RKO 281 Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1999
- 86 min
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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 f*** 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:
MANK:
F*** 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 f***-
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 f*** did you ever CREATE? You're
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:
F*** 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 f***ing time and I don't have it anymore.
All that is over for me--
WELLES:
(roars)
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?
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