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MRS CHRISTIAN:
Yes, how theatrical. So you've gone
on the record, and now perhaps you
should just be gone.
Longdale's irritated, but has no choice. He walks away.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
Have a pleasant evening.
(to Welles)
Will you have tea, Mister Welles?
WELLES:
Thank you.
Mrs. Christian begins pouring tea from the service on a
table. Welles watches Longdale exit.
WELLES:
He's odd.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
He's a lawyer.
(offers tea)
Please, sit, here...
Welles accepts a dainty tea cup and saucer, taking a seat.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
I've spoken to friends of mine and
my husband's, in Harrisburg, in
Lancaster and Hershey. Asking about
you. I must say you have friends in
influential places.
WELLES:
I've been privileged to provide
services for people I admire.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
You are highly recommended. Praised
for your discretion... your strict
adherence to confidentiality.
Welles nods, sipping tea.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
As you know, my husband passed away
recently. Two weeks ago now.
WELLES:
My condolences.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
His passing has left me with...
something of a dilemma. A terrible,
terrible dilemma.
WELLES:
I'll do whatever I can to help.
Mrs. Christian studies Welles.
INT. CHRISTIAN HOUSE, MR CHRISTIAN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT
Mrs. Christian and Welles enter. This office has been lived
in for a lifetime. Giant DESK. AMERICAN FLAG. Walls
covered in old b+w PHOTOGRAPHS and ACHIEVEMENTS. A large,
baked enamel sign nailed up, "CHRISTIAN STEEL."
MRS CHRISTIAN:
His inner sanctum.
Welles looks up at the OIL PAINTING over the fireplace: MR.
CHRISTIAN, a powerful, old man, posed with a dark, teeming,
industrial landscape behind him.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
Not many people have been inside
this room.
Welles examines PHOTOS of Mr. Christian visiting various
STEEL PLANTS, COAL MINES and ground-breaking ceremonies,
shaking hands with WORKMEN, with POLITICIANS.
WELLES:
Pittsburgh?
MRS CHRISTIAN:
Mostly. That's where he started his
empire building.
(looks up at portrait)
He was a good man. Notorious as an
eccentric, but that was something he
cultivated. He wanted to be
legendary.
WELLES:
He succeeded.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
We were married forty-five years.
Hard even for me to imagine. We had
our troubles. There were plenty of
places for him to be other than
here, but he was always loyal to me,
and I to him. I loved him deeply.
Welles waits.
MRS CHRISTIAN:
Do you carry a gun, Mr. Welles?
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