A Night in Casablanca Page #6

We've got to stop that plane.

- You haven't got a P-38 on you, have you?

- Come on, let's go.

Fellows, look. Let's get to that truck.

Why don't you take off?

I can't. I have to head into the wind

with this load.

All right then, hurry up.

- Pierre, get closer.

- I can't, Corbaccio.

Fellows, look. A ladder.

Help!

Are you crazy? What are we gonna do?

Cut the switches.

Rusty, stop it.

What are we gonna do?

We'll have to keep going

till we run out of gas.

- We've only got 2,000 gallons left.

- Stop or we'll all be killed.

Put your foot on something down there.

- Hurry.

- Help!

- What's the matter?

- We've got to revive him.

He's the only one

who can handle this plane.

Sure.

Look out.

- Come on, you sleeping beauty.

- Get up, there. We'll all be killed.

Hop into that seat there, brother.

Hey, you. Get up front.

The master race.

Look out for that car.

Here it is Thursday,

we're running into a Sunday driver.

- Back on firma terra.

- Back on North Africa.

I knew you could do it.

Look out for this car.

Saved.

Follow them.

Here we are, up in the air.

What a stupid remark that is.

Doolittle,

you just went through a red light.

Look, no hands.

No hands?

- We're back in jail.

- Home again.

There goes the pilot.

Come on in. We got your room ready.

You... I'll get...

You traitor.

Heinrich Stubel,

I arrest you for the murders...

of the three managers

of the Hotel Casablanca.

Du Schweinund!

Now, there's a man with both feet

on the ground, until they hang him.

Look!

If a thing like that

could only happen to me.

English

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes