful women; he is seen everywhere about the town. As we hear: NEWSREEL VOICE Yes, the Boy Wonder had arrived! He even charmed those rival maidens of Hollywood gossip, those well- coiffured chroniclers of the dream factory: Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons. Shots of Welles with LOUELLA PARSONS and HEDDA HOPPER Louella is a much-feared gossip columnist. She is a gorgon in her 60's; Margaret Dumont possessed by the devil and tanked up on gin. Her capricious cruelty is only matched by her fervent loyalty to all things Hearstian. Hedda is a gossip columnist in her 50's. She is given to elaborate hats and villainous intrigue. Louella's younger, smarter rival, Hedda probably spends her spare time eating children. Then a snippet of an interview with Louella: LOUELLA Orson is the sweetest boy. We're both from the midwest, you know. He's just a local fella making good, ya follow? More shots of Welles just after his arrival in Hollywood, blissfully touring the RKO facilities as: NEWSREEL VOICE So today, almost a year after his arrival in Hollywood, we leave the Boy Wonder still hard at work developing his much-anticipated first feature, preparing to dazzle us all again. We're waiting, Orson! Welles after his RKO tour, smiling mischievously, stands before a microphone: WELLES I'll tell you what, this is the best electric train set a boy ever had! "The End" and newsreel credits The newsreel sputters to a stop in a screening room. A shaft of light shines on a large MGM logo on one wall. Another shaft of light illuminates the sitting figure of LOUIS B. MAYER. Mayer is a short, crafty, bespectacled man in his 50's. His cloying, avuncular exterior only fleetingly disguises the film titan's outrageous barbarism. Another shadowy figure, a Mayer FLUNKIE, can be just glimpsed sitting elsewhere in the screening room. Mayer glowers at the darkened screen for a moment. A beat. MAYER Who does that cocksucker think he is? FLUNKIE They're laying bets over on the RKO lot that this great deal will end up with him never doing a picture. Back to New York he goes. MAYER Serves him right. I mean can you stomach the arrogance? FLUNKIE Inside skinny says the glory boy's finished, can't come up with a movie. Wants to do a biography now. MAYER After RKO boots him maybe we'll pick him up cheap. Have him do that WAR OF THE WORLDS crap as a feature. Meantime, shelve the newsreel. No one cares INT_SAN SIMEON. WELLES' SUITE_EVENING Orson Welles, elegant and impressive, is flourishing a cigarette and a coin in his magnificently expressive hands He is perfecting a magic trick. Welles is lounging on the bed of an enormous guest suite at San Simeon. He is wearing a tuxedo. In the bathroom beyond him we can see the writer HERMAN MANKIEWICZ ("MANK". ) Mank is a wonderful wreck of a human being. 43 years old, but looking considerably older, he is short and squat and bitter. A compulsive gambler and drinker, Mank still glimmers with wry humor that is equally wicked and corrosive. He is incomplete without the stub of a cigar clenched in his teeth. Mank, also dressed in a tuxedo, is looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he struggles with his bow tie. He occasionally glances in the mirror to Welles. Title: JANUARY 3, 1940 MANK I don't know what you expected with Joseph- fucking-Conrad for Chrissake. I mean this is Hollywood, pal. WELLES All right! Enough! I've heard this from Schaefer and RKO. I've heard it from everyone-- MANK But you keep coming up with the same elitist crap - - HEART OF DARKNESS with a million dollar budget?! - - no one wants to see that. WELLES Nonsense Welles dramatically taps the cigarette on the coin, practicing his trick as: MANK What are movies about, Orson? WELLES Forget it- MANK What are movies about? WELLES Telling stories. MANK Nope. WELLES Showing life MANK Who the hell wants to see life?! People are sick to death of life! They want make-believe, pal. Fantasy. They want Tarzan and Jane, not Tristan and Isolde. Welles quickly makes the cigarette seem to completely pass through the coin. An astounding bit of slight of hand. WELLES (happily) Magic MANK Butts on seats. That's what movies are about. You got one job in Hollywood -- everyone has the same job, in fact -- putting the butts on the seats. You gotta sell 'em popcorn and Pepsi- cola. It's all about popcorn and Pepsi-cola. WELLES Not for me. MANK Then you better get ready to be the youngest never- was in Hollywood history. WELLES That's better than being the oldest has-been in Hollywood history. MANK You're a laugh-riot, kid. Welles laughs and goes to Mank in the bathroom. WELLES Here, turn around. Welles ties Mank's bow tie for him as: WELLES So, we've got to come up with our movie. Our biography. MANK Right- WELLES We find the man and then we dissect him- MANK Like a bug. WELLES But with compassion and insight-- MANK (glancing at his watch) Christ, we gotta go! The old man doesn't cotton to lateness. Mank takes a quick swig from a flask of vodka, shoves it into his coat and scurries into the other room as Welles checks himself in the mirror. A beat. Welles smiles, confident and resplendent WELLES (into the mirror) How do you do, Mr. Hearst? My name is Orson Welles. INT_SAN SIMEON. HALLWAY_FOLLOWING Welles and Mank walk through an impressive upstairs hallway of San Simeon. Quick glimpses of the astounding grandeur everywhere around them as: WELLES How about Howard Hughes? We could do Hughes MANK I'm not fucking with Hughes. That shit-kicker would kill us dead, baby. Just like Jean Harlow WELLES Howard Hughes killed Jean Harlow? MANK Sure. Dropped her out of his Lockheed over Utah They disappear down a long stairway INT_SAN SIMEON. DINING HALL_EVENING An explosion of color and an immediate swirl of sound We are in the Grand Refectory -- the mammoth dining room -- at San Simeon. Five long tables are placed end to end. There are about fifty sumptuously dressed guests. WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST and MARION DAVIES preside, side by side, at the center table. Hearst is 76 years old. He is a fully commanding figure, towering in both height (six foot two) and personality. He is shaped rather like a pear and moves with a delicacy surprising for such a famously merciless man. Although the word ruthless does not begin to do justice to the press baron's animus, Hearst is endlessly polite and almost painfully soft-spoken. Marion is 43 years old, a shimmering and lively presence. In a word that might have been coined for her, she has moxie. While the ravages of alcoholism have left their subtle marks on the edges and attitudes of her face, she can still charm and captivate with almost effortless grace. Around Hearst's feet sit a collection of his beloved dachshunds. On the other side of the main table, and down a bit, sit Welles and Mank. We sweep around the table, hearing bits of overlapping dialogue and finally settle on Marion and Hearst. Marion is charming CAROLE LOMBARD and CLARK GABLE, who sit beside her. She tenderly rests one hand on Hearst's arm as she speaks. Marion speaks with an occasionally pronounced stutter. MARION And we would hear them scuttling around at night with their little red eyes and little yellow t-t- teeth and I'm just imagining plague lice jumpin' all over the damn place So we set t-t-traps everywhere. And every morning we would find the t-t-traps sprung but no mice! CAROLE LOMBARD Houdini mice. Laughter MARION Just wait. So one night I notice Pops getting outta bed and sneaking away. And he's got this little p-p- paper bag with him, right? Middle of the night. So I figure the old man's really up to no good this time and I follow him. Well I'll be g-g-goddamned if he's not springing all the traps and leaving cheese for the rats! MARION You and that freak Disney, in love with the damn rats! Laughter, even from Hearst HEARST They really are sweet little things Meanwhile, across the table Welles is rapaciously devouring his dinner as: WELLES Sigmund Freud? MANK Kid, you just got your ass kicked on Joseph Conrad and now you're gonna go to Schaefer and tell him you wanna do the id and the superego? Stop being so goddamn smart. Mank surreptitiously pours a huge shot of vodka from his flask into his glass as: WELLES (suddenly inspired) Manolete?! MANK Who the hell's Manolete? WELLES The great Spanish bullfighter MANK I don't wanna write about no spic. WELLES No, it's perfect! When in doubt, put on a cape! False noses and faux beards and flowing capes have been the life-blood of the actor's craft since the days of lrving and Booth. (He flourishes his napkin like a bullfighter's cape.) Imagine me in a glittering suit of lights on the dusky Andalusian plains-- MARION Why Mr. Welles is attempting semaphore Welles smiles across the table. Laughter. WELLES Bullfighting, Miss Davies! MARION And is dear Mank your b-b-bull? WELLES My factotum, ally and comrade-in-arms MANK Writer, flunkie, pimp-- CAROLE LOMBARD (wry) You fight many bulls there in New York, Orson? WELLES Ever met Walter Winchell? WELLES (expansively, warming into a story) No, when I was but a tender lad-- CAROLE LOMBARD Last week would this be? Laughter. As Welles speaks the whole table gradually stops eating and listens to his tale: WELLES My father and I made a tour of the grand boulevards of antique Europe. And when we were in Iberia I had the chance to face the bulls. At the knee of the great Manolete I took up the cape and sword - (he uses his napkin and knife to demonstrate) -- across from me stood a mammoth bull reputed to have gored a full seven men to a grisly demise! So - - with Manolete shouting encouragement I flourished . . . I flourished again . . . and the bull charged! Across the golden dust it came, thundering like the great minotaur of legend, closer, ever closer, its calamitous hooves pounding into the dirt, shaking the earth as I held the crimson eye of the bull with my own, defying it -- it was almost upon me and I flourished one last time! -- the monster swept past! - (he spins his napkin in the air and his knife is now gone, a magic trick) -- and my sword was gone -- buried in the bloody eye of the beast! Applause and laughter from around the table. Then: HEARST (quietly) You are evidently a man who knows a great deal about bull. Some nervous titters. A beat as Welles' smile fades and he stares at Hearst. HEARST Of all man's malignity -- of all his sadism -- none is more depraved than cruelty to animals. Silence Mank gives Welles a desperate warning look to keep quiet Welles cannot resist speaking: WELLES In Spain the cruelty would be in denying the beast a fighting end. A beat as Hearst rivets Welles with a cold, bland stare Deafening silence around the table. Then: HEARST Who are you, sir? WELLES My name is Orson Welles HEARST The actor WELLES And director. HEARST I see. And you are in California for what reason? WELLES To make pictures. HEARST And what pictures have you made? A beat. WELLES None. A beat. Hearst smiles HEARST Well, I wish you luck. It is a treacherous business. WELLES So I've been told. HEARST In Hollywood the fiercest bulls are the most brutally killed. WELLES I'll remember that. A tense beat. Marion quickly diffuses the situation; MARION Enough Hollywood talk! Can't anyone talk about anything else? MANX Heard some juicy gossip from Metro. MARION (eagerly) Ooh, dish. Laughter. Even from Hearst. Then the dinner chatter continues. Welles cannot keep his eyes off Hearst, the press baron draws Welles in like a siren. Marion gives Hearst a little kiss and grabs Carole Lombard and they leave the table. Hearst leans into Clark Gable to continue talking. Welles sits back and reaches for a cigar. Mank takes his arm and indicates he should stop, nodding his head in Hearst's direction. WELLES (quietly) The man doesn't allow drinking or cigars? This is monstrous. MANK The old man has his own way of doing things WELLES He's nothing but a hypocrite. He preaches morality every day in his sordid little papers for everyone else in the world but he lives openly with his mistress. Mank sneaks another shot from his flask MANK Buddy, when you own the largest publishing empire in the universe you can do whatever the hell you want. Think about it, pal. Every day one out of five Americans picks up a Hearst publication. 30 newspapers, a dozen magazines, a bunch of radio stations and the grand dragon of them all. Little Miss Louella Parsons. Tends to give you some of that ol' noblesse oblige. Welles studies Hearst across the table. WELLES Look at those hands. Those are the hands of an artist. A modern Caravaggio. MANK No, baby, those are the hands of a killer Hearst leans down and feeds his favorite pet dachshund, Helen, table scraps. He talks to her gently. HEARST There you are, honey. Aren't you a wonderful girl? INT_SAN SIMEON. LADIES LOUNGE_FOLLOWING Marion and Carole Lombard escape into an ornate ladies bathroom. Marion immediately goes to a cabinet and retrieves a bottle of Scotch hidden under some towels. She takes a swig and then hands the bottle to Carole Lombard. She drinks. Marion lights a cigarette. MARION God, these parties are the worst CAROLE LOMBARD You need to get outta here, Rapunzel MARION That's why he has the parties, he says it's like bringing the world to me. CAROLE LOMBARD Why don't you come down to LA? Stay with us for a while. MARION With about twenty of his spies on my tail. No thanks. Marion hands the cigarette to Carole Lombard A beat. A beat. MARION (somewhat ruefully) It's not so bad here. After all, what girl doesn't want to live in a castle? MARION Mr. Welles certainly is a caution CAROLE LOMBARD (smiles) Yeah, Orson's a real piece of work. But deep down, he's a good kid. Real deep down. MARION And attractive in a hammy sort of way. CAROLE LOMBARD Mm. A beat. Carole Lombard hands the cigarette back to Marion CAROLE LOMBARD Listen, you come down and stay with us for a few days. Just tell the old man that-- MARION I can't CAROLE LOMBARD Sure you can, just-- MARION He needs me here. A beat. Carole Lombard does not respond. INT_SAN SIMEON. BALLROOM_FOLLOWING In the cavernous ballroom, a dance band is playing "I'LL BE SEEING YOU." The guests mingle and dance Welles and Mank wander as Welles takes in the impressive surroundings. WELLES "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree. . . "How big is it, all told? The estate? MANK The whole joint is half the size of Rhode Island. WELLES Jesus MANK Yeah, it's the place God would have built, if he'd had the money. Carole Lombard and Marion return, rather giggly MARION Mankie, Mankie d-d-dance with me MANK You've been naughty, haven't you, honey? MARION Shit, can you smell it? You got any sen-sen? MANK Sorry. MARION Mr. Welles, you got any--? Oh fuck it. She goes off in search of Hearst. CAROLE LOMBARD Meanwhile, Orson, I thought your bullfighting story was nifty. Let's cut a rug. She pulls Welles to the dance floor Mank wanders away and takes another swig from his flask. As Welles and Carole Lombard dance, Welles keeps an eye on Hearst and Marion who are dancing nearby. CAROLE LOMBARD So you ever gonna do a picture? WELLES Not you too CAROLE LOMBARD (smiles) It's gonna be fine, Orson. You're gonna do great. WELLES I wonder sometimes. CAROLE LOMBARD You're just scared. WELLES Am I? CAROLS LOMBARD Sure WELLES And what am I scared of? CAROLE LOMBARD Of being found out. Of not being a genius WELLES (smiles) Oh, but haven't you heard? I'm the Boy Wonder. I've been a genius since the moment I was born. CAROLE LOMBARD We've known each other too long, Orson. Sling the bullshit elsewhere. WELLES Carole, you wound me! As if I could hope to pacify you with evasions of-- CAROLE LOMBARD Don't insult me with your cute press quotes Save it for Louella. She stops and looks at him firmly CAROLE LOMBARD You make your mark, Orson. Nearby Marion pulls away from Hearst sharply, drawing Welles' attention. He overhears: MARION Goddamn it. I gotta have some kinda life! HEARST There's no call for that language- MARION There certainly is I There certainly is! Aw, to hell with you! She storms off. Welles and Carole Lombard watch her go WELLES That poor woman. CAROLE LOMBARD (sadly) She knew what she was signing on for After all, she took the money. Welles watches as Hearst stands alone on the dance floor We hear the sound of a lion roaring in the distance INT_SAN SIMEON. WELLES' SUITE_NIGHT Welles, again dressed in a tuxedo, lies on his bed Through the open balcony doors he can hear the eerie sound of lions roaring and elephants trumpeting in the night. He stand and wanders to the balcony. Below him he can see bits and pieces of Hearst's private zoo in the moonlight: a lion pacing relentlessly back and forth; an alligator slipping into the water; a monkey slamming into the bars of its cage. The disquieting sounds of the menagerie float through the midnight air. Welles leaves his suite INT_SAN SIMEON. HALLWAYS_FOLLOWING Welles roams the seemingly endless hallways of San Simeon. In the half- light they begin to resemble his own cinematic dream-palace, Xanadu. He hears the ghostly echo of a song, "WHERE OR WHEN". He curiously follows the sound, taking in the fabulous castle everywhere around him. He passes by the door to the Assembly Room. Inside, shafts of light illuminate portions of huge, uncompleted jigsaw puzzles. INT_SAN SIMEON. BALLROOM_FOLLOWING "WHERE OR WHEN" is now clear. Welles stands in the shadows of a balcony overlooking the great ballroom. Below him a phonograph record spins lazily on a turntable standing of the floor of the deserted ballroom. And Hearst and Marion are enjoying a quiet dance together, her head nestled on his shoulder. Welles stares and stares at them And slowly smiles. We linger on Hearst and Marion as they dance EXT_WELLES' HOUSE. POOL_DAY Welles, wrapped in a bathrobe, is pacing quickly around the perimeter of his backyard pool. He is puffing on a cigar and grunting to himself as he scribbles down notes. Mank, wearing sunglasses and a battered fedora and looking decidedly hung-over, comes from the house to the pool. Welles roars up to him: WELLES Mank! You scoundrel! What took you so long?! MANK (pained) Orson, please ... it's too bright Welles takes Mank's fedora and flings it away. WELLES Here you are, up with the birds for once, you vampire! MANK (settling into a deck chair) Okay, boy wonder, what? WELLES Listen ... I've got it! It came to me like a thief in the night! Pure inspiration! Total magnificence! Mank takes a glass from a tray of orange juice and pours vodka from a flask into his juice as: MANK Oh for Christ's sake- WELLES I know who we're going to get I The great American biography! A journey into the soul of the beast. MANK This better be good WELLES Image a man that has shaped his time. A titanic figure of limitless influence. Think about empire. A man with an empire at his feet. A man, like a baron, living in a palace, a glorious palace on a hill, and controlling the permutations of everyone beneath him. Feudal. MANK (realizing) Oh Christ... WELLES Image the possibilities as this man controls the public perception of the nation through his-- MANK Oh Christ A beat as Welles stands in triumph before Mank. WELLES Yes. MANK (quietly) Please don't say this. WELLES Mank- MANK Don't whisper it. Don't even think it WELLES How long have we spent casting our minds about the world when the answer to our prayers was right here under our noses -- every single day in the newspapers and on the radio -- waiting for us in that ridiculous castle! Waiting for--! MANK Orson. Stop. Just stop Welles quickly sits in a deck chair next to Mank as: Beat WELLES Now remember he's a public figure who sought out that publicity so legally he can't stop us from-- MANK (laughs coldly) Listen to you. You child! Men like him don't bother with things like legality. They don't have to. You know why, boy-o? Power. Power like you couldn't even begin to imagine. MANK Howard Hughes, he would just kill us. Hearst he would kill us and fuck everything we ever loved. WELLES We're doing Hearst. A beat. Mank slowly removes his sunglasses and leans forward, dead serious. A beat. MANK You may think you know what you're talking about, kid, but believe me, you don't. You're talking about going into a battle you can never win on a battlefield so far above things like movies and Hollywood that Hearst won't even have to glance down when he crushes you. When he flicks you away with one finger. I'm talking about money and influence and evil beyond your capacity to imagine Hell. WELLES So speaks the court jester. MANK Fuck you WELLES I expected more from you. MANK Sorry to disappoint. WELLES (with building venom) How does it feel, Mank? Going up to the palace and making all the lords and ladies laugh as you tell your little stories and beg for crumbs at the table? How does it feel being the ugly little monkey they keep to amuse themselves--?! Mank leaps to his feet MANK It feels just fine, you pompous fuck- Welles blocks Mank's way. Mank retreats. Welles pursues him around the pool as: WELLES I remember a man who wrote I He was a brilliant writer who dazzled me time and time again with his wit and insight-- MANK Don't do this WELLES Where did he go? He hasn't had a screen credit in four years-- MANK Don't do this WELLES (savagely) --Because he has been so furiously busy wasting himself. Amusing his keepers. Because he is a sycophant! Because he has been thrown out of every studio in Hollywood and no one will hire him because he's a drunk- -! Mank spins on him: MANK AND YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GODDAMN PHONY! What is all this "Orson Welles" bullshit?! This boy genius crap?! What the fuck did you ever CREATE? You're just another goddamn ACTOR! Welles shoves Mank violently. Mank goes sailing into the pool. Mank splashes to the surface and stands for a shocked moment and then wades to the edge of the pool. Miraculously, and like the true drinker he is, Mank is still holding his glass of juice and vodka, now supplemented with pool water. Welles stands above him, blocking his exit from the pool. From this low angle Welles suddenly looks startlingly Kane- like. A pause MANK Let me out. WELLES Listen to me- MANK Fuck you-- WELLES I am giving you the last chance you will ever have to be yourself again! MANK (suddenly) I don't have it anymore?! MANK When I was a kid I wanted to scorch the world too - - I had all kinda dreams about making great pictures and telling great stories. But all that's finished for me-- WELLES It doesn't have to be MANK And yeah, sure, Hearst's a great subject. Been keeping notes on him for years for my ... (he laughs bitterly) great American novel. But I can't do it anymore. No studio's gonna hire me and I - - WELLES I'll hire you -- right now- MANK I can't do it. okay?! I drink too much -- I drink all the fucking time and I don't have it anymore. All that is over for me-- WELLES (roars) NOT UNLESS I. TELL YOU IT IS A tense pause Welles kneels by the edge of the pool, effortlessly switching gears. WELLES (deeply) Look, Mank, this is our only chance I know this is the story. And now is the time. And I cannot do it without you. Everything in my life -- all the promise and potential and dreams -- have led to this moment right now. To you and me. Right here. A pause. Welles gazes at Mank, imploring MANK He'll destroy us. WELLES Then let him. What have we got to lose, you and I? A long beat Welles leans close to him. WELLES Take my hand, Mank. And we'll dance one last time. We'll dance to the music of the angels. We'll make history. We'll scorch the earth. We will ... astonish them all. Silence as Welles offers his hand to Mank. Mank takes a sip from his glass of juice, vodka and pool water. MANK Thank God you don't write dialogue INT_WELLES' LIVING ROOM_DAY Mank is slowly sharpening a series of pencils with a pocket knife, blank pads waiting. Welles is standing across the room from him. WELLES So, who is he? We have to know him. MANK Everyone sees someone different. That's what we show. WELLES How? MANK Like a jewel. Turn it in the light and a different facet is illuminated. Mank finishes sharpening his last pencil and picks up a pad He smiles to Welles MANK Go And we leap into MONTAGE -- WELLES AND MANK BRAINSTORM A rush of jazzy. Gene Krupa percussion as Welles and Mank develop their story. We see images of feverish creativity. Welles raging, pleading, arguing, pushing. Mank responding, laughing, drinking, writing. It is a passionate dance of creation Welles' tennis court Mank and Welles are on the tennis court, but hard at work. Mank waits for Welles to serve. Welles bounces the tennis ball, but is too preoccupied to serve as: WELLES The key -- the key -- the clue -- what does this man recall on his death bed? Okay, Mank, you're dying. What's the last image that comes to you? Right now. MANK This girl on a dock. White dress. Never said a word to her. WELLES Why her? MANK She was . . . innocent A beat, Welles deep in thought. Mank watches Welles closely. MANK So when was our man innocent? Was there a moment early on -- of innocence and bliss? There must have been. Okay, you're dying - what do you think? Welles does not answer. He continues to bounce the tennis ball, deep in thought. A beat MANK (probing) Something you lost maybe? MANK Something you can never get back? Mank watches as Welles lets the tennis ball drop. It bounces and rolls -- for a fleeting moment in Welles' mind it seems to become the rolling snow globe from KANE -- we hear the sound of sleigh bells and a child's happy voice -- in the snow globe we seem to see a boy laughing and pelting his father with snowballs. . . Then more images, mad and outlandish and sedate and solemn; in the kitchen, in a car, around the pool, in a bar. Welles and Mank act out scenes and argue. They leap from character to character fearlessly. Emoting and laughing and writing. We see the twin joy and terror of walking the tightrope, of sheer creation. We see them having a ferocious argument. They scream back and forth angrily and then Mank storms out and slams the door. Welles stands alone in his living room, he catches a glimpse of his own reflection in a mirror and we hear: MANK'S VOICE Men like Hearst don't love.. Welles' living room: Welles is slowly advancing on Mank. Mank sits, watching Welles approach. The living room is now filthy. Papers and sketches and gin bottles are discarded everywhere around them, a thick cloud of cigar smoke. It is very late at night and the room is in semi-darkness. WELLES All men love. But men like Hearst -- they don't bother with convention because-- MANK They don't have to. WELLES He loves in his own way. On his conditions. Because those are the only conditions he has ever known. Welles is now standing over Mank, a dark figure in silhouette. Mank soaks in this somewhat ominous image. More music and images: eating and working; swimming and working; playing and working simultaneously. Then: Beach: Sunset. We see them walking along a deserted beach Welles is walking in the surf, his trousers rolled. WELLES (quietly) Hearst looks down at the world at his feet Everything has always been beneath him. MANK And what does he see? WELLES The people. When they pay him homage, he adores them. But when they have the ... audacity to question him. To doubt him. To embarrass him. Then he despises them. MANK And when he looks up? What does he dream about? 31 Welles stops and looks up. A thousand stars twinkle above him. They are reflected in his eyes. A long pause as he does not answer Mank Then MANK I'm ready to write it, Orson Welles turns to him. You're sure? Yeah. Mank gazes at Welles. WELLES MANK I know him The clatter of an old typewriter is heard. EXT/INT + BUNGALOW. VICTORVILLE_DAY Victorville is a rural desert community in San Bernadino County about 90 miles from LA. Mank and John Houseman are ensconced in a bungalow at Campbell's Guest Ranch, writing the movie. Mank, smoking a cigar, paces around the cacti and shrubs in the backyard reciting to their secretary. She pounds away on a typewriter as he orates. A huge stack of papers lies neatly by her typewriter. This is clearly the longest screenplay in the history of the world. MANK Leiand: "You talk about the people as if you owned them. As though they belonged to you. But you don't really care about anything except you." Craig: "A toast then, Jedediah, to all those people who didn't vote for me today and to love on my own terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows. . . " We float into the house as we continue to hear Mank's recitation... Inside, John Houseman is busy rifling through Mank's room as he listens: MANK'S VOICE (CONT.) "...because in the end a man looks into the mirror and sees one face looking back not humanity -- not "the people" -- one face. And he's got to be able to look at that one face and know he was true. " Houseman uncovers a bottle of vodka hidden under Mank's bed He pours the bottle down a bathroom drain as he calls out the window: JOHN HOUSEMAN That's too long. Tighten it up Outside, Mank snarls and then revises: MANK You're killin' me here, Housey. Okay, make that, Craig: "A toast, Jedediah, to love on my own terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows, his own." Houseman emerges from the house. JOHN HOUSEMAN Telegram from The Christ Child He tears open the telegram and reads: Beat. JOHN HOUSEMAN "Schaefer loves the idea. Stop. Start writing. Stop. Stop drinking. Stop. Did you work in the jigsaw puzzles. Question mark. Don't stop. Stop. Love you madly, Orson." MANK That man makes my brain hurt We fade to a beautiful drawing of a dark, cavernous room. Perhaps it is a perfect matte painting from KANE. Real or illusion? The image turns into... INT SOUND STAGE, RKO LOT DAY Welles is standing in the middle of an enormous sound stage, empty but for a table with some elaborate set models. He is;' slowly walking around the models, studying them, imagining' his movie. The sound stage door opens and a man enters, carrying a small black bag. He is cinematographer GREGG TOLAND. Toland is a quiet, efficient and slim man of 36. He is brilliant and fearless. Toland walks to Welles and, without a word, pulls an Oscar statue out of the bag and sets it down in the middle of one of the set models. He looks up at Welles as we hear: WELLES' VOICE And Gregg Toland plunks down his Oscar for WUTHERING HEIGHTS and says, "Mr. Welles, I want to shoot your picture. . . " INT_THE BROWN DERBY_DAY\NIGHT The chic Brown Derby restaurant is the unquestioned palace of Hollywood celebrities. The smug big-wigs and desperate hangers-on circulate and score points in the Great Game of Movie Gossip. In one corner booth sits Hedda Hopper, phoning in the latest salacious gossip to her newspaper. In the other corner booth Louella Parsons does the same. They occasionally glance back and forth at each other like ravenous hyenas eyeing the last bit of carrion. Welles circulates between them. In a scene reminiscent of the famous CITIZEN KANE breakfast table scene with Kane and Emily, we shoot back and forth as Welles applies his considerable charm to both women. Welles is dressed differently with each of them; breakfast with Hedda and dinner with Louella. With Hedda, morning: WELLES (CONT.) ... And I said, "Mr. Toland, you are the finest cinematographer in Hollywood, why would you desire to work with a stumbling neophyte?" With Louella, night WELLES And he replied, "Mr. Welles, the only way to learn anything new is to work with someone who doesn't know a damn thing." Louella screeches LOUELLA (scribbling on a pad) Priceless! With Hedda, morning: WELLES Hedda, this movie is going to look like no other picture ever made. With Louella, night: WELLES Tome it's a question of truth and illusion. Don't you get tired of the errant falsity in motion pictures? LOUELLA Huh? WELLES What we are going to do is shoot life -- in all it's joyous complexity. He takes out a coin and begins a magic trick WELLES Consider this quarter, my dear. You can touch it and feel it and were you to lean forward you could even smell it. Why is it that in the movies a simple bit of reality -- a quarter, a room, a man-- With Hedda, morning: WELLES Becomes nothing but a lie? A trick. An illusion. He makes the quarter 'completely disappear. Hedda is charmed WELLES I will show the reality behind the trick. He makes the quarter appear again and shows the guts of the trick. WELLES I will use the illusions of Hollywood to show . . . the truth. HEDDA What does truth have to do with movies? With Louella, night LOUELLA (confused) So, what, it went into your other hand? With Hedda, morning: WELLES And so the dreamer awakens into the realms of reality. He has been given a rendition of the truth. He has been treated with respect. HEDDA Orson, that's all terribly interesting but what's all this about you and Dolores Del Rio? Do I hear love birds a'singin'? Welles sighs. With Louella, night: LOUELLA Now, Orson, you know I'm just dyin' to see your picture and I know it's gonna be boffo, but you're writing about a publisher, right? WELLES We're using- LOUELLA You're not doin' Hearst, are you? WELLES Good God no! The character is a delicious amalgamation of various press barons-- LOUELLA A delicious amalgamation, is it? He leans forward to light her cigarette as: WELLES That's right. A symphony of those: vaunted and valued tellers-of-truth. Those heroic minutemen standing sentry on our liberties-- EXT. LOUELLA Orson, hold on. Look into my eyes. Tell me you are not doing Hearst. WELLES I am not doing Hearst. INT_BUNGALOW. VICTORVILLE_DAY Mank and Houseman watch nervously as Welles reads the last page of their massive screenplay. The script, almost half a foot high, is piled on a table next to Welles. He sets down the last page and looks at Mank. A beat WELLES It's 350 pages long. MANK Yeah, but the margins are real wide. WELLES It is 350 pages of ... ABSOLUTE INSPIRATION! He leaps up and embraces Mank WELLES Housey, get us a drink. Houseman glances at Welles, surprised, but dutifully scampers inside. WELLES I told you you could do this! How could you have ever doubted me!? You must never doubt me again! Mank laughs MANK It's good, huh? WELLES Good?! Good?! Words fail you at last! It's terrific! Now I'll have to do some shaping, of course, and some of the scenes aren't exactly . . . exactly . . . MANK What? WELLES Short enough. But this is a grand start And I think we need to change the name. MANK The title? WELLES No, AMERICAN is a blessed title directly sent from God's soul to your mind. We shall never change that! I mean the name of the publisher. Charles Foster Craig doesn't have the knives-out poetry I need. I was thinking about "Kane" -- you like that? MANK Cain -- like the Bible guy? WELLES K-A-N-E. One strong syllable. Kane I MANK (weakly)Craig is one syllable WELLES But it's not a great syllable Houseman returns with a tray of drinks. Welles hands glasses all around as: MANK I --um-- I don't know if I should. I ain't been drinking since I started on this-- WELLES ( toasting) To my invaluable comrade Drink up! Mank is stunned Welles smiles and drinks. INT_CAR. DESERT ROADS_DAY Welles sits in the back of his limo as his chauffeur speeds him back to Los Angeles. He goes through the script with a fervent intensity. He crosses out huge sections and tosses away entire pages. The' floor around his feet is littered with discarded pages. Mank sits drinking heavily as the sun sets in the distance Houseman is busy packing in the house behind him. Houseman notices Mank and goes to him They stare at the crimson of the setting sun for a moment MANK I'm out, aren't I? HOUSEMAN Welcome to the world of Orson Welles. We focus on Mank's glowering face. But the background is somehow different. We are at... INT_MANK'S CAR_NIGHT Late at night. Mank is sitting in his car, drinking from his flask and listening to period jazz music from the car radio. He is parked outside Welles' house, waiting and seething and very drunk. He sees Welles pulling into his driveway and climbing out of his car. Mank takes a final swig and then bolts after him, carrying a script. . . EXT_WELLES ' HOUSE_FOLLOWING Mank roars unsteadily up to Welles: MANK YOU FUCK! YOU SELFISH FUCK! Mank flings the script in Welles' face. Welles recoils WELLES Jesus Christ -- MANK YOU CAN'T DO THIS TOME -- THIS WAS OUR STORY, REMEMBER? -- YOU AND ME AND GODDAMN EVERYONE ELSE - - REMEMBER THAT?! Mank snatches up the script and thrusts it in Welles' face MANK Pal from the studio sent this -- you see that?! What does it say?! WHAT DOES IT SAY ORSON?! Welles bats the script away: WELLES Get away from me-- Mank pushes the title page of the script toward Welles as MANX It says AMERICAN by Orson Welles. YOU TOOK MY NAME OFF THE FUCKING SCRIPT! WELLES It's obviously a mistake, Manki Some steno girl made a mistake, alright?! MANK You can't do this to me--! Welles spins on him: WELLES (savagely) I fucking well can! I own your script and I can do anything I goddamn want. And don't forget for one minute that I took your 350 pages of drunken rambling and I made a movie out of them -- and now I've got to shoot the bastard. So thank you very much, I have all I need. And you can stop calling me. He goes into his house and slams the door. Mank leans against the door in stunned exhaustion. Then he slides down the door and sits leaning against it. MANK (quietly) I hope you choke on it. I hope it kills you. Inside the darkened House, Welles is leaning against the front door. Silent. INT_,, SAM SIMEON. ASSEMBLY RQOM_NIGHT The Assembly room is Hearst's private sanctum high in a tower at San Simeon. Marion is valiantly trying to piece together a huge jigsaw puzzle. Hearst enters and goes to her. He puts his hand gently on her shoulder. MARION This is supposed ta be Siam or some such. Some kinda lousy B-B-Balinese temple. This look like a temple to you? I can't see it myself-- HEARST (quietly) Darling, I talked to Millicent. Marion stops working at the puzzle. She does not look up. Beat HEARST She said no A pause. Then: Marion slowly reaches out for the puzzle and delicately place a piece in the proper position. MARION There. That's right. HEARST She's a Catholic. She says it would put her soul in peril. Divorce is a very serious sin, apparently. MARION (not looking up) Nuts. She only cares about the money. She thinks I'll make you cut her out of the w-w-w-w... (she clenches her fists) will. A long, difficult pause HEARST I'm so sorry. Marion slowly stands and walks to a liquor cabinet and pours a stiff drink. Hearst watches sadly, but doesn't say a word INT_SCHAEFER'S OFFICE. RKO LOT_DAY Welles paces before Schaefer's massive desk with typical combustible energy. Behind the desk, huge picture windows show the bustling activities of the RKO lot. WELLES It's an awful title, of course, but I can't think of anything better. Someone came up with A SEA OF UPTURNED FACES -- which has a nice, grand ring to it -- and I thought of JOHN CITIZEN, USA but that strikes me as a bit Warner Brothers. Or, God forbid, Capraesque. I suppose AMERICAN will do for now but-- SCHAEFER CITIZEN KANE WELLES Pardon? SCHAEFER CITIZEN KANE There's your title. Welles muses WELLES A "Z" and a "K" in the title. That would draw the eye. For the poster. I like that THE PRISONER OF ZENDA had a "Z" and a "P" and that worked-- SCHAEFER Now look, Orson, let's not get ahead of ourselves. The budget projections on this-- WELLES (theatrically) I know, I know! But what more can you expect of me?! I have pared this story down to the marrow to save money but to cut more would be to--! SCHAEFER Listen, get off your horse with me. You know I've stuck by you since the beginning of time it seems like, while the stockholders in New York were ready to cut and run and everyone else in Hollywood was set to toss me in a rubber room. But your contract stipulates a max budget of 500 thousand. This one's gonna come in at 750 thousand. What do we do about that? A beat SCHAEFER Now don't have a fit -- but I want you to think again about doing WAR OF THE WORLDS- WELLES Jesus SCHAEFER Do WAR OF THE WORLDS as a feature and everyone's happy. You make some money and New York's happy and you have a track record and then we'll move on to KANE. WELLES Please don't ask me to do this. SCHAEFER It's the safe bet, Orson. There's nothing wrong with that. A long pause as Welles leans against a wall, his head down He does not look at Schaefer as: WELLES (simply) George, I want you to let me make this movie because I need to make it. And I don't really know why. Afterwards there' II be all the time in the world to make money and sell popcorn. And I'll do that for you. For RKO and New York. But for now ... please let me tell this story. A beat. Welles finally looks up at Schaefer WELLES It's your decision, George. If you look into my eyes right now and say, go make WAR OF THE WORLDS, I will. I'll make it. And, yes, it'll make you money. And I honestly can't think of a reason in the world why you should let me do KANE other than that you should. A long pause as Schaefer studies Welles. Then SCHAEFER If it'll get you the hell out of my office, go ahead and make the picture. Welles drops his head, too moved to speak. Then he nods to Schaefer and begins to leave. SCHAEFER Say thank you, Orson. Welles glances at him. SCHAEFER For the title WELLES (smiles) Ah, it's a grand title. He sweeps out. Schaefer smiles and shakes his head. SCHAEFER Like it would kill him to say thank you EXT_SOUND STAGE. RKO LOT_DAWN The sun is just rising on the RKO lot. We note a sign on the wall by the sound stage door: CITIZEN KANE. RKO PRODUCTION #281. DIRECTOR: ORSON WELLES ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE. INT_RKO SOUND STAGE_FOLLOWING Absolute silence. Welles stands in the mammoth sound stage and looks around, it is as if he has entered a great cathedral. A few lights illuminate portions of the stage and giant lighting rigs and scaffolding soar to the unseen ceiling miles away. The Xanadu Great Hall set awaits. Welles slowly walks to the set and stands, surveying his domain, savoring the moment. Title: JULY 30, 1940 He clears his throat and speaks, rehearsing his first day speech to the cast and crew. His voice echoes. WELLES Today we - - He stops, surprised by the echo. WELLES Today we are going to break every rule in motion picture history... No . . We are going to shatter every rule in Today we are going to shatter the hallowed busts of Griffith and DeMille and Ford. We are going to show the world a new way of seeing. Together we will blaze a trail... As Welles continues to rehearse we slowly ascend the scaffolding and lighting rigs... WELLES' VOICE Together we will throw away all the maps and we will become -joyously lost in the wilderness. And the future cartographers of Hollywood will forever chart our course. Following our lead... We continue to ascend and finally discover two electricians on the upper catwalk, staring down in amusement, much like the two stagehands at the opera in KANE. WELLES' VOICE And do you know why we're going to do this? Again to Welles on the stage floor: A beat. Welles slowly smiles. WELLES We're going to do this because it's going to be fun. Above, one of the electrician's throws the switch on a huge spotlight. Welles is captured in the vibrant white light and Benny Goodman's immortal "SING, SING, SING" immediately explodes and we are into: THE MAKING OF CITIZEN KANE A camera crane sweeps dramatically to the ceiling of the sound stage and brilliant white lights flash on. A film clapper snaps: CITIZEN KANE. RKO PRODUCTION 281 DIRECTOR: ORSON WELLES. And we see Welles racing heroically into making his first movie: In varying KANE makeups he tears through scenes and actors: laughing with AGNES MOOREHEAD on the cabin set; charming RUTH WARRICK on the breakfast table set; berating DOROTHY COMMINGORE on the Great Hall set... He speeds back and forth and back and forth from the set to the camera in the Campaign Headquarters set, never happy with the shot. . . Gregg Toland watches, bemused, as Welles shifts tiny prop pieces on the set. . . Welles bullies and screams and pleads and seduces. Like an obsessed artistic tornado he is seemingly everywhere at once. We see him rejecting matte paintings and in makeup and rewriting the script and trying on costumes and selecting props and leaping into odd positions looking for the perfect camera angle. It is very important in this sequence that we see the pressure building ... building ... building ... on Welles. "SING, SING, SING" continues On the Xanadu stairway set Welles behind the camera, filming actor Paul Stewart PAUL STEWART "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud. WELLES Again. A film clapper: take 58 PAUL STEWART "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud. WELLES Again. A film clapper: take 59 PAUL STEWART "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud. WELLES Again "SING. SING, SING" continues... in a corner of the sound stage: Welles, in full Kane makeup, studies a miniature model of the Kane Campaign Headquarters set through a tiny periscope with cinematographer Gregg Toland. WELLES It needs a ceiling, Gregg. Real rooms have real ceilings. GREGG TOLAND You want a ceiling on this one too? WELLES You bet. GREGG TOLAND Gonna be tough WELLES (smiles) No, it's gonna be impossible. That's why we're doing it. SING, SING, SING" continues Back on the Xanadu stairway set: Poor Paul Stewart, now at his wit's ends, continues: PAUL STEWART "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud." WELLES Again The film clapper: take 112. PAUL STEWART "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud WELLES Again Paul Stewart screams and collapses. "SING, SING, SING" continues... On the Atlantic City nightclub set: Welles watches as the camera crane attempts the dizzying and difficult maneuver from the skylight at the top of the set down to Dorothy Commingore as Susan Alexander below. The camera crane goes out of control and crashes through some light fixtures and swings crazily down toward Dorothy Commingore. She yelps and leaps away as the camera barrels through the table and smashes to the floor. Welles stands next to Toland. A beat. WELLES Well, that didn't really work "SING, SING, SING" continues. Back on the, Xanadu stairway set Paul Stewart, dazed and shattered, is listening intently. Welles stands with his arms around Stewart, embracing him, whispering into his ear. WELLES It is the most important line of the picture. You will weave the magic of "Rosebud" in a single word - - you will say the word in such a way as to impart to us the mystery of it. It is a divine and sinister mystery worthy only of your talent. In this one word the movie soars or falls. Once more, I beg you. Stewart nods. The film clapper: take 178. The cameraman leans into the viewfinder. We see his black- and-white view of the shot through the lens then: In a cramped editing room we see Welles watching the scene on an old editing moviola. On the moviola we see Paul Stewart taking a deep breath and then, magnificently: PAUL STEWART (On moviola) "Rosebud? I'll tell you about Rosebud." WELLES' VOICE (On moviola) Print. ;' On the moviola we see Stewart laugh hysterically and dance away. In the editing room, Welles shakes his head WELLES Actors. "SING, SING, SING" continues. On the Campaign Headquarters set: Welles and Toland lie on the floor of the Campaign Headquarters set and gaze up through viewfinders. They squirm about on the floor and laugh to one another about their newest outlandish idea. Then Toland notices something in the catwalks high above the set. A redheaded ELECTRICIAN. TOLAND Orson, you see that electrician up there? The redhead. He was on GRAPES OF WRATH. He's a free- lance studio spy. Probably reports right back to the RKO boys in New York. Welles slowly stands and THUNDERS: WELLES STOP EVERYBODY STOP! All the flurried activity on the sound stage immediately stops. Every eye turns, terrified, to Welles. Welles glares up at the redheaded electrician WELLES YOU COME DOWN HERE! The electrician slowly climbs down from the rafters. Welles rivets him every step of the way. The electrician stops before Welles. ELECTRICIAN Mr. Welles...? A tense beat and then Welles fiercely and purposefully spits in the electrician's face. The electrician recoils, stunned. WELLES GET OUT Welles returns to Toland as the electrician slinks off "SING, SING, SING" continues as: We see the magnificent film emerging. Welles watching scenes in a screening room, his feet up, exhausted, almost asleep, a cigar dangling from his lips... We see rushes of Welles going through scenes with Dorothy Commingore as Susan Alexander. He is relentless with her off camera, driving her to the harridan outbursts he wants just before he steps into the shot... We see the crew observing, with great amusement, Welles' stumbling attempts to learn the "Charlie Kane" dance... We see Toland shifting lights to achieve deep-focus cross-fades. Welles rages as the difficult process eats up time... We see Welles growing increasingly manic. The long hours and the pressure are clearly taking a toll.. We return to the screening room. Welles is now fully asleep. His cigar falls from his mouth and begins smoldering on his suit. "SING, SING, SING" fades at... On a Xanadu set: Filming a scene. Welles, in old-Kane makeup, is sitting with Dorothy Commingore as Susan Alexander. He is curiously distracted. She is pouring tea in the scene: DOROTHY COMMINGORE "Charlie, you sure got the funniest ways of looking at things . " Welles does not respond. He breaks character WELLES No -- no -- I'll pour the tea. Sorry. I should pour the tea. Let's try that again. Toland stands behind the camera and watches Welles. There is obviously something wrong. WELLES Okay, here we go... Set. Action Welles pops into character and pours the tea in the scene as: DOROTHY COMMINGORE "Charlie, you sure got the funniest ways of looking at things . " Welles stops, breaks character again: WELLES No -- that's not right He clears his throat and glances at the enormous crew, all staring back at him expectantly. WELLES Urn. . . ah . . . yes -- you should definitely pour the tea. Okay, again. Sorry.... Set. Action. They start the scene again. She pours the tea DOROTHY COMMINGORE "Charlie, you sure got the funniest ways of looking at things . " A pause as she waits for his reply in the scene He sits, frozen. TOLAND Orson, you wanna take five? WELLES Five...? Yes. No. We're done today He slowly walks off the set as he nervously pulls at his tie, tearing it off. Toland watches him go. INT_BROWN DERBY_DAY Louella is at her usual corner booth, on the phone to one of her many spies. She is devouring a Cobb salad as she hears:' PHONE VOICE I don't know if this means anything but I just talked to a guy in the RKO art department They've got all these books and crap all over the place. Pictures of San Simeon. Louella instantly stops eating PHONE VOICE For the Welles picture. LOUELLA Pictures of the castle? PHONE VOICE Yeah LOUELLA Thanks, doll. Get me more. She hangs up, intrigued. INT_WELLES' HOUSE_ Welles is standing, absolutely lost, in the middle of his living room. He is still in his old-Kane makeup which is just beginning to peel off his face. We hear a low, insistent drum beat, a Gene Krupa riff. We hear the sound of an ice pick chipping into a block of ice. Welles glances around. We are no longer in Welles' living room but at. . . INT_MANK'S HOUSE. SANTA MONICA_DAY A turntable spins in a corner, playing a Gene Krupa record. Ashtrays overflow with cigar butts and messy piles of pages are littered around a typewriter. Mank's beach house is tiny and on the edge of squalid Welles, still in his peeling old-Kane makeup, is standing in the middle of the living room and Mank is in the small kitchenette, chipping ice for drinks. A long pause WELLES And I'm looking at them -- and they're all looking at me and I don't know who should pour the tea. ' MANK Uh huh. WELLES I just can't . . see it anymore Mank returns to the living room and thrusts a drink in Welles hand. WELLES I want you back MANK Fuck you. (He sits.) You wanted me out. I'm out. WELLES I'm sorry. MANK I don't care. Welles hands Mank a folded script from his jacket. Mank looks at it as: WELLES This is the shooting script we've been using every day. Sure enough, the title page of the script reads: CITIZEN KANE by Herman J. Mankiewicz and Orson Welles. WELLES It's just like we always said it would be Mank hands it back MANK Too late, kid. Welles sits. WELLES Did I ever tell you about my father? MANK I don't give a shit about- WELLES He was a drunk. And he was my father and I was ashamed of him. A beat. Welles proceeds quietly and with difficulty. WELLES He showed me the world, he took me with him everywhere -- Europe, China -- and he was so proud of me. But he would drink and he would get ...embarrassing. And I began to resent him Because I was so ... sparkling, you see. So I cut him dead. I turned my back and I walked away because I didn't need him. He was getting in the way of my "genius." And he would write me letters, and I never answered them, and he would call me, and I never took his calls, and he showed up at school and I wouldn't see him. Tears are beginning to inch down Welles' face WELLES When I finally saw him again, he was in a coffin. I was fifteen. And all of a sudden he wasn't that embarrassing drunk anymore ... he was the man who showed me the world. Welles looks up at Mank, tears now streaming down his face. WELLES Just like you, Mank. A long beat. Mank, despite himself, is moved. To cover his emotion Mank rises and goes into the kitchen to freshen his drink. We remain tight on Welles as we hear Mank's voice: MANK'S VOICE So you've lost it? Don't know who should pour the tea. WELLES Yeah A beat MANK'S VOICE Orson ... just cut the goddamn tea WELLES Okay A beat. Welles reaches for a cigar, tears still wet on his face. MANK'S VOICE I been thinking about the beach scene. You done that yet? WELLES No MANK'S VOICE Good -- cause I was thinking that we're starting the scene too late... Welles quickly bites off the end of his cigar -- his expression one of "Gotcha!" -- even as. his cheeks are still wet with tears. MANK'S VOICE (CONT.) Cause if we don't show Susan watching Kane more then we're not building the right tension into the scene. See, she's gotta know that... Welles slowly smiles as the record of Gene Krupa's percussion segues into the unmistakable rhythms of "SING, SING, SING" and eclipses Mank's voice... And we see Welles everywhere, more energized than ever: perilous on a high crane; stuck in a cramped corner behind the camera; doing magic tricks for the cast; sleeping as makeup is applied to his face... Mank is always at Welles' side: supporting; challenging; amusing; inspiring. . . We see Welles strutting, raging, boasting, dancing. And again towering. "SING, SING, SING" finally ends at.. Through the black-and-white viewfinder we see Welles, in full costume and makeup, carefully walking across the massive Kane Campaign Headquarters set toward us. We see the low angle black-and-white camera's perspective. TOLAND'S VOICE Closer ... closer ... closer -- stop. We just lost your head. WELLES Can you see my shoes? TOLAND'S VOICE Yeah, but we lose your head. WELLES Goddamn it Joe -- stand here JOSEPH COTTON, also in full costume and makeup, steps into the shot and takes Welles' position as Welles scurries out of the frame. . .. INT_SOUND STAGE. RKO_NIGHT. FOLLOWING Welles marches across the set and squirms into position at the camera, which is right on the floor, and peers up through the viewfinder. Toland lies next to him. Mank stands to one side and- watches. WELLES It's just not low enough. This is the scene. We have to look up at these two man as pillars soaring to the sky. As towering virtues in combat-- TOLAND Spare me the aria, I know what you want-- WELLES I need my shoes in total focus right here and also Joe back there--! TOLAND I know what you want but it can't be done! WELLES Take apart the fucking camera rig -- we could get a few more inches down and then tilt up-- TOLAND Orson -- we can't get the fucking camera any fucking lower so find another fucking shot! Welles thinks for a moment and then bolts up. Toland watches, mystified, as Welles races to a sound stage fire station and grabs a fire axe. Welles storms back to the set and raises the axe high. Toland quickly rolls away. And Welles slams the axe into the wooden floor of the set. He continues to hack at the floor. WELLES Come on, Gregg! We'll tear out this floor! Welles and Toland and various grips hack at the floor Mank watches, bemused, and checks his watch Welles and Toland finally tear away the remnants of the wooden floor. They stare down, defeated. Under the wood is solid concrete. Welles and Toland stand and stare at the concrete TOLAND It's midnight, why don't we pick it up tomorrow? Welles does not answer. He continues to eye the concrete Then: WELLES Get me a jackhammer. We see a grip pounding away at the concrete with a jackhammer as Welles, always in motion, sweeps past Mank and Joseph Cotton. MANK (wryly, to Cotton) There but for the grace of God, goes God. Welles slams to a halt in front of the unit physician and thrusts out an arm. The physician injects him with a dose of B-12. Welles can barely wait for the injection before he speeds off. Welles supervises as Toland lowers the camera into the freshly dug hole in the middle of the sound stage. Mank checks his watch, 3:30 AM. Welles leaps into the trench to check the camera setup. Again we see the view through the black-and-white viewfinder. Joseph Cotton stands at a distance, at the far wall of the set. WELLES' VOICE Okay, Joe . . . come closer . . . closer We see Cotton approaching. He finally stops inches away from the camera. His shoes and the far wall of the set are both in total focus. It is a breathtaking, vertiginous shot. Then we see Welles and Joseph Cotton rehearsing and rehearsing and filming and filming the scene. Endlessly Finally we seem to be seeing the scene from the movie WELLES "Well, if you got drunk to talk to me about Miss Alexander, don't bother. I'm not interested. I've 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. It's obvious the people prefer Jim Gettys to me." JOSEPH COTTON "You talk about the people as if you owned them. As though they belonged to you. As long as I can remember, you've talked about--" (he breaks character) Orson, I am so goddamn tired-- We continue to watch the scene through the viewfinder: WELLES (to the camera operator) Keep filming. JOSEPH COTTON I can't remember the lines! WELLES Then make them up! You're drunk and you're angry. He shoves Joseph Cotton brutally WELLES This is the chance you've been waiting for, boy. Tell that son of a bitch just what you think of him! JOSEPH COTTON We're not all hopped up on benzedrine, Orson I Some of us humans need sleep! Welles shoves him again. WELLES You're not going to get another chance, boy! Look right at the monster and you tell him-- JOSEPH COTTON (deeply) "You don't care about anything except you. You just want to persuade people that you JOSEPH COTTON (CONT.) love them so much that they ought to love you back. Only you want love on your own terms. " WELLES "A toast then, Jedediah, to love on my own terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows, his own." Welles/Kane drinks. A long pause. WELLES Cut. Print We jump out of the black-and-white viewfinder and into the scene as Welles turns to an assistant. WELLES How 'bout a real drink? TOLAND We done? WELLES Yeah. The crew members exhale and practically collapse Welles stands and looks around in satisfaction. He takes in the empty corners of the sound stage, the sets, the cameras Savoring the moment. WELLES (quietly) It's finished. He walks to the massive doors of the sound stage and pulls them open. Sunlight floods in. Outside it is a blazing morning and the dazzling sunlight silhouettes Welles. Welles squints and steps into the glorious sunlight. Mank and Toland follow. They stand and watch as RKO extras and crews bustle about on their way to work. The assistant brings a tray of martinis. They each take a glass. The RKO workers stare at them oddly as they pass. Welles toasts them. WELLES Good morning, good morning. . . He grabs a passing extra and dances with her as Mank and Toland laugh. EXT_HEDDA'S MANSION. PATIO_MORNING Hedda Hopper reclines on her patio. An extremely ugly pug dog sits in her lap. She has green goo all over her face and a cigarette dangling from her lips. Title: THREE MONTHS LATER. JANUARY 3, 1941 She is going through the trades. She stops at a particular item. She studies it and then reaches for the phone and dials. HEDDA (on phone) Orson, Hedda here! You naughty boy! You told me that I would be positively the first human soul to see your masterpiece and here I read in the Reporter that there's a screening tonight for the magazines ... yes, advance deadlines, I understand . . . (she smiles) . . . oh, rough cut, uh-huh ... Been there, Orson, know the drill. See ya tonight! She hangs up. Her hideous dog leaps on her and starts licking her face goo. HEDDA Get offa me, ya little prick INT_OUTSIDE AN RKO SCREENING ROOM_NIGHT Welles paces nervously outside the doors to the screening room. Schaefer stands leaning against a wall. From inside we can hear some of the final dialogue from CITIZEN KANE. WELLES This is an abomination There's no music and-- SCHAEFER They've all seen a rough cut WELLES The magazines are one thing -- but Hedda! Why did we have to let her come?! SCHAEFER When Hedda says "I'm coming" you mix a lot of martinis and you pray. Silence from inside the screening room. The movie is over. An agonizing silent pause Then the doors swing open and the guests stream out. Totally neutral expressions. The bejeweled Valkyrie, Hedda herself, finally emerges. She stops before Welles. A beat. She reaches up and pinches his cheek, a bit too hard. And then she slaps his cheek, a bit too hard. And then she goes WELLES What the hell did that mean?! EXT_HEDDA' S MANSION. PATIO_MORNING Hedda paces and smokes as she waits on the phone. Finally, she is connected: HEDDA (brightly) Why hello, Mr. Hearst! I'm so delighted you could take my call. I just wanted to let you know -- I saw this Orson Welles picture last night. First screening ever, don't cha know, and, Mr. Hearst, I don't understand something . . . (she smiles wickedly) ... I just don't understand why Louella hasn't told you it ' s all about you. . . Yes, oh yes . . . My pleasure, sir. She hangs up HEDDA Take that, you old cow INT_SCHAEFER'S OFFICE DAY Schaefer sits at his desk, going through some budget sheets. His intercom buzzes, he presses a button: SECRETARY'S VOICE Mr. Schaefer, Miss Parsons is here SCHAEFER (into intercom) Here? As in right outside the door? SECRETARY'S VOICE Yes, sir SCHAEFER (chipper, into intercom) Well, send her in! He releases his intercom button SCHAEFER Shit He bolts up and races to the liquor cabinet as Louella sweeps in like the Lusitania in fur. LOUELLA Schaefer, I gotta see this Welles picture SCHAEFER Louella, hello, I was just fixing a drink, would you like--? LOUELLA (eyeing gossip) You drink at 10 am, do you? SCHAEFER No -- no -- I mean-- LOUELLA I wanna see the picture today SCHAEFER That might be a tad difficult because Orson is scoring the picture now and he's very particular about the music-- LOUELLA Cut the malarkey, buddy. The boss himself wants me to see the picture today. SCHAEFER He personally asked you to? LOUELLA That's right Beat SCHAEFER Hearst? LOUELLA Uh-huh Beat LOUELLA I'll be back at noon. Set it up in screening room four. She sweeps out SCHAEFER Oh god INT_RKO SCREENING ROOM_DAY Louella watches CITIZEN KANE We watch her enormous face, grim and glowering, bathed in flickering blue light as we hear a bit of the dialogue: " KANE " "You'll continue with your singing, Susan. I don't propose to have myself made ridiculous. " "SUSAN ALEXANDER" "You don't propose to have yourself made ridiculous I What about me?! I'm the one that's got to do the singing! I'm the one who gets the razzberries!" With that, Louella bolts up and stomps out of the screening^ room... ' INT_OUTSIDE THE SCREENING ROOM_FOLLOWING Welles and Schaefer are again nervously waiting in the hallway. Louella slams out the door and almost crashes into Welles A beat as she glares at him. If looks could kill She storms off Welles and Schaefer are too stunned even to speak as we hear: LOUELLA'S VOICE It is . . . assassination. INT_SAN SIMEON. ASSEMBLY ROOM_DAY Hearst sits with one of his dachshunds on his lap Louella sits across from him. Hearst does not move a muscle in the entire scene. LOUELLA (CONT.) It's all you. It has the political campaigns and the mining fortune and the war with Pulitzer and the castle. And ... Marion. HEARST How so? LOUELLA The jigsaw puzzles and the, urn, career -- the man spending a fortune to make her a star -- only it's opera and not movies. And... HEARST Yes? LOUELLA (quietly) The drinking. A beat HEARST (very controlled) So my life is a subject for mockery. All of it. Every detail. Every personal detail. Louella nods. A beat. HEARST Thank you for your time LOUELLA Thank you, sir. She begins to leave A beat A pause HEARST Miss Parsons, I have one additional question for you. LOUELLA Sir? (stops) HEARST Why did we not know about this sooner? LOUELLA Sir? HEARST I pay you a good deal of money to be my eyes and ears in Hollywood, do I not? If you cannot provide this simple service you are of no use to me. LOUELLA Sir, I- HEARST (lethally) Please be quiet. A young man has made a motion picture detailing my life. This motion picture was made at a not insignificant studio. And you knew nothing about it. LOUELLA He lied to me LOUELLA He looked into my face and told me it wasn't about you. HEARST And how do you feel when you are lied to? A beat. LOUELLA I want blood HEARST Good. Retain that feeling. Let it nourish you from this day forth. It shall nourish us both She nods and leaves the room We linger on Hearst, his expression dark and dangerous. INT_SCHAEFER'S OFFICE_EVENING Welles reclines on a sofa, smoking a cigar, orating, while Schaefer sits at his desk absently flipping through the evening edition of the LA EXAMINER. WELLES Give me one dinner with her and I'll sort it out. Woman of a certain age are woefully susceptible to a younger man's charm. I'll make myself so monumentally attractive that He is distracted by Schaefer flipping through the newspaper anxiously. Schaefer tears back and forth in the paper and then swivels around in his chair to grab another newspaper. He flips through it. And then stops. SCHAEFER (sickened) Oh Christ... Welles leaps up and goes to Schaefer's desk. Schaefer has placed the two newspapers side by side on his desk. He points to one SCHAEFER This is the morning edition of the EXAMINER. He points to the other SCHAEFER And this is the evening edition. Notice anything? WELLES The ad.. Indeed, the morning edition contains a large ad for the RKO movie KITTY FOYLE. In the evening edition the ad has been replaced by innocuous copy. SCHAEFER They dumped our ad. He flips through the evening edition and then looks up at Welles. SCHAEFER (quietly) They dumped all our ads. INT_MAYER'S OFFICE_DAY Louis B. Mayer sits at his massive desk, taking notes Hearst sweeps in. Mayer is surprised. HEARST Louis MAYER Randolph! HEARST Hope you don't mind my popping in-- MAYER No -- no -- sit down, please HEARST (sitting) What a wretched place this is. I can't come to town without feeling filthy. You really must buy that parcel of land by the castle and come north. I only wish I could. You know, business HEARST Quite. And this is why I came to visit. Have you heard about this CITIZEN KANE picture? MAYER Over at RKO? A beat. HEARST Mm. Not a very good picture I am told. MAYER (confused) Uh-hub. HEARST Apparently it details the exploits of a publisher like myself. Entirely too much like myself. Do you follow so far? MAYER Yeah A beat. HEARST I can't see how the release of that picture will do anyone any good, really. HEARST Say, while I'm in town why don't we play 18 holes at Bel Air? Or maybe just nine. Do you have time for a round today? He gazes at Mayer. Mayer looks at him, disquieted A pause. A beat HEARST And maybe we could get Mr. Warner and Mr. Goldwyn and Mr. Cohn and Mr. Selznick to play as well. MAYER (quietly) You know that can't happen. HEARST Oh, why is that? HEARST Why is that, Louis? MAYER Bel Air is restricted. HEARST Oh, that's right. How silly of me to have forgotten. I sometimes forget that you're all Jews. Lots of people forget that. If they ever knew it. A tense pause HEARST See what you can do about this CITIZEN KANE picture, won't you? MAYER (quietly) Yeah Hearst stands. HEARST And you'll come out to the castle soon, I hope Marion and I would love to see more of you. He smiles and goes. Mayer sits, shaken INT_BROWN DERBY_NIGHT Schaefer sits with Louella in her corner booth LOUELLA That's right, fella, no Hearst paper will run an RKO ad until you agree that CITIZEN KANE will never see the light of day. SCHAEFER Louella, please, be reasonable, I understand you have problems with Orson's picture but maybe we can work something out-- LOUELLA Nix, sweetie. You shelve it SCHAEFER Oh for God's sake, Louella- LOUELLA And Mr. Hearst has authorized me to tell you that you're looking at the most beautiful lawsuit in history if you release this picture. He'll bleed your little studio dry and you can all go on back to New York and do Shakespeare with the Boy Wonder. SCHAEFER Can I talk to Hearst? LOUELLA You are talking to him. INT SAN SIMEON. ASSEMBLY ROOM DAY Hearst stands with his arms behind his back, very Kane-like, and surveys a collection of about 30 newspapers spread around the floor at his feet. His newspapers. Marion sits in a corner, doing needlepoint. Hearst picks up one of his papers HEARST The Journal was pretty harsh to Roosevelt today. MARION You oughta lay off him -- he is the p-p-president, after all. HEARST He is a Bolshevik. He will have us at war by the end of the year. I think I'm going to run that wheelchair picture. MARION Don't She holds up her needlepoint MARION Whaddaya think? It is a sampler reading: BLESS THIS CASTLE He laughs JOE WILLICOMBE, Hearst's private secretary, enters quietly. Willicombe is a serious and sensitive man in his 60's. He is unquestioningly loyal to the old man. WILLICOMBE Sir, we got the call. A moment. Hearst looks at him. Willicombe shakes his head sadly. HEARST Thank you, Joseph. Willicombe glides out A long pause as Hearst moves to a window and stares down at his domain. Marion watches him. MARION How bad is it? HEARST Nothing for you to worry about, darling MARION Pops A beat HEARST The S.E.C. has turned down my request for relief on the debts. MARION How much? HEARST It's not really-- MARION How much? A -beat HEARST 125 million. She is absolutely stunned. A pause MARION (softly) We're 125 million dollars in debt? HEARST Yes. A pause Hearst continues to gaze out the window. Marion goes to him and holds him tenderly. ; They look down at the massive San Simeon estate spreading out like Wonderland below them. INT MARION How does one get 125 million dollars in debt? HEARST One . . . buys things. INT_RECORDING STAGE_NIGHT KANE composer BERNARD HERMANN stands before an orchestra, going over some of the music for KANE. He tries various measures and makes adjustments. A movie screen is ready to run sections of the film. Welles sits at the back of the room, talking quietly to Gregg Toland. Welles is bewitching, spinning a web: WELLES We open on Monument Valley. Those towering stalagmites reaching up like pleading fingers to God. A single figure treads the arid plains. The crimson sun is behind him so his shadow stretches toward us. He is a simple man wearing a simple robe. A profoundly quiet and sad man. Who is he? Bernard Hermann turns back to Welles and Toland BERNARD HERMANN Orson, please.. WELLES (whispering, to Toland) Who is he, Gregg? TOLAND (realizing) Oh, no-- WELLES Yes! TOLAND He's Christ? WELLES I'm Christ TOLAND You want to do the life of Jesus? WELLES Yes! Vibrant and modern and stark like a Picasso sketch drawn to flashes of lightning I We shoot the whole thing in the gallant American West-- Mank joins them, carrying a newspaper. MANK Hey, kid. Gregg. WELLES Mank, sit down. You missed the opening of the new picture but I'll go back-- MANK No, you gotta hear this- BERNARD HERMANN (snapping back at them) I'm trying to work here! WELLES Sorry, you keep at it, old boy. He leads Toland and Mank out of the stage and into the sound proof recording booth... INT. _SOUND BOOTH A few sound engineers and mixers work over recording panels and watch Hermann and the orchestra as Welles, Toland and Mank enter. MANK You read Louella? Welles shudders WELLES No, but I can imagine. What am I today? A "puny upstart" or a "spoiled dilettante" -- no, she wouldn't know how to spell that MANK (reads) "And how is the country to feel when this industry continues to employ bedraggled foreigners and swarthy refugees instead of real Americans? Doesn't Hollywood know there's a Depression on? Don't real Americans deserve work?" WELLES (laughs) Well, at least she's off KANE today MANK No she's not. Don't you get it, ya lunk? She's using code language to the studio bosses. "Bedraggled foreigners and swarthy refugees" -- who the hell do you think she's talking about? WELLES (playfully) Hedy Lamarr? MANK Jews. She's talking about Jews. beat Welles' smile fades. MANK Who owns this town? Who runs every goddamn studio? The tribe, baby. These fuckers hear the word "Jew" and they start sweating. Like Ester Williams' pool they start sweating. WELLES (growing tense) So they're Jews. . . MANK This is just the first shot. Maestro. Sooner or later she's gonna use the word. And all those boys know that there is only one thing this country hates more than the coloreds and that's the Jews. WELLES Christ. MANK Me, I'm proud to be a Jew, I got no problem. You don't like it, fuck you. But with these guys it's like a dirty word. All they wanna be is good red- white-and-blue Americans, and the way they see it you can't be a good American and a Jew. So Sam Goldfish becomes Sam Goldwyn and David Selznick becomes David 0. Selznick -- like anyone's gonna think he's Irish for fuck's sake-- WELLES What does this have to do with--? MANK (dead serious) Believe you me, they're gonna do anything -- and I mean absolutely anything -- to stop that word from gettin' out. WELLES (sharply) What?! Are they going to kill me? Is that what they're going to do?! One of the sound technicians turns to Welles: SOUND TECHNICIAN Sorry, Mr. Welles, I can't really hear Welles, Mank and Toland quickly decamp to a hallway outside the recording stage... INT_HALLWAY_FOLLOWING They emerge into the hallway. Mank lights a cigar. MANK (quietly) Let me tell you a story, son So this was 1924, right? Hearst was throwing a birthday party for Thomas Ince, the old movie producer. They were all on the old man's yacht taking a nice jaunt from Pedro down to San Diego. Real foggy night it was. This was Hearst, Marion, Ince, Charlie Chaplin, Louella, the usual gorillas. So Hearst notices Marion slip off with Chaplin -- she was screwing everyone then -- and the old man goes nuts. Grabs his revolver and starts shooting. Just like Tom Mix, standing there blasting away through the fog. Boom - - boom -- boom -- and Thomas Ince takes a bullet through the head. So now there's this dead guy lying on the deck. You'll see how this could be quite an embarrassment. So the empire goes into action. Nice and quiet and Ince was cremated lickety-split. No inquest and no police. It was right after this that Hearst gives Louella her life-time contract. Just to keep her all hush-hush. A beat as Mank gazes at Welles. A beat MANK If he had known about KANE before you made it, you'd be dead already. WELLES (weakly) It's too late. The movie's made MANK They won't let it out. Not Hearst. Not the other studio heads-- WELLES You wrote the damn thing, Mank Aren't you going to fight for it?! MANK (bitterly) I told you this was going to happen! I told you he was going to come after us! So we took the chance anyway and we lost. That's how it goes, okay? I got my check, kid, and so did you -- and that's what it's all about -- so fuck it and move on. Welles leans forward in a sudden explosion of anger WELLES I WILL NOT MOVE ON! Let them do their worst! These petty tyrants! These monstrous, small men Do they think they can stop us? I Who are they?! Who are they?! THEY ARE . .. ACCOUNTANTS I Bernard Hermann appears at a doorway from the recording stage. BERNARD HERMANN We're ready. You want to hear it? Welles goes with Hermann into the stage. Toland and Mank stand in silence. Then: TOLAND His next picture ... he wants to play Christ. MANK Hope he's planning to start with the crucifixion. 76 INT_RECORDING STAGE_FOLLOWING Welles sits at the back of the stage, deep in thought Bernard Hermann raises his baton and prepares to conduct. The opening shots of KANE -- fog shrouded Xanadu -- are projected on the screen. Hermann conducts and the orchestra plays. We watch the first images of the film with the brilliant music. We pull back to reveal we are at INT_SAN SIMEON. SCREENING ROOM_NIGHT Hearst and Marion are sitting in the plush San Simeon screening room, surrounded by a passel of dachshunds. Five or six friends are also spread around the room. Joe Willicombe is also present. We watch their faces as they watch CITIZEN KANE During this sequence we hear bits and pieces of KANE as we watch Hearst and Marion react. We see Marion's initial amusement give way to a forced neutrality. We see Hearst becoming increasingly uncomfortable, reacting physically, almost writhing, as his soul is laid bare. Then his face grows cold. Drained. We see Joe Willicombe, offended. We see the other guests, horrified and afraid to even so much as glance at Hearst. Finally, we hear the ending of the movie: "RAYMOND" "Throw that junk in, too. We hear Bernard Hermann's closing music begin to play out Hearst abruptly stands, the final images of the film washing over his face. HEARST Switch it off SWITCH IT OFF The film suddenly stops and lights come up around the screening room. Silence No one looks at Hearst. HEARST (quietly) Would everyone please leave The guests and Joe Willicombe solemnly file out A pause MARION Well -- he got us, didn't he? She stands and goes quickly to pour a drink. A forced laugh MARION Nailed us, hub? The crazy old man and his whore. HEARST Marion-- MARION Bought and p-p-paid for. Just like one of his goddamn statues. Well at least in the movie he married her! HEARST This picture-- MARION (deeply) I am not that woman. A beat. I know what I could have been. I know what I gave up to stay with you. MARION (pained) I mean he's even got the goddamn jigsaw puzzles She dissolves into sobs. He cradles her in the empty screening room A beat MARION Why did he do that to us? INT_SAN SIMEON. ASSEMBLY ROOM_NIGHT Hearst is as we have never seen him before. He is in a titanic rage. He paces back and forth violently like a caged animal, becoming increasingly manic and uncontrolled, clenching his fists and barking to Joe Willicombe: HEARST And now of all times -- NOW -- when I am grasping on with my fingernails to live at all this Orson We lies -- this insect -- this reprehensible insect -- has the nerve TO CHALLENGE ME! To show my life as some cheap sideshow -- A FREAK SHOW -- A DYING, IMPOTENT OLD FREAK IN HIS CASTLE! He smashes a collection of figurines and sends them sailing across the room. Hearst's rage gives way to a darker passion: HEARST (intensely) Mr. Willicombe -- you have seen me in adversity -- you have seen me take on the unions and the Congress and the railroads -- and we have risen above -- we have risen above. And if that dog Welles thinks he can strike at me now -- when he thinks I'm weak when he thinks I'm vulnerable -- then he does not fully comprehend the man is facing. WILLICOMBE Mr. Welles can't know anything about the difficulties we're-- HEARST Get me Louella Parsons, now! Willicombe picks up a phone and begins dialing as Hearst continues: HEARST This upstart -- this puny man -- how does he even dare to imagine he could comprehend my life and my world when he crawls with the other insects in the sewer -- in the dung -- when we control every moment of his life from the instant he is born to the instant we decide that he will die! Does he have no idea of the power that controls him?! WILLICOMBE Mr. Hearst, I have Miss Par' Hearst snatches the phone from Willicombe HEARST (on phone) Miss Parsons, Mr. Hearst. Use the file He slams down the phone HEARST Now get me J. Edgar Hoover WILLICOMBE It's very late in Washington- HEARST Then wake him up! Willicombe begins to dial HEARST (fervently) That insect thinks he knows me! He thinks he knows my capabilities! When his neck is in my teeth and his blood is in my throat then he will know WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST! INT_MAYER'S OFFICE. MGM_DAY Louis B. Mayor's eyes are blinking behind his glasses In his glasses we can see vague reflections of a series of grainy photographs showing sex acts and illicit assignations and corpses and mug shots. We pull back to reveal Mayer flipping through a stack of photos and notes. Louella sits, smoking and supremely confident, across from him. Mayer finally closes the file and removes his glasses. He rubs his eyes. He rises unsteadily and goes to a liquor cabinet and pours himself a stiff drink. He gulps it down and then returns to his desk. A pause and then he finally looks at Louella A beat A beat A beat. A pause LOUELLA So what do we got here, L.B.? We got faggots and commies and junkies. We got movie stars screwing niggers and little girls. We got killers and perverts and whores. LOUELLA We got MGM and Warner Brothers and Columbia and Disney and Fox. LOUELLA We got Jews LOUELLA We got Hollywood. MAYER (quietly) What do you want? LOUELLA Kill CITIZEN KANE. MAYER How? LOUELLA I don't give a shit. A beat LOUELLA The boss is working on some stuff and I'm working on some stuff. Now I want all you boys working on some stuff. Cause if it looks like this picture's ever gonna come out -- I start running down the street with these pictures like a screaming woman with my throat cut, you follow? J. EDGAR HOOVER'S OFFICE DAY Bulldog-like FBI Director HOOVER sits erect at his desk. Behind him an imposing FBI Seal catches the light. He presses a button on his intercom. HOOVER Agent McCabe, if you please. His secretary, clean-cut FBI agent McCABE, enters quickly with a note pad. Agent McCabe scribbles as Hoover dictates: EXT. HOOVER Open a new file. Heading: Welles, Orson. Native born. Communist. HILLS AROUND SAN SIMEON DAY Marion and Joe Willicombe sit in deck chairs under the blazing sun. Marion absently pets a dachshund in her lap. Servants stand behind them with lunch and trays of iced tea They watch Hearst riding a horse in the distance A pause. Then: MARION How bad is it? WILLICOMBE Miss Davies-- MARION Come on Joe. How bad is it? A beat. WILLICOMBE It's finished Hearst gallops up to them. A servant helps him down from his horse. He strides briskly to Marion and Willicombe as: HEARST I've been thinking about the Tribune in Chicago. The Examiner just can't make any headway. Circulation is still down. I think we should buy the Tribune. Marion glances to Willicombe and then looks at Hearst with great tenderness. MARION Sure, Pops. That's a swell idea INT_MANK'S HOUSE. SANTA MONICA_DAY Manks pounding away at a typewriter in his tiny beach house. He grumbles to himself as he types: MANK ... and Rita Hayworth says: "You see, he truly was the Son of God" ... big Toland lighting effect ... blah, blah, blah ... A knock at the door. Mank answers it. Clean-cut FBI Agent McCabe stands outside. He flashes his badge. AGENT McCABE Mr. Mankiewicz, I'm Special Agent McCabe of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Might I have a moment of your time? MANK Sure, kid, come in. I'm writing the crucifixion and it's a bitch. Sit down Agent McCabe sits and snaps open a note pad AGENT McCABE I would like to ask you a few questions about Mr. Welles. MANK You guys after Orson too? AGENT McCABE Mr. Mankiewicz. MANK Shoot AGENT McCABE Are you aware of Mr. Welles' Communist affiliations? MANK Shit, Orson's no pink. He's everything else under the sun, but he's no pink. AGENT McCABE Are you aware of Mr. Welles' Communist affiliations? MANK No, I am not AGENT McCABE Do you have any knowledge of Communists working within the motion picture industry? AGENT McCABE Do you have any knowledge of Communists working within the motion picture industry? MANK No AGENT McCABE Are you now or have you ever been a member of, or affiliated with, the Communist Party or any of its front organizations in the United States? MANK Stop it AGENT McCABE Are you now or have you ever been a member of-- MANK I think you better leave AGENT McCABE Are you now or have you-- MANK (grim) Get the fuck outta my house. Agent McCabe snaps his note pad closed and stands. AGENT McCABE (crisply) Thank you for your time, Mr. Mankiewicz. We'll be in touch. Agent McCabe leaves MANK (calling after him) Don't bother, you low-life prick Mank slams the door He stands for a moment, pale, and then goes to the kitchen and pours himself a stiff drink. INT_SAN SIMEON, ASSEMBLY ROOM_DAY Marion is pouring a drink as well. She quickly fills a glass of Scotch and then begins striding back and forth across the Assembly Room. Hearst sits quietly at one of the jigsaw puzzles He occasionally and absently puts a piece in place. She has clearly been at him for some time MARION Then you explain it to me?! HEARST There's nothing to explain MARION A million dollars a year on art and st-st-statues and there's nothing to explain?! HEARST I will not defend my life to you-- MARION I'm not asking you to defend anything. But we're in a pickle and we gotta talk about it. HEARST We are in no "pickle" -- as you would euphemistically have it. MARION You gotta wake up now. Pops. HEARST There is nothing to discuss- MARION You don't have any money left, okay?! That's the truth. I don't wanna say it, nobody else will say it, but it's the truth. You spent it all. You can't buy the Tribune in Chicago -- you can't buy ^ g-g- goddamn thing. Now you better face up to it-- HEARST You are being typically theatrical, Marion. I need the Tribune to-- MARION You don't need it! That's the problem you always think you need everything-- Marion spins to a medieval arras cloth hanging from one wall. MARION That -- did you need that? How much did that cost? HEARST It's 12th Century. From Deauville -- in France. MARION I know where Deauville is for C-C-Christ's sake. HEARST You needn't use that language with me MARION Did you need it? Did you need any of it? HEARST I wanted it MARION There's a different between want and HEARST (tightly) Not for me. MARION (frustrated) But why? Just so you can show it all off -- just so everyone can see what a b-b-big man you are?! He stands quickly HEARST (angrily) That's right. You've captured me exactly. Goodnight. MARION You will not walk out on me HEARST You are repellant when you drink. MARION Tough shit. We need to t-t-talk about this-- HEARST You are slovenly and unattractive and I won't (he mercilessly mimics her) t-t-t-tolerate it. A cold beat A pause. MARION Fuck you, Mr. Kane. HEARST (darkly) I will not have this in my home. MARION I just want to understand-- HEARST (suddenly) No, you don't. You want to condemn me, like everyone else. You want to point to the pathetic, old man grown lunatic with his spending -- trapped in his ridiculous HEARST (CONT.) castle -- still fighting old battles he will never win with Pulitzer and Roosevelt and Hollywood-- MARION I don't want you to-- HEARST There is nothing to understand but this: I am a man who could have been great, but was not. He leaves INT_SAN SIMEOM. MARION'S BEDROOM_DAY A silent scene as we see Marion rummaging through some drawers in her vanity table. A suitcase can be seen on the bed behind her. She removes various jewelry cases and pours an astounding array of gems into a black leather pouch. INT. _ELIZABETH ARDEN SALON. BEVERLY HILLS_DAY Marion sits with Carole Lombard in a secluded section of the luxurious salon. A quiet scene. MARION When I met him I was just 20. And he was 55. I saw the gold ring and just grabbed on. And he was going to make me a star. CAROLE LOMBARD And he did. A beat. MARION When I was making movies I kept begging him to let me do comedies. Silly stuff, you know. But Pops doesn't get comedy too well so he kept putting me in all those godawful p-p-period dramas. Carole Lombard smiles. MARION I did my best but, well, you know me CAROLE LOMBARD Sure MARION Thing that bothers me now, though, looking back is that I really think I could have been something ... special. CAROLE LOMBARD Thinking like that is only gonna drive you nuts You were a great star and you had a good run. That oughta be enough. MARION Yeah. But all of a sudden it's not MARION You know this CITIZEN KANE picture? About Pops and everything? CAROLE LOMBARD Uh-huh MARION The character that's supposed to be me, Susan Alexander-- CAROLE LOMBARD Marion, everyone knows you're not like that-- MARION But I am That's the killer, honey. This little girl comes from nowhere and gets discovered by this guy. And maybe she has some real talent way deep down. But he pays the bills and he makes the decisions. And somewhere along the way ... she gets lost. MARION It's hell when you gotta look back and say, goddamn, what I could have been. JEWELRY STORE. BEVERLY HILLS Marion enters a posh Beverly Hills jewelry shop. She is wearing sunglasses. She nervously goes to the counter and the SHOP OWNER glides to her. For Marion, the entire experience is humiliating. This results in her stutter becoming increasingly more pronounced. SHOP OWNER May I help you? MARION I, um, need an estimate on some jewelry I might wish to sell. But d-d-discretion is very important to me b-b-because I don't want anyone t-t-to, um, know that-- SHOP OWNER Excuse me, I hope this isn't rude, but aren't you Marion Davies? MARION Yes. SHOP OWNER Well, this is a great pleasure. Miss Davies! I just saw that ENCHANTMENT is playing at a the Tivoli, the revival house in Santa Monica. That was a fine picture! MARION Thank you- SHOP OWNER Not one of them today has what you had, Miss Davies. Not one of them. MARION Thank you -- b-b-but I'd really like t-t-to-- SHOP OWNER Of course, of course. How can we be of service? MARION As I said I have some j-j-j-j- (she simply can't get the word out) that I might wish t-t-to sell and I wanted an estimate-- SHOP OWNER Surely My pleasure, Miss Davies.. Marion removes the leather pouch from her purse and pours a stunning collection of jewelry on a black felt tablet on the counter. SHOP OWNER (awed) My Lord. . . Marion removes her sunglasses and looks at him. Her eyes are red. MARION How much for the lot? EXT_RKO LOT_DAY Welles is pursuing Schaefer as they stride through the bustling RKO backlot. SCHAEFER What do you want me to do, Orson? Radio City won't premiere the picture. Louella threatened them with some bullshit about WELLES Then find another theater SCHAEFER You don't think I've tried? No one is willing to open the picture WELLES Then we'll open it in Detroit or Dallas or Kalamazoo for God's sake! We'll show it in goddamn circus tents and--! Schaefer stops. SCHAEFER Listen to me. The press ban is killing us and the distributors won't book it. And meantime I'm dealing with the stockholders in New York who are scared shitless -- and I'm this far from getting fired myself -- and you don't have a friend in the world but me right now. So you have got to trust that I'll do what I can to-- WELLES (desperately) "Do what you can"?! That's not good enough I SCHAEFER Well it' s all you've got ! WELLES (suddenly) You're with them, aren't you? You're going to bury my movie. They bought you! SCHAEFER (turning away) For Christ's sake, shut up-- WELLES Why don't you just have the guts to admit it SCHAEFER (spinning on him) How dare you talk to me like that! Do you think I'm like all the rest of those pirates?! Like Mayer and Warner? Is that what you think--?! WELLES It's just that my movie is so- SCHAEFER (savagely) "Your movie" -- I am so sick of that! It's your movie -- but it's his life! Did you ever think about that?! Did you ever think about that old man and Marion having to watch as you tore them apart?! WELLES I didn't-- SCHAEFER Do you every think for one second that you might have some responsibility for what you're doing?! For cutting and slashing everything in your way so you can have your goddamn movie?! WELLES That soulless monster gets no tears from me. SCHAEFER Who the fuck are you trying to kid? You are that soulless monster. Schaefer turns and stomps away Welles stands, lost for a moment in the dream factory In a bit of a daze, Welles slowly begins walking through the backlot. A bustle of loud activity in a corner of the lot draws his attention. A bulldozer and a dozen workmen are busy tearing down the facade of a large white mansion. They strip the wood off and toss it into an incinerator. Welles sees Schaefer standing before all this activity, deep in thought. Welles goes to him and they stand together in silence for a moment as they watch the house being razed. SCHAEFER Recognize Welles shakes his head SCHAEFER It's Tara. From GONE WITH THE WIND Pause as they watch Scarlett O'Hara's dream mansion being torn apart. WELLES It's ... sad A beat. SCHAEFER Not really. It's only a set, after all Just lumber. . SCHAEFER (quietly) You know, we make all these pictures, we turn em out one after another, without thinking most of the time. Just like making toasters or Packards or toothpaste. But then sometimes ... something amazing happens and you get a GONE WITH THE WIND. Or a CITIZEN KANE SCHAEFER (CONT.) And no one can ever take that away from you. They gaze at the destruction of Tara as we hear: RADIO ANNOUNCER (VOICE OVER) ... and in financial news, rumors continue to swirl around the head of publishing baron William Randolph Hearst. . . INT_SAN SIMEON. ROMAN POOL_NIGHT Hearst sits in a wicker chair by the shimmering in-door Roman Pool. But for Hearst and the single chair, the pool is deserted and has no other furniture. Hearst is staring at the gold and blue mosaic of tiles reflected in the water. As we hear: RADIO ANNOUNCER (VOICE OVER, CONT.) ... Sources report that the Hearst Empire is facing some rocky times ahead as the press lord is facing mounting debts and shrinking revenues due to over expansion and fiscal mismanagement that have resulted in... The radio voice fades to silence. The silence continues but for the haunting echo of a lion roaring in the distance. Then Hearst hears the sound of footsteps echoing on the tile. He looks up. It is Marion. She walks around the pool to him. Without a word she hands him a check. It is made out to William Randolph Hearst in the amount of one million dollars and is signed Marion Davies. A long pause. He looks up at her, profoundly moved. MARION I started out as a gold-digger, ya know But goddamn if I didn't fall in love with the guy. EXT_MAYER'S ESTATE_DAY A row of six shining limousines are lined up in front of Mayor's enormous house. The chauffeurs stand together and chat. EXT. MAYER'S ESTATE. BACKYARD Mayer sits in the glorious back garden of his house. Six other men are gathered around him. Mayer nods his head to each as we pan around the faces MAYER Mr. Zanuck ... Mr. Warner ... Mr. Cohn Mr. Disney .. . Mr. Goldwyn . . . Mr. Selznick. A beat. Thank you all for coming. You got my memo. What do we do? A beat JACK WARNER He's a fucking punk, why does Hearst give a shit? MAYER It's enough that he does SAM GOLDWYN Would Louella really do it? MAYER In a New York minute DAVID 0. SELZNICK I say to hell with Louella and to hell with Hearst! Bring 'em on. We can take em. HARRY COHN We all didn't make GONE WITH THE WIND, ya know. Some of us gotta look at this checkbook-wise. MAYER Who isn't hurting already? All this Jew talk and these Communist rumors. Look, he's boycotting RKO ads right now -- but how long before he takes on Warners or Fox or Columbia? HARRY COHN Goddamn right. A beat. MAYER And if Hearst goes public with all this filthy private lives stuff, Hollywood's sunk. He's got us nailed. Dates. Times. Photographs for God's sake. WALT DISNEY I don't mean to be funny, but what could he have on Mickey Mouse? MAYER He's got you so tied in with J. Edgar Hoover and America First that you might as well put on a brown shirt and kiss those happy little kiddies so-long. DAVID 0. SELZNICK (suddenly) Have any of you actually seen the movie? A beat. DAVID 0. SELZNICK I have. It's probably the greatest motion picture ever made. Nothing's going to be the same after this. With this one movie he's changed the way we see-- JACK WARNER Who the fuck cares? DAVID 0. SELZNICK I do. And so should all of you-- JACK WARNER Get off the soapbox-- Selznick stands. DAVID 0. SELZNICK I want no part of this. We should be marching into George Schaefer's office and standing with him. He's one of us! MAYER David- DAVID 0. SELZNICK If I ever got into trouble I'd like to think that you all would be with me -- not planning to stab me in the back like a bunch of ... a bunch of ... producers! He storms off JACK WARNER (to Mayer) Your son-in-law meshuaena. A pause. Laughter A pause. DISNEY (nervously) He's got me and Hoover? JACK WARNER Relax, Walt, at least he don't have you screwing Snow White. I got fucking Errol Flynn on my payroll! SAM GOLDWYN (to Mayer) You're a smart man, L.B. I suspect you would not have called us here without a plan. Give over. MAYER We will buy the movie and we will destroy it. MAYER We will assemble a fund between us -- privately, 'not studio money -- we will assemble this fund and we will go to George Schaefer and we will buy the negative and every print of CITIZEN KANE and we will burn them. A long pause MAYER If I do not hear an objection to this agenda in the next five seconds I will assume the motion has carried. Five seconds tick by as we focus on the titans of Hollywood MAYER Very well, my associates will be in touch to arrange payment. Thank you for your time. INT_RECORDING STAGE_DAY KANE composer Bernard Hermann again stands before the orchestra, his arm poised, waiting to begin conducting. He is about to record some new music for the deep-focus Thatcher/Bernstein/Kane scene from CITIZEN KANE. Welles sits nearby, supervising everything. Welles nods and on a movie screen the scene from KANE begins and Hermann starts conducting. The orchestra plays. The music carries into and gradually fades during. INT_SAN SIMEON. ASSEMBLY ROOM_DAY In a scene eerily reminiscent of the Thatcher/Bernstein/Kane scene, Marion sits in the extreme foreground, a man we do not know sits at middle distance at a desk and Hearst stands far away. Hearst has his back to them and stares out a window. The new man is MR. LEWIS, a tight banker from New York, 50's. He looks over a thick legal document on the desk as he speaks: LEWIS You will retain some editorial control over the remaining newspapers but the actual ownership will go to the Conservation Committee and the banks. We will be immediately closing 12 of the papers and the wire services. And we will be liquidating other assets as soon as possible. Most of the land in Mexico as well as your collection of art and antiquities-- MARION (quietly) Mr. Hearst spent his life collecting that art. LEWIS (ignoring her) We've been in touch with Gimbels in New York and they've agreed to hold a special sale. They're giving over an entire floor for the merchandise. You'll have to go there in person to sign the bill of sale, by the way. HEARST (softly, not turning) I'll have to sell the animals. LEWIS And we don't know whether we'll be able to retain the castle. The land has some capital and we might keep it on as an investment. Maybe break it up into smaller units for housing. A long pause Hearst finally turns and walks to them. HEARST (to Lewis) When will it come out? When will the public know? LEWIS We can't keep it a secret, sir. Once we announce the Gimbels sale and start liquidating the assets. MARION (pained) This is your whole life. Pops. Don't do it. We'll find another way.. A long beat as he looks at her. Then he quickly signs the document on the desk. He puts down the pen and leaves the room without a word INT_SAN SIMEON. STAIRWAY_NIGHT Marion sits nestled on a sweeping marble stairway Weeping INT_NIGHTCLUB. HOLLYWOOD_NIGHT A swank benefit dinner is in progress A band plays A banner hangs over the nightclub stage: CHILDREN'S MILK FUND BENEFIT, 1940 We float through the elegant crowd and spy Louis B. Mayer and Louella; Clark Gable and Carole Lombard; all manner of movie stars and power brokers. We also spy Schaefer sitting with Mank and Toland and a few other men and women. The evening's EMCEE takes the stage EMCEE Next up we have a real treat. It's Orson Welles. Now, during the rehearsal for the benefit tonight Orson banished everyone from the club so he could proceed in utmost secrecy. But you all know how Orson is! Laughter from the crowd EMCEE So, lets give a big round of applause for Mr. Orson Welles and Miss Rita Hayworth. Polite applause as Welles bounds to the stage with RITA HAYWORTH and the band begins to play a buoyant tune. Schaefer practically drops his fork Welles is dressed in a padded costume and made up in a way that can suggest no one but William Randolph Hearst. Rita Hayworth is dressed in a manner mightily like Marion Davies. Louella glances to Mayer, daggers. Some knowing laughter from the audience. Particularly Mank A line of chorus girls hoof on and join Welles and Rita Hayworth as a row of harsh footlights snap on, giving the scene a resemblance to the "Charlie Kane" dance in CITIZEN KANE. And Welles launches into a jaunty song and dance version of "DISGUSTINGLY RICH" an almost unknown Rodgers and Hart song;'. Welles has wickedly changed some of the lines. ' WELLES "I'll buy everything I wear at Saks. I'll print gossip and I'll call it facts RITA HAYWORTH "Swear like a trooper, Live in a stupor-- WELLES AND RITA HAYWORTH "Just disgustingly rich! WELLES "I'll make money and I'll make it quick, Starting little wars I think are slick. Smother her in sables, Like Betty Grable's-- Just disgustingly rich. "I'll build a castle, That'll cost a passel. And as a resident, I will pan the president I'll aspire, Higher and Higher. "I'll get married and I'll buy a girl, So darn pretty that your head will swirl RITA HAYWORTH "Swimming in highballs-- Stewed to the eyeballs-- WELLES AND RITA HAYWORTH "Just disgustingly rich! Welles, Rita Hayworth and the chorines do a nifty soft-shoe turn as Schaefer turns to Mank: SCHAEFER (seriously) He truly doesn't care if he ever works again. MANK Yeah, ain't it swell? Welles and Rita Hayworth conclude their little dance break and Welles resumes the song: WELLES "Ev'ry summer I will sail the sea, On my little yacht the Normandie, Pet my little dachshund friends, Kiss Louella's big rear end, Just disgustingly rich. About here Louella storms out. "I'll eat salmon, I'll play backgammon. Turn breakfast into brunch, I'll take Thomas Ince to lunch I'll aspire, Higher and Higher. About here Louis B Mayer and a few others storm out. RITA HAYWORTH "He'll be photographed with Myrna Loy, Just to prove he is a glamour boy. WELLES "Perfumed and scented, Slightly demented-- Just disgustingly rich RITA HAYWORTH "I'll get my capers, Into his papers. Hoping his folly would Lead me out to Hollywood. I'll aspire, Higher and higher. About here Schaefer buries his face in his hands WELLES AND RITA HAYWORTH "In the funnies and the valentines, We'll be pictured drinking Ballantine's. Dopey and screwy, Voting for Dewey. Just disgustingly-- Too, too disgustingly-- Riiiiich! " Welles and Rita Hayworth conclude the number with a big flourish. Some applause Mank stands and applauds loudly. Laughing. Welles bows solemnly to Mank EXT_NIGHTCLUB_FOLLOWING Later that night, Welles is about to climb into his limousine outside the nightclub with Rita Hayworth when Schaefer suddenly appears and grabs his lapel. WELLES (happily) George- -! Without a word, Schaefer pulls Welles roughly into an alley beside the nightclub. He slams Welles into the alley wall. SCHAEFER (brutally) This isn' t some kinda fucking game! You know how many people RKO employs?! You know how many people depend on what we do for a living?! WELLES I really think you're SCHAEFER You wanna commit suicide, fine! You got some death- wish, fine! But you will not drag this company down with you! WELLES It was a -joke, George Schaefer slaps Welles firmly across the face. Welles is stunned. SCHAEFER There are no jokes! There are people making a living. There is food on the table! Schaefer glares at him and then rages off Welles straightens his suit and then, with a shaking hand, reaches for a cigar. He tries to laugh, but cannot. INT_SCHAEFER'S OFFICE. RKO_DAY Schaefer sits at his desk, absolutely dazed. Speechless B. Mayer sits across from him. SCHAEFER Where did this money come from? beat MAYER It came. MAYER 800,000 dollars fully covers the production budget and a little more. Hell, George, you even make a profit on the deal. SCHAEFER Very generous MAYER And we gotta be clear here. I need the negative and every existing print. SCHAEFER To do what? MAYER That's for me to decide. SCHAEFER You're going to destroy it MAYER No, maybe put it on the shelf until the old man kicks it. SCHAEFER You're lying to me. MAYER We already made the same offer to the stockholders. Schaefer is stunned. SCHAEFER You talked to New York? MAYER Yes SCHAEFER You talked to Mr. Swanbeck? Pause. MAYER Yes SCHAEFER Get out MAYER You're bettin' on an inside straight this time. You'll never pull it off. SCHAEFER Get out. Mayer stands and smiles MAYER This picture, George, it'll just break your heart. Mayer goes. Schaefer sits, smelling defeat. We linger on Schaefer as a haunting echo of "I CAN'T GET STARTED" is heard. . . INT/EXT_SAN SIMEON_NIGHT We float through the estate as we hear the ghostly strains of Bunny Berigan's recording of "I CAN'T GET STARTED." It is a sad journey. By this time many of the ornate antiquities have been removed from the castle and it resembles Welles' stark and dreary Xanadu all the more. BUNNY BERIGAN "I've flown around the world in a plane, I've settled revolutions in Spain, And the North Pole I have charted, Still I can't get started with you... We float past the private zoo, now empty, the cages hanging open. We move past the tennis courts, empty. BUNNY BERIGAN "On the golf course I'm under par, Metro Goldwyn has asked me to star, I've got a house, a show place, Still I can't get no place with you. We float into the castle itself and through the stripped- down Screening Room and the Assembly Room and the Great Dining Hall. All are mere shadows of their past glory. BUNNY BERIGAN "Cause you're so supreme, Lyrics I write of you, I dream, dream day and night of you And I scheme just for the sight of you, Baby, what good does it do...? We finally float into the ballroom A record of "I CAN'T GET STARTED" spins forlornly on a turntable. And Marion and Hearst are having a quiet, poignant dance together in the middle of the empty ballroom. BUNNY BERIGAN "I've been consulted by Franklin D. Greta Garbo has had me to tea, Still I'm broken hearted Cause I can't get started with you. They finally stop dancing and stand swaying gently. Then they stop swaying. HEARST (gently) Ah, Miss Davies, the times we have seen She holds him closely as "I CAN'T GET STARTED" concludes INT_CHASEN'S RESTAURANT. PRIVATE ROOM_DAY Welles has booked a private room at Chasen's. A long banquet table contains cans of sterno heating various dishes. Large photographs of the American West and renderings from THE LIFE OF CHRIST are scattered around other tables. Welles wanders around the renderings with Gregg Toland and Mank. Welles carries a plate of food and consumes as: TOLAND See, this is the Great Salt Lake -- we do the baptism here. MANK Great scene where John the Baptist pulls your head out of the water and says, "Look up, and behold your destiny" WELLES Is that from one of the Gospels? MANK Kinda. Schaefer enters. WELLES George! Enter And Behold Schaefer blinks at the massive photos and renderings. WELLES You're not still mad at me, I hope SCHAEFER No, we're jake. But listen- WELLES Look, not a single scene shot in the studio! We've found natural locations for the whole story-- SCHAEFER Hold on a sec. I got news. We finally found somewhere to premiere KANE but-- WELLES I told you! Where? Grauman's? El Capitan? Or did Radio City come crawling back? SCHAEFER The Palace in New York. But Orson there's something else. Welles stops eating SCHAEFER I think you better sit down WELLES (evenly) I don't want to sit Beat. SCHAEFER The bosses -- the other studios -- they want to buy the film and destroy it. Absolute silence Pause SCHAEFER They came to me with an offer. 800,000 for the negative and all the prints. SCHAEFER And they went to the stockholders in New York. MANK (quietly) Oh God. SCHAEFER I been talking to Swanbeck in New York and... Orson, I think they're gonna take it A long pause as Welles looks at Schaefer Welles suddenly FLINGS his plate of food in Schaefer's direction as he ROARS: WELLES YOU STUPID, LITTLE MAN! HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN?! I GAVE YOU MY SOUL AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO SELL IT!? MANK This ain't George's doing--! Welles- rampages around the room WELLES I PUT MY LIFE INTO THAT PICTURE -- EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN -- EVERYTHING I COULD BE---IT'S CITIZEN KANE! - - IT'S ALL CITIZEN KANE! And in a screaming, bellowing fury, Welles tears apart the room. In a scene sharply reminiscent of Kane destroying Susan's bedroom, Welles rampages around the room, upsetting tables and smashing everything in reach. Welles finally grabs a flaming can of sterno and flings it at Schaefer, Schaefer knocks it away. Then Welles stands in spent exhaustion, panting. One of his hands is bleeding. He looks at Schaefer. A pause. Then: WELLES Let . . . me . . . talk to them. . . New York ... The stockholders Give me one chance. And then you will never have to see me again. INT. _GIMBELS NEW YORK _DAY The entire two-acre fifth floor of Gimbels is in chaos A large banner is suspended at one end of the floor; "The Hearst Collection." It is the first day of the sale and it is mobbed. Hearst and Marion, alone in a crowd, walk wordlessly through the mayhem. Everywhere around them hundreds of eager customers strike like hawks, snatching up useless junk and treasured antiques. We see bits and pieces of San Simeon in the jumble They pass a man and his wife, holding up Marion's -BLESS THIS CASTLE" sampler: MAN Old man Hearst owned this and I'm getting it for two bits I Hearst and Marion continue to walk, finally arriving at the section containing the true, expensive treasures. Hearst watches as customers pick up and fondle his life. He glances at a framed front page of the San Francisco Examiner. The date is March 4, 1887. In a large box on the page is: "IT IS THE ROLE OF THE PRESS TO COMFORT THE AFFLICTED AND AFFLICT THE COMFORTABLE. WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST. PUBLISHER." HEARST I can't sell this. How much are they asking? MARION (gently) Pops ... let it go. Just ... let it go He looks at her. A long moment. He tenderly touches her face. Then: HEARST Yes, I think I shall. He takes her hand and leads her away as we pull up and take in the entire fifth floor. It is a stunning KANE-like image of rows and rows of merchandise piled high. Of junk and jewels. Of Charles Foster Kane and William Randolph Hearst. INT_HOTEL ROOM. NEW YORK_NIGHT Welles sits brooding in his hotel room. His invincible energy appears gone. He is deep in thought, listlessly shuffling and reshuffling a deck of cards in one hand. He aimlessly shuffles through the cards and plucks one out. WELLES Six of spades He glances at the card. It is the nine of hearts. He shuffles through the cards again and pulls out another card. WELLES Six of spades He looks at the card. It is the two of clubs. His attention is now fully on the cards. He shuffles them dramatically and snatches out a card. He looks at it and then tosses it away. He shuffles again, working the trick, again it fails. He tosses another card away. He continues, ;' more quickly, to attempt the trick. It fails again. And ' again. With a frightened moan Welles flings the entire deck away from him and bolts out of the room... EXT_HOTEL ROOFTOP_NIGHT Welles emerges from a stairway on the roof of his hotel. He marches to the edge of the roof and leans against a railing, gasping for air. Everywhere below him the shimmering lights of Manhattan twinkle and flash; cabs and neon and noise. The night sky above him is filled with stars. He looks away from the city and up to the stars -- they captivate him fully. He stares and stares at the impossible chaos of beautiful lights. A long moment as Welles gazes at the stars. The city below and the noise seem to disappear and Welles stands, safe and at peace under the silent dome of stars. The stars are reflected in his huge, dark eyes Magically, the stars in his eyes give way to the vague shapes of men sitting around a table. Welles looks at the men. WELLES Today. We pull back to see we are at INT_RKO BOARD ROOM. NEW YORK_DAY Welles stands at the head of a long conference table. Title: APRIL 6, 1941 Around the table are gathered a group of stern businessmen Schaefer is also present. Welles looks at the men. And he speaks. For once, his usual overwrought, theatrical tones are gone. He speaks simply. WELLES Today a man from Germany invaded Greece. He has already swallowed Poland and Denmark and Norway and Belgium. He is bombing London as I speak. Everywhere this man goes he crushes the life and the freedom of his subjects. He sews yellow stars onto their lapels. He takes their voices. In this country we still have our voices. And we can sing with them. And we can argue with them. And we can be heard. Because we are . . . for the moment . . . free. No one can tell us what to say or how to say it, can they? We have no brown shirt thugs here ruling our lives, do we? No one can take our voices, can they? Because we are free. I am one voice and that is all. My picture is one voice. Men are dying in Europe now -- and Americans soon will be -- so that we can surmount the tyrants and the dictators. Will you send a message across this country that one man can take away our voices? So ... who is Mr. Hearst and who is Mr. Welles? Mr. Hearst built a palace of brick and mortar and starting little wars and corpses piled high. I built a palace of illusion. My castle Xanadu is a matte painting and camera trick. It's nothing but . . . a dream. Today you have a chance to let the dream triumph. For once. He gazes at them and then slowly walks out of the room INT_LONG HALLWAY. NEW YORK_DAY Welles sits quietly on a bench in a long hallway in a tall building. Schaefer emerges from an office and goes to him. He sits next to him. SCHAEFER We open on May 1st. Welles slowly nods. SCHAEFER Orson, what you said in there. Did you mean it? Welles looks at him. WELLES Does it matter? They believed it He stands and begins walking away. SCHAEFER Orson. Welles stops, not turning. SCHAEFER Yes. It matters. Welles continues down the hall INT_HOTEL. NEW YORK_NIGHT Title: APRIL 30, 1941 Welles is rushing to catch an elevator as the doors close He nips in at the last minute and punches his button. He turns. The elevator is deserted but for one other person: William Randolph Hearst. Welles and Hearst recognize each other instantly. As the elevator ascends the two men look at each other. A very long pause as we watch their faces -- the young man and the old man -- both men of mad grandeur and malevolent passion and stunning inspiration -- both men of incalculable achievement and measureless poignancy. Finally: WELLES Mr. Hearst, we've met once before, my name is Orson Welles and I've got a movie opening tomorrow night at the Palace. I would be pleased to get you tickets. A pause as Hearst regards Welles. Then Hearst carefully reaches over and presses the stop button on the elevator. The elevator stops. An exceedingly quiet exchange: A beat. A pause. HEARST I wonder. Do you have any idea what you have done? WELLES Do you? HEARST Intimately. For every sin you have placed on my head I could give you a hundred others. I have been swimming in blood my entire life. But I retain a belief, perhaps you will think it old fashioned, undoubtedly you will, but I believe that private lives should not be public property. WELLES Elegant words, sir, when you have made your name and your fortune on slander and innuendo and gossip. In your papers you taught the world how to look under every rock. I learned at the knee of the master. HEARST So where does that leave us, Mr. Welles? What kind of sad future are we two making? A future where men will do anything to sell their newspapers and their movies? A future where no price is too high for fame and power? When we will all scratch each other to pieces just to be heard? Can you truly envision such ... horror. Hearst presses the stop button again and the elevator begins to move. The doors opens on Hearst's floor and he leaves the elevator. The doors are about to shut on Welles when he leans forward; and roars: WELLES CHARLES FOSTER KANE WOULD HAVE ACCEPTED I The doors shut on Welles and we remain with Hearst as he slowly walks down the long hotel hallway. He walks with dignity. EXT_PALACE THEATER. NEW YORK_NIGHT It is the premiere of CITIZEN KANE, at last. The Palace Theater swarms with tuxedos and dress gowns as the elite of New York and Hollywood descend from limousines and slowly parade into the packed lobby. On the Palace marquee "ORSON WELLES" is spelled out in enormous six foot tall electric letters. Below that is "CITIZEN KANE" also in electric letters. Above the marquee is a series of towering, flashing neon Charles Foster Kanes and the words "IT'S TERRIFIC." Title; MAY l, 1941 We float down and enter the crowded lobby with the patrons... INT_PALACE THEATER. LOBBY_FOLLOWING We swirl with the throng of patrons in the lobby as they file into the theater and finally find Welles and Schaefer huddled together nervously in a corner of the lobby. They are studiously ignored and snubbed by all the movie people filtering past. SCHAEFER They're cutting us dead, every goddamn one. They are ignored by a few more people Beat WELLES It's my birthday this week. I'll be 26. SCHAEFER Happy birthday. Mank fights through the crowd MANK Monstro! Ran into Walter Winchell outside He wants to play Herod in the picture. Hiya, George. SCHAEFER Herman. MANK (lighting a cigar) So ain't this just the bee's knees? The high muckey-mucks dolled up all Aztec-like for the human sacrifice. WELLES You gonna watch? MANK Hell, I know how it ends. (He calls to a passing stranger) Hey, Rosebud's the sled! WELLES Mank! MANK Face it, Orson, they're gonna hate it. I told you, not enough closeups and too many scenes with a bunch of New York actors. SCHAEFER (pained) Oh God. . . WELLES Relax, George. It's gonna go great. Trust me. Have I ever lied to you? Schaefer looks at him for a moment SCHAEFER You know something, Orson, you haven't done anything but lie to me from the moment we met. But, ya know, I'd do it again in a second. WELLES It was fun, wasn't it? SCHAEFER (quietly) It was the best, kid WELLES So, on to the Life Of Christ! SCHAEFER Without me. I'm afraid. I got the axe this morning. MANK Shit WELLES George... SCHAEFER Forget it. Cause you know something.. When I'm an old coot playing dominoes down in Miami Beach fifty years from now, I'll say, "Hey, you kids ever heard of a guy named Randolph Hearst?" And they'll say, "Nope. Never heard of him." And then I'll say, "Hey, you ever heard of a picture called CITIZEN KANE?" And they will have. That's enough for me. Pats Welles arm and goes into the theater WELLES (softly) What have I done? MANK Aw, cheer up, George'll probably be running Fox by the morning. Let's get a drink. Mank pulls at Welles' arm. WELLES But the picture... Mank stops and looks at him deeply. MANK (quietly) Kid, you know how it ends too. It ends sadly. He pulls Welles away from the theater and down the street. INT. PALACE THEATER - NIGHT We watch the faces In the flickering blue light we watch the audience as we hear Bernard Hermann's evocative and haunting opening music to CITIZEN KANE. We slowly move across a sea of faces as the music plays. For everyone, especially the movie people, what they are seeing is a revelation and a revolution. It is a whole new way of seeing the world. We see their amazement as they are mesmerized -- and their confusion as they are challenged. And we see George Schaefer, quietly proud. Bernard Hermann's opening music continues to play until we finally hear; "KANE" "Rosebud... And the world of movies is forever changed INT DESERTED BAR. NEW YORK NIGHT Welles and Mank are sitting in a rundown, deserted bar WELLES You know, all this nightmare we went through with Hearst. The whole thing... And in the end, probably no one will ever remember the picture anyway. MANK Yeah, you're probably right. A beat. Mank takes a drink. MANK I'll tell ya something, kid. When you make your masterpiece at 26 it's a bitch. I mean. where do you go from here? A long pause Then Welles speaks, softly. WELLES Will burn. Burn up. Burn out. But oh, what a flame He looks at Mank and toasts. WELLES Cheers. And Orson Welles smiles. Indomitable. THE END.