A Night in Casablanca Page #5

I missed my connections.

It's not easy

to make connections in Casablanca.

I missed a few myself tonight.

Encore! Number five repeats again.

My assistant will carry to the cashier.

You want to bet them all again

on number five?

You crazy. You lose that money.

We got to save something for a rainy day.

That's impossible, monsieur.

Gambling?

This gentleman has won twice

on number five...

- and he wants to bet them again.

- That's his hard luck.

But, monsieur, it is far over the limit.

If he wins, he will break the bank.

Who cares about the bank?

I'm running a hotel.

- You idiot. The bank is the hotel.

- Keep your medals on, fat boy.

You know what the odds are

against a number repeating three times?

I've seen it happen before,

and if it does, it will break the bank.

Not if I roll the wheel.

Sure you want to go through with this?

Remember what happened in 1929? Okay.

- Stop that wheel.

- Sorry, monsieur. The play has started.

Three times in a row. What a sucker.

Number five.

The richest sucker in Casablanca.

Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

Five.

No kiss me.

It is very obvious

that this was a conspiracy.

Your manager and those two hoodlums

are always together.

They've been waiting for this opportunity.

Don't you see that?

I have found out he was never

the manager of the Desert View Hotel.

He ran a small motel in the desert.

He's an impostor.

You saw how he broke the rule

and spun the wheel himself.

You saw how the silent one gave

that secretary a share of the winnings.

- You're right.

- We've been tricked.

- That crook.

- Worse.

He may be one of the gang

that's been murdering your managers.

I never thought of that.

Count, if it is not too late, I humbly

offer you the position of manager.

I accept, but under one condition:

That you give orders

for the arrest of this gang of thieves...

and the recovery of the money

they have stolen.

Arrest them at once for conspiracy

to defraud, to rob us, to cheat us.

Annette, don't cry. Don't be sad.

We gonna get you out.

- How?

- You ask me? It's all your fault.

You let Rusty break the bank.

Didrt I warn him he was a sucker

to play number five again?

That's right. It's your fault.

- Hello, fellows.

- Where are you going?

Come on.

- Come on, you.

- Let me talk to her a minute.

Where are they taking you?

To Paris, by plane,

to be tried by the military authorities.

Don't worry.

We'll get out of this somehow.

Maybe a miracle will happen.

I believe in miracles.

Come on, you.

That's tough.

That's what you call tough luck.

Why do you do that?

Those are his pinup girls.

I've met a lot of pinup girls,

but I've never been able to pin one down.

Say, that's not a bad-looking dish.

Who is it?

I don't know. Her name's Rembrandt.

Rembrandt. If that signature's Rembrandt,

it must be part of the treasure.

The treasure.

Rusty, where you get that?

You know where the treasure is? You do?

He knows where the treasure is.

Now we got to get out of here.

- How?

- How? Again he ask me how.

Help! Guard, hurry up, please!

- Prison guard, hurry up!

- Mad frog... Mad dog!

- Mad dog! Get a dog doctor.

- What is the matter with him?

- He's dreaming of a White Christmas.

- White Christmas?

Quit that shouting.

Keep quiet. We'll never escape

if you keep screaming.

You learn to keep quiet, that's all.

Come on, get her out of there.

Here we go now.

- The jewels are all accounted for.

- Let's start packing.

- Have you told Beatrice yet?

- I don't have to.

- She'll find out when we leave her.

- She'll talk.

Let her talk. Wort do any good.

We'll be in South America by then.

Very well. Mach schnell.

Hello? Operator.

Will you please give me

the Prefect of Police? Quickly.

I want to speak to Capt. Bruzard. Yes.

I don't wanna hear a word out of you.

That might be for Capt. Bruzard.

He should be here, taking care of business.

No wonder this place is half empty.

It's a crime the way this jail is run.

Go ahead.

Answer it before somebody else does.

Hello?

May I speak to Capt. Bruzard?

This is Beatrice Reiner talking.

Of course, Mademoiselle Reiner.

For you, your eyes,

your cheeks, your hair...

my whole chair is at your disposal.

You belong here.

What? The Count? The treasure?

I'll be right over.

The Count's trying to get away.

- We got to stop him.

- That's easy talk. How?

Say, that's an idea. Attention.

All prison guards and personnel

will assemble in the courtyard.

Emergency. Come on.

You go to the airport and get Pierre.

We go to the hotel.

I hope you can stop the Count

till I get Pierre.

We try.

- They're packing.

- That's what they think. We're unpacking.

Kurt, Emile, is that you?

No.

Come in.

Kurt, Emile, come in.

What is this?

- What's the matter, Max?

- That lid of the trunk lid fell on my hand.

Come on, have a drink.

Emile, come here.

Did I or did I not pack this trunk?

I don't know.

You must have put it on top

and it fell down.

I see. Pick it up.

Put it down. We pack that later.

I have some more stuff in there.

Hurry up.

Go down and continue loading the truck.

Okay, Max.

Max, the boxes are all in the truck.

Come here. Look at me.

Am I crazy?

Why, no.

Max, what is the matter with you?

Two minutes ago,

I put some shirts by the mirror...

Disappeared. All my clothes are gone.

I just went through the closet.

There is not one suit left.

Not one suit!

Max, look.

Let's get out of here, quick.

Kurt, here are some important documents.

Be careful how you pack them.

- Give back my pen. I need it.

- What pen?

- The pen I just gave you.

- You didn't...

- Are you mad?

- But, Max...

Don't contradict me.

- Your Excellency, I apologize.

- Accepted. Take this and pack it.

Yes, sir.

What's keeping Pierre?

We can't keep this up much longer.

Take it easy.

This isn't the first time I've hid in a closet.

Upside down.

Get this crate on the truck.

I have some more things to pack.

I'm sorry. We're all filled up.

Kurt, be careful with that crate.

Remember, there are some jewels

in there.

What is holding us up?

The trucks are ready.

I don't know.

Somehow this trunk got upside down.

Look at this mess.

If you want to get out of here, help me.

Quick. Come on.

What are you doing in here?

I have new respect for the Count.

He sure knows to pack a trunk.

- We've got to get out of here.

- That presents a very interesting problem.

Don't you fellows know better

than to open a trunk without knocking?

The treasure. They're getting away with it.

- It's forbidden to talk to him.

- You must let him go. It's important.

It's an opportunity

to do something for your country.

Come on.

That's Pierre and Annette.

Stop!

- Pierre, you pass some trucks?

- Yeah.

That's the treasure.

They're on their way to the airport.

That must be the secret field

I saw on the map...

when I searched Pffermars rooms.

Come on, get in.

There it is. Step on it.

Take this car and get Bruzard.

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