yes, and maybe he didn't.
i know, but -
yes, sir.
but don't you think if we release it now - he's only been dead four days it might be better than if -
i'll get to it right away, mr. rawlston.
i'll have a highball.
oh! i thought maybe we could have a drink together?
if you'd just let me talk to you for a little while, miss alexander. all i want to ask you.
i'm sorry. maybe some other time -
i'm not from a newspaper exactly,
she's plastered, isn't she?
i'll come down in a week or so and see her again. say, you might be able to help me. when she used to talk about kane - did she ever happen to say anything - about rosebud?
that's all right.
that's all i'm interested in.
no. tell me something, miss anderson. you're not rosebud, are you?
i didn't think you were. well, thanks for the use of the hall.
well, mr. bernstein, you were with mr. kane from the very beginning -
- we thought maybe, if we can find out what he meant by that last word - as he was dying -
not some girl he knew casually and then remembered after fifty years, on his death bed -
i'm calling on people who knew mr. kane. i'm calling on you.
well, i went down to atlantic city -
you know why? she was so -
i'm going back there.
nobody else, but i've been through that stuff of walter thatcher's. that journal of his -
he made an awful lot of money.
i guess mr. kane didn't think so well of susie's art anyway.
well, then, how could he write that roast? the notices in the kane papers were always very kind to her.
it didn't end very well, did it?
yes -
in case you'd like to know, mr. bernstein, he's at the huntington memorial hospital on 180th street.
nothing particular the matter with him, they tell me. just -
mr. leland, you were -
sorry, mr. leland.
maybe you could remember something that -
it's a letter from her lawyers.
rawlston is my boss.
he knows the first mrs. kane socially - that's the answer we got.
was he in love?
yes.
that must have been love.
sure.
sure, mr. leland. i'll be glad to.
i'd rather you just talked. anything that comes into your mind - about yourself and mr. kane.
how did you meet him?
what did you get?
he married you, didn't he?
what about that apartment?
the last ten years have been tough on a lot of people.
i feel kind of sorry for him, all the same -
monday, with some of the boys from the office. mr. rawlston wants the whole place photographed carefully - all that art stuff. we run a picture magazine, you know -
queer?
sentimental fellow, aren't you?
well, thanks a lot.
we're leaving tonight. as soon as they're through photographing the stuff -
millions - if anybody wants it.
oh, i don't know. they'll clear all right.
charles foster kane.
no, i didn't.
not much.
playing with a jigsaw puzzle - i talked to a lot of people who knew him.
well - it's become a very clear picture. he was the most honest man who ever lived, with a streak of crookedness a yard wide. he was a liberal and a reactionary; he was tolerant - "live and let live" - that was his motto. but he had no use for anybody who disagreed with him on any point, no matter how small it was. he was a loving husband and a good father - and both his wives left him and his son got himself killed about as shabbily as you can do it. he had a gift for friendship such as few men have - he broke his oldest friend's heart like you'd throw away a cigarette you were through with. outside of that -
no, i don't. not much anway. charles foster kane was a man who got everything he wanted, and then lost it. maybe rosebud was something he couldn't get or lost. no, i don't think it explains anything. i don't think any word explains a man's life. no - i guess rosebud is just a piece in a jigsaw puzzle - a missing piece.
we'd better get along. we'll miss the train.