A Night in Casablanca Page #2

If he orders a one-minute egg, give him

a chicken and let him work it out himself.

There must be some mistake.

This man is impossible.

I know, but beggars cannot be choosers.

I hope he doesn't have any more ideas.

And now, gentlemen,

I've got another idea.

Yes, monsieur, another idea?

The next thing we're gonna do

is change the numbers on all the rooms.

But the guests, they would go into

the wrong rooms. Think of the confusion.

Yes, but think of the fun.

Please, Capitaine, we must not annoy

Monsieur Kornblow with more questions.

I presume you are tired

after your long journey.

Perhaps you would like to lie down.

Your office. Your desk.

Please be seated.

I'm a different man behind a desk,

as any stenographer can tell you.

But what I want to know is,

why are they burying the last manager?

And don't tell me it's because he's dead.

But you are alarming yourself

over nothing.

Monsieur Rolazoides died a natural death.

And what happened to the manager

that preceded him?

We caught him stealing money.

We were forced to discharge him.

I see. You want a manager

that doesn't steal money.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- Please do not take offense.

You're making a mountain

out of a molehill.

That's quite a trick.

You try that sometime.

You notice we did not mention

your salary?

You're darn right I have. What about it?

- You get 500 francs a week.

- Fair enough.

- What about my laundry?

- Laundry?

- Yes. The stuff that doesn't come back.

- We pick up your laundry once a month.

If you wait that long,

you won't be able to pick it up.

- Pierre.

- Annette, what are you doing here?

Darling, I had to come.

I found this in the hotel.

It may mean something.

"Kruss and Company, Berlin."

This was made for Heinrich Stubel.

- Do you have a hotel guest named Stubel?

- Not that I know of.

'Course if you have,

he's probably changed his name.

Stubel was a big-shot Nazi

stationed in Paris.

Maybe this is the lead

you've been waiting for.

Maybe. Run back to the hotel as fast as

you can and put this in the lost-and-found.

I doubt he'll be so stupid as to ask for it,

but just in case.

All right. Bye.

Imprisoned. Helpless.

Unable to show my face.

Trapped in this room all the time.

This is an animal existence.

- Please control yourself.

- Control yourself, she says.

Me, Heinrich Stubel,

defeated by a stupid toupee.

A wig, a few strands of hair.

Why do I have to have

this scar on my head...

to brand me, to mark me?

I have an idea.

What is it?

I shall see you later.

- Be careful, don't arouse suspicion.

- Don't worry.

See who it is. Quick.

You've got my toupee.

Give it to me, quick.

Thank you.

Du Schweinund. You inferior ape.

- Let me. Just once.

- Go ahead.

Kurt, he wants to have a duel.

Wonderful.

- And it's been so long since Heidelberg.

- Cut him up a little.

I shall enjoy watching.

It will soothe me to see someone in pain.

Very well.

Without my toupee, I have nowhere to go.

We shall wait.

Come out, you dog.

He thinks that will protect him

against me...

the finest swordsman in Bavaria.

We shall duel according to tradition.

Give me your sword.

Gentlemen, choose your weapons.

That fool.

Only one.

- For that, he will get another cut.

- I shall enjoy watching.

Now, gentlemen, back to back.

When I count three, you walk five paces,

then you turn and defend yourselves.

One, two, three, go.

One, two, three, four, five. En garde.

Over there.

Kurt, it seems as if

he's making a fool of you.

Just wait.

Very well. Remember Heidelberg.

Get him.

- Very good, Kurt.

- Pick up your sword.

- What's the matter with you, Kurt?

- Stand still and fight.

Kurt, come on.

Show your swordsmanship.

Jawohl!

For that, I'm going to kill you.

Down on your knees, you swine.

- You're wasting your time. Cut him up.

- Get up and fight!

I would like to see a little blood.

Hello.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks. Cigar?

- No, thanks.

- You want a light?

How are things down the other end?

This is like living in Pittsburgh,

if you can call that living.

I am Beatrice Reiner. I stop at the hotel.

I'm Ronald Kornblow. I stop at nothing.

- I am looking for something.

- Arert we all?

Mr. Kornblow, I lost my diamond clip...

and I thought it might have turned up

in the lost-and-found department.

The lost-and-found department.

Just slink yourself over this way.

Here we are in the lost-and-found.

I'm lost, and you're found.

My clip, please.

I'll take a look. If I can't find the clip...

perhaps I can interest you

in something else.

You think you lost something?

Get a load of this, a toupee.

- Who could have lost that?

- Some guy must have blown his top.

But I just love your hair.

It's so soft and silky.

Silky now, but next year I'm getting nylon.

I think you're the most beautiful woman

in the whole world.

Do you really?

No, but I don't mind lying

if it'll get me somewheres.

- I shall be in the Supper Club tonight.

- Supper Club?

- Yes. Will you join me?

- Why? Are you coming apart?

Come on now.

You wouldn't say no to a lady.

I don't know why not.

They always say no to me.

If you come to the Supper Club,

I shall sing some opera for you.

Bye-bye, now.

And remember...

I shall be singing only for you.

You don't have to sing for me.

Just whistle.

That reminds me,

I must get my watch fixed.

Come on now.

Everyone sings with me, all right?

Bravo. That was wonderful.

- Beatrice, you were magnificent.

- Thank you, Count.

We take no more chances with Kornblow.

We get rid of him tonight.

- Tonight?

- Yes.

Make a rendezvous with him later.

Some quiet corner away from the hotel.

Say, 11:
00.

- Exactly what corner?

- Rue Lafayette.

- Very well.

- Waiter.

You will find an excuse

to leave here in time.

You will drive the car and you will see to it

that it looks like a traffic accident.

And make it fatal. That's all, waiter.

- All right, what do you want?

- Not so quick, my friend. It costs money.

What are you talking about?

You know I'm broke.

I also know that you're looking for a man

who wears a toupee.

You know who he is?

This means everything to me.

If you know who he is, tell me.

The wheel has been unkind to me tonight.

I should like to try again.

- It would only take a few hundred francs.

- I'll pay you, I promise.

- A croupier doesn't accept promises.

- Tell me his name.

If you happen to find a few hundred francs,

I'll be at the Brass Monkey.

What's the matter?

You need some money?

Don't worry, Corbaccio. I'll get what I want

from that rat without money.

He'll never get nothing from that rat

without money.

That rat's just like me.

What I say? I'm crazy.

You know, I'm worried about Pierre.

We got to get him some money.

You get him some money?

Not that way. Come on.

There is no room in the club.

But of course, monsieur.

There is always room for one more.

Set up a table for two. Follow me.

Rusty, you see that guy?

He's got the good idea.

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