Casablanca Page #13

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Annina shakes her head.

RICK:

No, of course not. Do you mind

if I do?

ANNINA:

No.

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Rick pours himself a drink

ANNINA:

Monsieur Rick, what kind of man is

Captain Renault?

RICK:

Oh, he's just like any other man,

only more so.

ANNINA:

No, I mean, is he trustworthy? Is

his word —

RICK:

-- Now, just a minute. Who told you

to ask me that?

ANNINA:

He did. Captain Renault did.

RICK:

I thought so. Where's your husband?

ANNINA:

At the roulette table, trying to win

enough for our exit visa. Well of

course, he's losing.

Rick looks at her closely.

RICK:

How long have you been married?

ANNINA:

Eight weeks. We come from Bulgaria.

Oh, things are very bad there,

Monsieur. A devil has the people

by the throat. So, Jan and I, we,

we do not want our children to grow

up in such a country.

RICK:

(wearily)

So you decided to go to America.

ANNINA:

Yes, but we have not much money,

and travelling is so expensive and

difficult. It was much more than

we thought to get here. And then

Captain Renault sees us and he is

so kind. He wants to help us.

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RICK:

Yes, I'll bet.

ANNINA:

He tells me he can give us an exit

visa, but we have no money.

RICK:

Does he know that?

ANNINA:

Oh, yes.

RICK:

And he is still willing to give you

a visa?

ANNINA:

Yes, Monsieur.

RICK:

And you want to know --

ANNINA:

-- Will he keep his word?

RICK:

He always has .

There is a silence. Annina is very disturbed.

ANNINA:

Oh, Monsieur, you are a man. If

someone loved you very much, so that

your happiness was the only thing

that she wanted in the whole world,

but she did a bad thing to make

certain of it, could you forgive

her?

Rick stares off into space.

RICK:

Nobody ever loved me that much.

ANNINA:

And he never knew, and the girl kept

this bad thing locked in her heart?

That would be all right, wouldn't

it?

RICK:

(harshly)

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You want my advice?

ANNINA:

Oh, yes, please.

RICK:

Go back to Bulgaria.

ANNINA:

Oh, but if you knew what it means to

us to leave Europe, to get to

America! Oh, but if Jan should find

out! He is such a boy. In many

ways I am so much older than he is.

RICK:

Yes, well, everybody in Casablanca

has problems . Yours may work out .

You'll excuse me.

Rick abruptly rises.

ANNINA:

(tonelessly)

Thank you, Monsieur.

He quickly goes off, leaving Annina alone at the table.

She remains seated, too demoralized to move.

While Rick checks the reservation list, Ilsa and Laszlo enter

the cafe.

In the background we hear Sam playing, ironically enough,

"It Had to Be You."

Rick greets Ilsa and Laszlo.

RICK:

Good evening.

LASZLO:

Good evening. You see, here we

are again.

RICK:

I take that as a great compliment to

Sam.

(to Ilsa)

I suppose he means to you Paris of,

well, happier days.

Laszlo looks around.

ILSA:

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(quietly)

He does. Could we have a table

close to him?

LASZLO:

And as far away from Major Strasser

as possible.

RICK:

Well, the geography may be a little

difficult to arrange.

Rick snaps his fingers for the headwaiter.

RICK:

Paul! Table thirty!

HEADWAITER:

(to Ilsa and Laszlo)

Yes, sir. Right this way, if you

please .

RICK:

(to Ilsa)

I'll have Sam play "As Time Goes

By." I believe that's your favorite

tune .

ILSA:

(smiling)

Thank you.

Rick walks over to Sam and whispers something to him. Sam

stops what he is playing and begins "As Time Goes By."

He shakes his head as Rick leaves.

A waiter appears at Ilsa and Laszlo 's table.

LASZLO:

Two cognacs, please.

CUT TO:

INT. RICK'S CAFE - GAMBLING ROOM - NIGHT

Jan sits at the roulette table. He has only three chips

left and seems bewildered.

As Rick comes up the croupier speaks to Jan.

CROUPIER:

Do you wish to place another bet, sir?

JAN:

No, no, I guess not.

Rick stands behind Jan.

RICK:

(to Jan)

Have you tried twenty-two tonight?

I said, twenty-two.

Jan looks at Rick, then at the chips in his hand.

He paues, then puts the chips on twenty-two.

Rick and the croupier exchange looks. The croupier

understands what Rick wants him to do. He spins the wheel.

Carl follows the proceedings, fascinated.

The wheel stops spinning.

CROUPIER:

(in French)

Twenty-two, black, twenty-two.

A winner. Renault, at a nearby table, takes notice of what

is happening.

The croupier pushes a pile of chips onto twenty-two and Jan

reaches for it.

RICK:

(not even looking at Jan)

Leave it there.

Jan hesitates, then withdraws his hands.

Carl continues to watch.

The wheel spins. Nobody speaks while it spins. It stops.

CROUPIER:

Twenty-two, black.

Another winner. The croupier shoves a pile of chips toward

Jan .

RICK:

(to Jan)

Cash it in and don't come back.

Jan rises to go to the cashier.

A CUSTOMER complains to Carl.

CUSTOMER:

Say, are you sure this place is honest?

CARL:

(fervently)

Honest! As honest as the day is long!

Meanwhile, Rick has walked over to the croupier.

RICK:

How we doing tonight?

CROUPIER:

Well, a couple of thousand less than

I thought there would be.

Rick smiles slightly and goes toward the door.

Annina runs up to him and hugs him.

ANNINA:

Monsieur Rick, I --

RICK:

-- He's just a lucky guy.

CARL:

(solicitously)

Monsieur Rick, may I get you a cup

of coffee?

RICK:

No thanks, Carl.

CARL:

Monsieur Rick!

Renault, seeing that Jan has won, gets up from his table to

follow Rick. Jan and Annina stop him on the way.

JAN:

Captain Renault, may I --

RENAULT:

-- Oh, not here, please. Come to

my office in the morning. We'll

do everything business-like.

JAN:

We'll be there at six.

RENAULT:

I'll be there at ten. I am very

happy for both of you. Still, it's

very strange that you won.

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He looks over and sees Rick.

RENAULT:

Well, maybe not so strange. I'll

see you in the morning.

ANNINA:

Thank you so much, Captain Renault.

CUT TO:

INT. RICK'S CAFE - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

At the bar, Carl whispers in Sacha's ear. Sacha says "No!"

and runs to Rick.

SACHA:

Boss, you've done a beautiful thing.

He kisses Rick on both cheeks.

RICK:

Go away, you crazy Russian!

Carl pours a brandy for Rick.

Pretending not to do so, Rick glances in Ilsa's direction.

Renault comes up to him.

RENAULT:

As I suspected, you're a rank

sentimentalist .

RICK:

Yeah? Why?

RENAULT:

(chidingly)

Why do you interfere with my little

romances?

RICK:

Put it down as a gesture to love.

RENAULT:

(good-naturedly)

Well, I forgive you this time.

But I'll be in tomorrow night

with a breathtaking blonde, and

it will make me very happy if

she loses. Uh huh!

He smiles and walks away. Laszlo comes up to Rick.

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LASZLO:

Monsieur Blaine, I wonder if I could

talk to you?

RICK:

Go ahead.

LASZLO:

Well, isn't there some other place?

It's rather confidential, what I

have to say.

RICK:

My office.

LASZLO:

Right .

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RICK'S CAFE - OFFICE - NIGHT

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