Casablanca

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RENAULT: Ricky, I'll miss you -- apparently, you are the only one in Casablanca that has even fewer scruples than I.

RICK: Thanks. Oh, and, uh, by the way, Louis, come for Laszlo alone. See, I'm- I'm taking no chances on a double-cross -- even from you.

RENAULT: Double cross? Why, Ricky--!

RICK: Well, you might get ideas about putting me in jail for selling those letters, you know. Well, don't forget -- a half an hour before plane time, alone.

RENAULT: Don't worry, Ricky. This is an honor I'll share with no one.

[STORY CONTINUES LATER THAT NIGHT AT RICK'S CAFE]

LASZLO: Monsieur Blaine, I don't know how to thank you.

RICK: There's no time for that.

You won't have any trouble in Lisbon, will you?

LASZLO: No, it's all arranged.

RICK: Good. I've got the letters right here, all made out in blank. All you have to do is fill in the signatures.

[CAPTAIN RENAULT STEPS INTO THE ROOM]

RENAULT: Victor Laszlo! Victor Laszlo you're under arrest ... on the charge of accessory to the murder of the couriers from whom these letters were stolen. Oh, you're surprised about my friend, Ricky? The explanation is quite simple. Love, it seems, has triumphed over virtue. Thank....

RICK: Not so fast, Louis. Nobody's going to be arrested, not for a while yet.

RENAULT: What? Rick, put that gun down. Have you lost your mind?

RICK: Stay where you are, Louis. I wouldn't like to shoot you. But I will if you take one more step toward me. Keep your hands away from your pistol.

RENAULT: Well, I suppose you know what you're doing but I wonder if you realize what this means, Rick?

RICK: Perfectly. In fact, Captain Renault, we'll take you along as our hostage so there won't be any trouble at the airport.

[RICK FORCES CAPTAIN RENAULT TO DRIVE HIM, ILSA, AND LASZLO TO CASABLANCA'S SMALL AIRPORT. THEY ARRIVE AT THE AIRPORT AND GET OUT OF THE CAR]

RICK: Only ten minutes till the plane leaves. We have to hurry.

LASZLO: I'll go get the luggage aboard. Coming, Ilsa ?

ILSA: No, I'll wait here with Rick and the captain.

LASZLO: I'll be right back.

[LASZLO WALKS AWAY]

RICK: Those letters of transit are blank, Louis. You fill in the names. That'll make it even more official.

RENAULT: Ah, you think of everything, Ricky.

RICK: The names to fill in are... Mr. and Mrs. Victor Laszlo.

ILSA: Mister--? But why my name, Richard?

RICK: Because you're getting on that plane.

ILSA: But I--! What about you?

RICK: I'm staying here to keep Captain Renault company till the plane leaves.

ILSA: No, no, Richard! What has happened to you? Last night, we--

RICK: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.

ILSA: But, Richard, no, I... I...

RICK: Now, you've got to listen to me! Do you have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both end up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?

RENAULT: I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.

ILSA: You're saying this only to make me go.

RICK: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

ILSA: But what about us?

RICK: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have it, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.

ILSA: When I said I would never leave you--

RICK: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.

[Ilsa begins to cry]

Now, now...Here's looking at you kid.

LASZLO: Everything is in order. Are you ready, Ilsa ?

RICK: Laszlo, there's something I'd like you to know before you leave.

LASZLO: I know, Monsieur Rick. Ilsa has told me all I need to know about you and herself. I don't ask you to explain anything.

RICK: Well, I'm going to anyway. Might make a difference to you later. Last night, Ilsa tried everything to get those letters. When nothing else worked she did her best to pretend that she was still in love with me. That was all over long ago. For your sake, she tried to pretend it wasn't. And I tried to let her pretend.

ILSA: Richard...

LASZLO: Monsieur Blaine, welcome back in the fight. This time our side will win. Shall we board the plane, Ilsa ?

ILSA: Yes, Victor. I'm ready. God bless you, Richard.

RICK: Goodbye.

[ILSA AND LASZLOW WALK TO THE AIRPLANE]

RENAULT: Well, I suppose you know this isn't going to be pleasant for either of us, Ricky. I have to arrest you, of course.

RICK: When the plane leaves, Louis.

RENAULT: Sooner, I'm afraid, Ricky. Here comes Major Strasser.

RICK: You'd better keep quiet, Louis, I'd hate to have to shoot you now.

STRASSER: Why did you ask me to come to the airport, Captain?

RENAULT: Well, I was afraid Victor Laszlo might be leaving on this plane, sir.

STRASSER: Of all the ridiculous ideas, Captain.

RENAULT: Possibly. Nevertheless, he's on the plane.

STRASSER: Well--! Why do you stand there?! Why don't you stop him?!

RENAULT: Ask Monsieur Rick.

RICK: Stay where you are, Strasser !

[RICK POINTS HIS GUN AT STRASSER]

STRASSER: Herr Blaine! I would advise you not to interfere with an officer of the Third Reich!

RICK: I'm a true neutral, Strasser. I was willing to shoot Captain Renault and I'm willing to shoot you.

STRASSER: But you'll shoot too late.

[STRASSER AND RICK EXCHANGE GUNSHOTS. STRASSER FALLS TO THE GROUND]

RENAULT: Well... nice shooting, Ricky. But I'm afraid my gendarmes heard those shots.

[THE GENDARMES RUN TO RENAULT]

GENDARME: Mon Capitaine!

RENAULT: Major Strasser's been shot. Round up the usual suspects. Take them to police headquarters.

GENDARME: Oui, mon Capitaine.

[THE GENDARMES TAKE STRASSER'S BODY WAY AND THEN DRIVE OFF]

RENAULT: Well, Rick, you're not only a sentimentalist, but you've become a patriot.

RICK: Maybe, but it seemed like a good time
to start.

RENAULT: I think perhaps you're right.

[AIRPLANE TAKES OFF]

RENAULT: Well, Ricky, I think you'd better disappear from Casablanca. I can arrange your transportation to a French garrison in Brazzaville.

RICK: All right, Louis. I could use a trip. But, uh, don't forget, you still owe me ten thousand francs for our bet on Laszlo's escape.

RENAULT: Oh, well, uh, we'll need that to get to Brazzaville.

RICK: We? We'll need it?

RENAULT: Certainly. I can be as sentimental as you. I'm going with you Rick.

RICK: You know, Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[END OF STORY]

ANNOUNCER: Thanks to Warner Brothers for "Casablanca " and our sincere appreciation to Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henreid, and Humphrey Bogart for appearing with the Screen Guild Players tonight.

NETWORK ANNOUNCER: This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. (Originally broadcast 26 April 1943)

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