text / [United States] Abstein et al.
/ Chen Weijiang , Liu Liangmo
school / Yan Feng
Chapter 1 gradually appears
, a rotating globe of the distant view, when the globe rotates, the picture becomes active. The long flow of people (models) from all over Europe concentrated at a point on the top of Africa. At the same time as the screen of this activity appeared, the voice of the instructor came.
Commentator: Since the outbreak of the Second World War, many people in imprisoned Europe have yearned for freedom in the Americas with hope or disappointment. Lisbon became a big transfer station. But not all people can reach Lisbon directly; therefore, a tortuous refugee route is formed.
When the instructor talked about the points along the route, the screen was transformed into an activity map explaining that route.
Commentator: (Continue to talk) From Paris to Marseille, across the Mediterranean to Oran. Then take the train-or car-or walk-across the edge of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.
The camera gradually melted into the topographic map of Casablanca, with the ocean on one side and the desert on the other. The commentator's voice sounded again.
Commentator: Here, lucky people—through money, power, or luck—get an exit passport and hurried to Lisbon and then from Lisbon to the Americas. But other people can only stay in Casablanca—wait, wait, wait.
After the commentator's voice disappeared, the camera quickly moved to a close-up view of a street on the topographic map, and then into the daytime distant view of the ancient Moorish area of the city. At first, I only saw the small minaret and roof against the tropical sky, and a misty sky in the distance. Then the camera moved down, showing the front of the Moorish house, and then moved to a narrow, curved street full of international life in a local settlement. The strong desert sun shining on the scenery paralyzed and silent. Everything seemed slow, and no sound could be heard... Suddenly a harsh car siren broke through the silence. Women wearing veils yelled for a place to hide. Vendors, beggars, and children all hid in the doorway. A police car drove up and stopped in front of an old-style Moor hotel. ——It is more accurate to say that this is not so much a hotel as it is a chicken feather shop.
The camera cuts into the corridor of this dilapidated hotel. The local French police ran up the stairs, crashed into the rooms, and dragged the frightened refugees out. The camera cuts into a door. A police officer is banging open the door and rushing in. We see a man who hangs on a rope under the chandelier alluding to the wall. The police officer slammed the door.
Then we saw a corner of the street where two other police officers stopped a white man and talked to him.
Police A: Can you show us your documents?
White man: (cowardly) I--I probably didn't...take it with me.
Police A: Then, please come with us.
The white man (touching his pocket) maybe I--ah, here.
He took out his credentials. Police B checks the documents.
Police B: These documents have expired for three weeks. You should—
suddenly, this civilian rushed out of the siege and ran on the street for his life, the camera moved with him. We heard the police shouting "Stop!" But the man continued to run forward. There was a gunshot and the runner fell to the ground.
The camera moved to a close shot of Jian En and Anina huddled together at the door. They were shocked to see this accidental tragedy. They are Austrians, a young and beautiful couple. Forced by the environment, they left the simple rural life and came to this place with unfamiliar people and complicated conditions. Anina's hands were tightly squeezing her husband's arms, and their eyes followed the police who were examining the victim's body. Then, the camera cuts into Jian En and Annina. When the police car drove back, it drove past them and Jian En pulled his wife. They both spoke with a Central European accent.
Jian En: The police station must be there.
They walked in the direction the police car drove.
Then we saw a house with the words "freedom, equality, fraternity" engraved on a piece of marble under the eaves. The camera moves down to the front of the building, which is a French-style building. The camera moves to the towering arch, which says "court", and the camera continues to move down to the door. A long list of people of different ages and nationalities emerged from the house and poured down the steps. The camera moved to the waiting crowd in the square. We heard all kinds of languages, but only a few words could be understood, such as "passport", "Mr. Police", "Portugal", and "One Hundred Francs". Suddenly the attention of the crowd was drawn to the street...
Then we saw the square, (from the perspective of the people waiting in line), from the perspective of its scenery and architectural style, it was a typical French square. This is the center of the new downtown area of Casablanca. The police car stopped at the entrance of the police station. The police opened the iron gate at the back of the car, and a strange group of refugees of all kinds emerged from the car.
A roadside cafe by the square: A middle-aged British couple is standing in front of their table, wanting to see the commotion in front of the police station more clearly. Not far from them, a dark European man was leaning on a light pole and smoking a cigarette. He was paying close attention to the British couple, not paying attention to the street scene.
British woman: What happened over there?
Dark European: (coming to the couple) Sorry, ma'am...didn't you hear me?
British woman: We hear very little,-know even less.
Dark Europeans: Two German messengers were killed in the desert. (With a sneer on his face) In...the unoccupied desert.
In front of the courthouse, (the camera was taken from the perspective of the cafe) we saw refugees getting off the police car, and the voices of dark Europeans have been constantly...
the voices of dark Europeans: For refugees and liberals, this is often Sexual round up... (At this time, a young woman with light yellow hair-she was the last to get out of the car-was rushed to the refugees gathered in front of the police station.) Of course, beautiful young girls, for Mr. Reynolds, Chief of Police, was used.
We saw roadside cafes and people talking.
British woman: (confused) I don't understand what you mean.
Dark Europeans: As usual, refugees and liberals will be released in a few hours, but (smiling) girls will not be released until tomorrow morning.
British woman: (She has a horse face and is over middle-aged) Yeah, a woman is not safe in such a horrible place!
Dark Europeans: (shrugs) They said that if a person wants to leave Casablanca, they only need to spend two dollars to get an exit passport, but it will cost two hundred dollars to honor the police chief. Naturally, unless she is a beautiful girl. Rich people and beautiful girls can go to Lisbon. The poor are always with us.
British woman: Terrible...
swarthy European: Unfortunately, with these distressed refugees, European scum has also concentrated in Casablanca. Some of them have waited for a few years and couldn't get a passport. (He puts his arm on the British man's shoulder sympathetically) Sir, I advise you to be careful. Be careful. Beware at all times... This place is full of bad guys—bad guys! Everywhere! Everywhere!
British: (This kind of sudden care surprised him) Uh! ——Uh——Thank you. Thank you so much.
Dark European: Nothing, (he takes off his hat politely) Goodbye Mrs. Goodbye, sir.
He walked away, and the British, who was a little confused by the behavior of the European, looked at his back and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.
British: (puts back the handkerchief) He is very kind, isn't he?
When he touched his breast pocket, he noticed something was missing. He unbuttoned his shirt. Fumble inside.
British: It's terrible...
British woman: What's the matter, dear?
United Kingdom: I left my wallet in the hotel...
He buttoned his shirt, then suddenly looked in the direction where the dark Europeans were leaving, and his suspicion re-emerged. But then I heard the rumble of an airplane flying low overhead. Everyone raised their heads; we saw an airplane passing overhead, preparing to land, and then a close-up shot showing a logo on the tail of the airplane.
The camera moves along the queue of waiting refugees, showing that the sight of the refugees is shifting with the flying plane. There was a common hope on their faces—and this plane was the symbol of that hope. This moving camera panned until the last line of the line on the street to stop, and Jian En and Annina just arrived at the scene and lined up to the end of the line. Their eyes are also tracking the roaring plane.
Anina: Maybe we can get on the plane tomorrow. (Eagerly) Jianen, in the United States, you can travel a thousand miles without a passport. Is this true?
Jian En: (Looking at his wife with an air that knows better than others) Anina, you and your myths...
At this time, the picture turns into the airport, and the plane is landing, passing by the side of the airport. Neon sign on the house. The sign read "Rick Hotel". Then we saw a group of officers: Captain Louis Renault, the French officer appointed by the Vichy government to be the chief of the police in Casablanca, standing there talking to others. He is a beautiful middle-aged Frenchman, polite, likes to talk and laugh, but at the same time a shrewd and alert officer. Surrounding him were Mr. Hans, the German consul, the young Italian officer, Captain Donnelly, and Renault's assistant, Lieutenant Caselle. Behind them was a small group of local French soldiers. The officers watched the plane taxi towards them. The German and Italian left the crowd and walked towards the place where the plane was about to stop. The German swiftly grabbed the former Italian one step, and the latter tried to catch up.
We saw the plane, with the word micro on the door, and the door opened. The first passenger to get off the plane was a big German with broad-brimmed tortoiseshell glasses. He has a gentle appearance and a smile that will never change. This smile is mostly caused by the frozen facial muscles, rather than a happy heart. At any time, as long as Major Strass is unhappy, his smile will disappear and his expression will become as hard as iron. Mr. Hans raised his arms and walked to him.
Hans: Long live Hitler.
Strass: (very casual attitude) Long live Hitler. (They shake hands)
Hans: (in German) Nice to see you again, Major Strass.
Strass: (in German) Thank you, thank you.
The Italian greeted him and expressed his favor graciously.
Donnelly: I am Captain Donnelly. I am waiting for your instructions, sir.
Strass: Thank you for your kindness.
Donnelly: My subordinates are eagerly looking forward to working with you.
He couldn't continue talking about it here. Strass turned around to greet Renault and Caselle who came up. Hans introduced them to each other.
Hans: (In English) Let me introduce, this is the chief of police in Casablanca, Captain Renault...Major Strass.
The two shook hands.
Renault: (Politely-but thorny) The unoccupied France welcomes you to Casablanca.
Strass: (Speaking pure English-smiling face to the Frenchman) Thank you, Captain. I am very happy to be here.
Renault: Major, please allow me to introduce my assistant, Lieutenant Caselle.
Caselle did not reach out. They just salute and bow to each other. Renault guided Strass to the edge of the airport, where the car was waiting. Hans and Cassele followed, behind the Italian captain. ——Then the camera followed Renault and Stras to the car.
Renault: (again with a pun) Major, you will find that the climate in Casablanca is a bit hot.
Strass: Oh, we Germans have to get used to all kinds of climates-from Russia to the Sahara. (His smile disappears suddenly, his eyes become cold and merciless) But, maybe you are not referring to the weather.
Renault: (avoiding the subject with a smile) Dear Major, what else can you mean if you don't mean the weather?
Strass: (Recovering a simple attitude) So, with regard to the case of the murder of the messenger-how was it handled?
Renault: My subordinates understand the importance of this case and have arrested twice as many suspects as usual. (At this point, Stras is looking at him sharply again.)
Hans: Colonel Renault meant that the arrest was just a smokescreen. We already know who the murderer is.
Strass: Okay, that's good. Has he been arrested?
Renault: Not busy. Tonight, he is coming to the Rick Hotel, (pointing to a restaurant by the airport) everyone is coming to the Rick Hotel. (Hans shrugs, expressing that he has nothing to do with Renault.)
Strass: I have heard of this restaurant-and Mr. Rick himself.
They walked to the car, the lens turned into Lei Ruo's car, driving through the narrow and curvy streets of Medina (the old city of Casablanca).
Renault: ...Of course, an important person like Major Strass would not come to Casablanca just for the murder of two messengers.
Strass: (smiling kindly) Captain, I think you are a very smart man. Maybe you can tell the real reason why I'm here?
Renault: Let me take a guess. Maybe it has something to do with Victor Laszlo.
Strass: You are so smart... Has Laszlo arrived here?
Renault: This morning, I arrived here from Oran. A beautiful woman came with him. Otherwise, his outfit is very light.
Strass: (now a face of official business) Captain Renault, Mr. Laszlo must not be allowed to leave Casablanca any longer. It is of paramount importance to the German government.
Renault: Naturally.
Strass: (arbitrarily, but watching the Frenchman closely) Mr. Laszlo is ready to pay an appalling bribe for an outbound passport, which is well known.
Renault: (Straightforwardly) I am going to refuse.
Strass: (smiling) So we can understand each other. Maybe we want to talk to Mr. Laszlo. Where do you think we can discuss it?
Renault: Everyone went to the Rick Hotel, Major—have I already said that?
The scene turned into an electric light sign with the words "Rick Hotel"; then the camera moved down and saw a pair of men and women entering the Rick Hotel from the revolving door, and music and laughter came out of the restaurant. The camera cuts into the interior of the Rick Hotel, which is a luxurious and fashionable nightclub that does have an alluring and charming atmosphere. The camera moved to all sides, and I saw this atmosphere immersed in this place: a girl in the age of cardamom was singing, accompanied by a band consisting of four instruments. That piano is small, orange-red, with wheels underneath. Sitting on the piano bench was a black man named Sam. He was wearing a pair of light blue trousers and a sweatshirt. While playing, he sang "It must be you, it must be you... You are so beautiful! It must be you!" and "Because my teeth are like pearls." ". He was surrounded by the sound of conversation and laughter. There are all kinds of people in the house. There are Europeans in evening gowns, and their female companions are dressed in gorgeous dresses, surrounded by green beads. There are Moroccans in silk robes, Turks in trilby hats, people from the Mediterranean area, naval officers, and military palaces of French dispatched troops wearing military caps to show their identities. On the other side of the house, extending to the entire wall, is a large-scale, brightly-lit bar.
The camera moves from the piano to the bar. When the camera passed the tables, we heard a mixed foreign accent. Sometimes I heard a sentence in English-"I want to do a little business in Brazil -". Sitting at another table was a beautiful young woman. She said to an elderly man who pursued her: "I always want a Kansian villa, at least a string of pearls-but now I want it in my heart. , Just an exit passport."
When the camera moved near the bar, we saw a man concentrating in disappointment. His partner was comforting him, but he said sadly, "I can't leave here anymore-I'm going to die in Casablanca." A woman's laughter broke out on a table closest to the bar-and then The lens moved to the bar cabinet.
We saw the Russian waiter. He was a young man with a foreign appearance and wearing a silk coat. He spoke the Russian equivalent of "cheers" and gave the wine to the customer. Then he called another waiter who was walking by.
Russian waiter: Karl-
tell Karl's waiter to stop, turn around, and walk to the bar cabinet. He is short. He looks kind and wears a pair of glasses.
Carl: Yes, Sasha—
Sasha: (with a heavy Russian accent) Carl, my friend (he handed him a stack of bills) would you please calculate it, okay? I'm very busy-
Karl quickly flipped through these bills and returned them to Sasha.
Karl: (with a German accent) Two hundred and seventy-eight francs. Your last bill is missing.
Sasha: (Said gratefully as Carl walks away) Thank you, my friend, thank you—(He said to the customer with infinite respect to Carl) It’s all in his mind, like a computer— He has written three books on mathematics-astronomy-and he is the greatest professor in Leipzig University.
Customer: (turning back and looking at Carl going away) Really? is that true?
Sasha: (Nodding enthusiastically) The most remarkable thing is-he is also a very good running hall.
Customer: What did you do before?
Sasha: (Melancholy) I am the sword swallower favored by the czar. When did he feel unhappy—(close closer to the customer) Tell me, my friend, do you say that a sword swallower will have a way out in the United States?
We saw Carl, holding a tray, walking towards a private room, guarded by a burly man at the door.
Carl: (to the burly man) Open the door, Abdul.
Abdul: (opens the door respectfully) Mr. Professor.
Carl walked in, and the camera cut into the perspective of the casino. When Carl came in, the tables were very active; then the camera cut into the French card table, where a woman handed a check to the card distributor. The latter turned around, handed the check to a supervisor in a night gown, the supervisor looked at the check, and then at the woman.
Monitoring: (to the woman) Please wait a moment.
As he walked to a table, the camera cuts into a close-up shot of a man's hand holding a wine glass. Monitor enters the camera, his hand puts the check on the table. The other man's hand picked up the check—obviously, this man was studying the check. Then his hand went into the camera, and he wrote on the back of the check with a pencil: "OK·——Rick".
The hand of the monitor picked up the check, the camera pulled out, and Rick appeared. He was an American whose age could not be ascertained, sitting alone at a table. He just sat there, staring at the wine glass with no expression in his eyes.
The camera cuts to another table, where two women and a man are sitting at the table. The two women looked obsessively at Rick's table. Carl is in the picture, he is making Turkish coffee.
Woman A: (to Carl) Would you please ask Rick if you want to drink with us?
Carl: Madam, he never drinks with customers unless he invites them to his table.
Second Woman: (Glances at Rick disappointedly) Why is the hotel owner so arrogant?
Man: (Speaking to Karl with the banknote in his hand) If you tell him that I am the manager of the second largest bank in Amsterdam, maybe he...?
Carl: (shakes his head) This doesn't move Rick either. The chief banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.
He took the banknote from the man and walked away. The camera moved with Karl, showing that Rick was looking at the opened door and motioned not to let in the person who insisted on entering. But at this moment, there was a commotion at the door, and a German accent was heard shouting.
German accent: Outrageous! Dare you-
Rick stood up immediately, walked through the casino to the door without changing his face, the camera moved with him, and then we saw a blushing German standing outside the door. He is protesting to Abdul.
German: I know it's gambling inside! I... (The door opens at this time, and Rick comes out.)
Rick: (
Coldly ) What's the matter? The camera cuts into the entrance of the Rick Hotel, and Yujiachi walks in. He is short, thin, and a little nervous. If he were an American, people would treat him as a spy on a racecourse. He looked wittyly towards Rick and the German, and the camera cuts close-ups of them.
German: (Waving business card ) From Honolulu to Berlin, I have been in every casino. If you think that such a hotel can prevent me from entering, then you are very wrong.
Rick looks at him calmly, and he takes the news reporter from the Germans.
Bring the business card . Rick: (Tear off the business card) Use your money in the bar better.
Carl took the tray and walked out of the casino, passing between Rick and the German.
Carl: I'm sorry.
German : (To Rick) What-do you know who I am?
Rick: (coldly) I know.
It is your luck to let you go to the bar. German: This is illegal! I'm going Report.
Rick left the yelling German. His eyes met the black man who was playing the piano. The black man had been paying attention to the quarrel. At this time, he blinked at Rick. Rick expressed his understanding and reported. With a friendly expression. Although this is not a smile, it is the nearest smile that Rick can express. In short, this expression shows that this black man has a special relationship with
Rick . Now, Rick Walking back to the casino room, the camera cuts to a gaming table in the casino, and Rick is approaching the table. After a while, Yugart appears and follows Rick.
Yugart: (looks flattering) Mr. Rick .
Rick: (looks at him briefly) Ah, Yugart.
Rick sat down on the last high stool of the bar cabinet, and Yugart followed. There was no one beside them.
Yugart : (Matingly) Just now I saw you dealing with a German reporter, and people would think that you have done this kind of thing all your life.
Rick: (stiffly) Well, how do you know I haven't done this before?
Like special: (vaguely) Oh, nothing. When you first came to Casablanca, I thought -
Rick: (coldly) What?
Yugart: (Deeply offended Rick, with a smiley face) I shouldn't say that. (Quickly change the subject) The matter between the two German messengers is terrible, isn't it?
Rick: (indifferently) They had good luck. Yesterday they were just two ordinary small German civil servants, today they have become "martyrs".
Yugart: (shakes his head) Rick, you are such a cynical person. Please forgive me for saying this.
Rick: (briefly) I forgive you.
We saw the bartender bring two glasses of wine and put them in front of them.
Yugart: (eyes shine) Oh, Rick—you drink with me!
Rick: No.
Yugart: (mournfully) You look down on me, don't you?
Rick: (indifferently) If I confess to you, maybe it is.
Yugart: You opposed what I did. But think about the poor refugees. If I don't help them, they will be rotten here forever. I use my own method to provide them with exit passports. Is it a bad thing?
Rick: (staring into the wine glass) You want their money, just like special, you want money.
Yugart: Yes-but those poor bugs can't afford the price Renault asks for, I only want half of them. Is this also extortion?
Rick: (turns his head to look at Yugart) I am not opposed to blackmail. I am opposed to cheap selling.
Yugart: Well, after tonight, I won’t wash my hands anymore, Rick, I’m leaving Casablanca.
Rick: Who are you looking for to buy your exit passport? Find Renault or do you think of it yourself?
Yugart: (Ironically) Find myself. I am more fair than him. (He takes a letter from his pocket and pats it lightly.) Do you know what it is? You haven't even seen this thing—(lower voice) The pass signed by Marshal Wei Gang. No one can doubt, no one can invalidate it.
Rick looked at him and reached for the envelope.
Yugart: Wait a minute. Tonight, I will sell it at a price that I can’t dream of. Then-I will leave Casablanca. Rick, you know, I have many friends in Casablanca, but maybe because you look down on me, you are the only person I trust. Can you keep these documents for me?
Rick; how long is it kept?
Yugart: Well, maybe an hour, maybe longer.
Rick: (Receiving the pass) I don't want these things to stay overnight in my hands.
Yugart: Oh, don't be afraid. Waiter-
we saw the waiter walk into the camera.
Yugart: (to the waiter) Is there a letter from me?
Waiter: Sir, no.
Yugart: I'm waiting for someone. If-uh-someone is looking for me, I will be right here (the waiter nods and leaves, Yugart turns around and says to Rick) Rick, I hope you have a better impression of me. Sorry, I want to try my luck at your roulette table. (He is going to go to the house)
Rick: Wait a minute...
Yugart stopped, Rick walked up to him, the camera cuts close shots of Yugart and Rick, and Rick spoke in a very low voice.
Rick: I heard that the two German messengers were carrying a pass.
Yugart: (hesitating for a moment) Yes-I also heard. poor guy.
Rick: (watching Yugart, then slowly speaking) You did the right thing, Yugart. I have a better impression of you.
Hearing this, Yugart laughed, and walked towards the gaming table almost strutting. When Rick walks towards the door, the camera cuts into the place where the piano is placed. A fat man in a tropical tuxedo is standing next to a black Sam. The latter is playing the piano while singing the song "Hey, who is not happy?" "" The musicians replied, "We are not happy in our hearts". That very fat man is Mr. Flari, the boss of the black market. His voice is so high that he always seems to be out of breath.
Mr. Flary: Sam, would you like to work at my blue parrot restaurant?
Sam: I really like working here with Mr. Rick.
Flari: I double how much Mr. Rick pays you.
Sam: I don’t have time to spend the money I earn here.
Rick’s voice: (I heard it at this moment) Mr. Flary, I robbed you of your business. You can’t stand it, right?
Sam turned his head and looked worriedly, he continued to play the piano. Flari turned his head calmly, trying to lure Sam away from Rick. The discovery of this incident did not make him feel embarrassed. In the camera below, there is Rick, who is smiling, but not happily.
Flari: Ah, Rick.
Rick: Ah, Flari. How is the blue parrot's business?
Flari: Very good, but I want to buy your hotel.
Rick: My restaurant does not sell.
Flari: You are doing well here, Rick. But, ah, I always like to see other people's business prosperous.
Rick: Oh, did you take my luthier out of good intentions?
Flari: The word "grab" is used too heavily.
Rick: Really?
Flari: (think about it) Well, maybe it's not heavy... But for things I can't steal, I'd rather pay for it. How much do you want to sell Sam to me?
Rick: I don't sell human beings.
Flari: What a pity. Population is the main commodity of Casablanca. If you are willing to cooperate with me on the black market, we can make a fortune just as a refugee business.
Rick: You do your business, I do mine, and we'll leave each other alone.
Mr. Flari shook his head and sighed and walked towards the casino door.
Flari: Dear Rick, when will you understand that isolationism will no longer work in today's world. (As he said, he went to the next room.)
Rick went to the piano, uncovered the lid, and put the envelope that Yugart gave him. Sam looked up and smiled.
Sam: I didn't see anything, boss.
Rick nodded and walked to the bar cabinet. Then a female customer walked into the camera and leaned over to whisper to Sam.
Sam: Yes.
Sam made a gesture, and the wall lamp dimmed. The spotlight shone on Sam, and he continued to play.
In front of the long bar cabinet of the hotel, we saw a young woman, Yu Fengni, sitting on a high stool drinking brandy. Sasha looked at her with obsessive eyes and toasted her.
Sasha: This is the wine the boss drank himself. Because-Yu Fengni-I love you.
Yu Fengni: (Angry) Oh, shut up.
Sasha: (Lovely) Yes, Yu Fengni, I close my mouth.
Rick walked leisurely and leaned on the bar cabinet beside Yu Fengni. But he ignored her. She looked at him painfully without saying a word. ——The camera cuts into the scene where Sam is playing—he is playing a piece of music—then the camera cuts back to Rick and Yu Fengni. The spotlight only shines on Sam in front of the piano. Rick and Yu Fengni stand in the dark, and Yu Fengni’s eyes never look After leaving Rick, she finally spoke.
Yu Fengni: Where were you last night?
Rick: This is a long time ago. I do not remember.
Yu Fengni: (Pauses, then says) I'll come to see you tonight, okay?
Rick: (coldly) I never make plans so early.
Yu Fengni turned around, looked at Sa Xia, and stretched out her glass to him and said, "Give me another glass." As Sa Fu was about to toast, Rick turned around and stopped him with a gesture.
Rick: Sasha, she drank too much.
Yu Fengni: Don't listen to him, Sa Xia, fill it up.
Sasha: (looks at Rick hesitantly, then puts down the bottle) I love you, Yu Fengni, but he is my boss.
Yu Fengni: (turning to Rick with drunken anger) Rick, I hate you and never want to be with you
again— Rick: Sasha, go get a car.
Sasha: (Accepting the order as a last resort) Yes, boss, (he walks towards the restaurant door)
Rick: (holding Yu Fengni's arm) Come and get your coat. You should go home.
Yu Fengni: Let me go-
when he took her to the door, the camera cuts into the street in front of the Rick Hotel. Sasha stood on the side of the road, gestured for a car, and finally drove a car. At this moment Rick and Yu Fengni walked out of the hotel door. He put his coat on her shoulders. She resisted stubbornly.
Yu Fengni: Who are you who pushed me around? I am a woman of identity. I sang in the United States. I have been married twice. I'm such a fool to fall in love with someone like you.
Rick: (sends Yu Fengni to the car and says to Sa Xia) You go with her, Sa Xia, you must send her home.
Sasha: (I am glad to have this opportunity) Yes, boss.
They took Yu Fengni into the car one by one, and Sa Xia followed her into the car.
Rick: Sasha... (Sasha looking out the car window) Come back soon.
Sasha: (His face sinks) Yes, boss.
The car drove away, and then Rick turned and walked towards the restaurant door. At this time, I heard Renault's voice-
Renault's voice: You are too wasteful-throw such a woman away. Someday women will be rationed.
When Rick turned to the sound source, we saw a table on the balcony in front of the restaurant, where Renault was sitting sipping brandy, his eyes expressing joy, and Rick walked into the camera.
Rick: Ah, Louis.
Renault: I think I should go to Yu Fengni now-maybe she will fall in love with me, how about it?
Rick: (sit down on a chair by the table) Well, you are a true democracy when it comes to women's issues.
Renault laughed at this, and he poured a glass of wine for Rick. There was the sound of a plane taking off on the adjacent airport, Rick looked in the direction where the sound was made, and Renault looked at it—under the spotlight, we saw a transport plane parked on the runway, the motor was starting, and it was about to take off. Then we saw Rick and Renault again, Rick still staring at the plane.
Renault: The plane to Lisbon—(looking at Rick slyly) Do you want to take this plane?
Rick: (coldly) What are you doing? What are you going to do in Lisbon?
Renault: Go to America.
Rick didn't answer. He watched the plane start, but looked unhappy.
Renault: I often think, why don't you go back to the United States. Have you escaped the public funds of the church? Have you eloped with the president's wife? I think you probably killed someone. This is all my cranky thinking.
Rick: (Still looking at the plane-mockingly) I have done all three things.
Renault: Oh my god, why did you come to Casablanca? (The sound of airplane motors is getting louder and louder)
Rick: For my body. I came to Casablanca to find water.
Renault: Water? What water? We are in the desert.
Rick: I wrongly believed what other people said.
Renault shook his head, but couldn't say anything, because the plane was speeding on the runway, and the lights on the plane hit Rick and Renault's faces. Rick looked at the plane intently. Now the plane has left the ground, flying almost directly over their heads. He stared at the plane until the lights on the plane disappeared in the distance.
A bet collector with a green hood on his eyes enters the camera.
Bet cashier: I'm sorry, Mr. Rick, there is a gentleman who won ten thousand francs, and the cashier wants some money.
Rick: (without panic) I'll get it.
Stakes cashier: I'm terrified, Mr. Rick, I don't understand how-
Rick: (Comforting him) It's okay , Emil. There will always be such mistakes.
Rick and Renault stood up at the same time. As they walked towards the gate, a French officer and an Italian officer came out and were violently debating a certain political issue. When they saw Renault, they all stood at attention and saluted, and then went on to continue their debate. Rick and Renault were about to walk through the door.
Renault: Rick, it's going to be a mess here tonight. We are going to arrest someone in your hotel.
Rick: (Not shocked) What? Arresting people again?
As Rick and Renault walked in, the camera cuts into the interior of the hotel.
Renault: Oh, this is not an ordinary arrest. Is a murderer.
A close shot of Rick, showing that his eyes reacted to the news. His eyes looked towards the casino involuntarily—then Rick and Renault walked up the stairs next to the bar.
Renault: (perceives his expression) If you want to inform the murderer-I think you should just leave it alone. He can't escape.
Rick: (Climbing up the stairs) I will never give up my life for anyone.
Renault: This is a very smart foreign policy-
at the end of the long bar cabinet, there is a glass of wine that the waiter has not yet sent away. Renault took the glass of wine and followed Rick up the stairs. The waiter turned around, but the glass of wine was missing.
Reynolds: (following the level-holding a wine glass in hand) Originally, at dusk, we could arrest him at the Blue Parrot Hotel-
going upstairs, Rick walked into a room, and the camera cut into his office , He walked in and Renault followed.
Renault: But out of my high respect for you, we arranged this scene to be performed here. Let your customers entertain.
Rick: (opens the door) We have enough shows.
At one end of the office, we saw a small, dark room with a safe. Rick went in and opened the safe, Renault leaned on the door frame.
Renault: Rick, there is a VIP coming tonight-Major Strass of the Third Reich. We will arrest him when he arrives. Let me show you my administrative efficiency.
Rick: So that's it. What is Stratus doing here? He won't go all the way to Casablanca to see you perform administrative efficiency!
Renault: Maybe not.
Rick: Louis, you have something in your heart. Why not say it?
Renault: (Admiringly) Your observation skills are very good. To be honest, I have a word to advise you.
Rick: Really?
Renault: Many exit passports have been sold in this hotel, but we know that you have never sold passports. So we allow you to continue business.
Rick: (Gentlely) I thought that because we let you win money on roulette, you allowed me to operate.
Renault: Yes, that's another reason-dear Rick, there is a man who has arrived in Casablanca now and is going to the United States. Who can buy him an exit passport, he is willing to pay a large sum of money.
Rick: Really? What is his name?
Renault: Victor Laszlo.
Rick: Laszlo is in Casablanca!
Renault: (note Rick's reaction) Rick, this is the first time I have seen you shake like this.
Rick: (back to normal) Oh (laughs), he has shaken half of the world.
Renault: I have a responsibility not to let him shake the other half of the world. (Very serious now) Rick, Laszlo will never be able to go to America. He must stay in Casablanca.
Rick: It's very interesting to see what he does.
Renault: What should I do?
Rick: Watch him run away.
Renault: I told you just now—
Rick: Forget it, Louis. Didn't he escape from the concentration camp? The Nazis hunted him all over Europe.
Renault: (seriously) This is the end of the hunt.
Rick: I bet you 20,000 francs, I said, this is not the end.
Renault' you really want to bet with me?
Rick: I just paid ten thousand, and I want to win it back.
Renault: Let's bet ten thousand. I am a corrupt and poor official. (Rick nods) It's settled. No matter how cunning he is, he always needs an exit passport-maybe I should say, two.
They walked out of the room, down the stairs, and the camera moved with them.
Rick: Why two?
Renault: He came with a woman.
Rick: Oh, he will only need one.
Renault: I don't think so. I have seen the lady. He neither left her in Marseille nor in Oran, and he certainly wouldn't leave her in Casablanca.
Rick: Oh, maybe he is not as passionate as you.
Renault: It doesn't matter-one or two-passionate or ruthless-he won't be given an exit passport anyway.
Rick: Louis, where do you see that I would be happy to help Laszlo?
Renault: Because, dear Rick, I suspect that under your cynical appearance, you are an emotionalist in your heart. (Rick laughs) You laugh, but I happen to be familiar with your history. I just need to point out two things. In 1935 you fought in the Ethiopian war; in 1936 you fought on the side of the government forces in Spain.
Rick: (Attempting to understate) I was paid very high both times.
Renault: (Sharply) The winning side will give you more rewards.
Oak: (seriously) Maybe (eager to change the subject) Well, it seems you are determined to keep Laszlo here.
Renault: I gave the order.
Rick: So that's it. I'm afraid the Gesta will protect you.
A close shot of Renault. They are coming downstairs now. When he spoke, he faced the large mirror behind the bar cabinet.
Renault: You overestimate the power of the Gestapo. We do not interfere with them, nor do they interfere with us. In Casablanca, I am the master of my own destiny, and I am the captain. -
he saw the mirror Atlas Division into the hotel, his words suddenly stopped. Then we saw Rick and Renault. In one shot.
Reynolds: (hurtly) I'm sorry, Rick...
he hurried to Strass. Rick sneered when he saw Renault hurriedly facing him in the mirror. The bet collector who was waiting for him walked into the camera.
Rick: (hands the money to the cashier) Take it.
Bet Cashier: (Resolutely) Sir, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future!
He hurried away. Rick picked up a glass of wine from the bar cabinet.
In the restaurant, Renault and Carl walked together.
Reynolds: Carl, find a good table for Mr. Strass-near the ladies.
Carl: Sir, I have given him the best table. (Melancholy) I know he is German, and they always want a good seat.
Renault waved to a local official who was waiting for instructions. He approached and saluted.
Renault: (in a low voice) Grab him quietly. Send two guards at each door.
Local officials: Yes, sir.
He saluted and walked to the entrance of the casino. The camera moved with Renault, and he walked to a table in the corner of the dining room, where Stras and Hans were sitting. Several German officials sat at a nearby table. When Renault approached the table, Strass smiled at him.
Renault: Good evening, gentlemen.
Strass: Good evening, Captain.
Hans: Would you like to sit with us?
Renault: (sit down) Thank you. You are welcome here, major.
Strass: Very interesting nightclub.
Renault: Especially tonight. (Whispering) After a while, you will see the murderer of your messenger arrested.
Strass: I hope so too, Captain.
Close shot of Yugart on the roulette table in the casino. There was a pile of chips in front of him. He gambled prosperously, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at the ball jumping on the roulette wheel. The ball stopped on number 13. Yugart reached out ecstatically to pick up the winning bet that the bet collector dropped on the table. But at this moment, the other hand grabbed Yugart's arm, and when he heard the voice of the local official, there was a terror on his face.
Voice of the local official: Follow us, Mr. Yugart.
Yugart: (in a low voice) Let me go and get the cash back.
The local official nodded his permission and followed Yugart to the cashier's office. Then we saw the cashier's counter. The cashier exchanged the cash for Yugart's chips. Yugart stuffed the money into the pocket of his jacket, but when he took his hand out of the pocket, he held a small pistol tightly, and he pointed the gun at the local official. The officer rushed towards Yugart, and gunfire rang out. The official grabbed his shoulder. A woman screamed. The people on the gaming table are looking for a place to hide. Yugart ran towards the corridor.
A few short shots showed that Rick walked through the restaurant and hurriedly turned towards the door of the casino. A woman suddenly jumped up from the seat and looked in the direction of the sound; in front of the bar cabinet, a man was drinking with a glass and suddenly turned The wine glass was put down; the music stopped, Sam's hands were still on the keys; Karl behind the bar cabinet, blinking expectant eyes, looked at Strath's seat; Renault, Strath, and Hans all stood there. stand up.
Then we saw the corridor and Yugart rushed in. Rick walked over from the other side.
Yugart: Rick, help me!
Rick: (whispering) Don't be silly, you can't escape.
Yugart: Hide me. Think of a way. You must save me, Rick! Think of a way.
Rick: (Vaguely) Shut up!
Before he could finish his words, Renault, Strass, Hans and the others rushed from behind Rick. Other police officers came out of the casino and seized Yugart. Without a word, Rick squeezed out of the crowd and walked to the restaurant.
A man: (half joking, half serious) When they are about to catch me, Rick, I hope you can help me a little bit more.
Rick: I will never lay down my life for anyone.
We saw the restaurant again, and Rick walked to the center. The room was full of tension and anticipation, and a few customers were preparing to leave. Rick spoke in a very calm voice.
Rick: I'm sorry to disturb everyone, but now everything is over. everything is normal. (He glances at the pianist) Well, Sam.
Sam sat beside the piano, nodded, and started playing.
Sam: "Old Noah, what did he do?" (He yelled to the audience) Everyone sang— (he repeats) "Old Noah, what did he do?"
He Waiting for everyone to sing, played the next sentence. We saw the panoramic view of the restaurant and took a few tables. The reaction of the crowd was cold.
Crowd: "Old Noah, what did he do?"
Sam: (smiling, playing the piano louder and faster) That's right. "He built a floating zoo."
The crowd at the dining table was influenced by Sam and all joined in to sing. The gloomy atmosphere was a little uplifting. During the singing, the camera shook several tables, taking in all kinds of people—after the singing was finished and the commotion calmed down, we saw the table of Strass. Renault, Stras, and Hans have returned to their seats, and the head waiter is waiting for them to order wine and food.
Strass: ...champagne, a can of roe,-to be iced.
Renault: Major, I recommend crico.
Waiter: (Leaving) Okay, sir.
Renault: (Calling Rick, he is not in the picture at the moment) Oh, Rick... (Rick appears at this time)
Renault: Rick, this is Major Henry Strass of the Third Reich.
Strass: Hello.
Renault: You know Mr. Hans.
Strass: (Rick nods to Strath and Hans) Please sit down with us, Mr. Rick.
Rick sat next to Hans, facing Renault and Strass.
Renault: (changes the subject) Rick, we are honored tonight. The Third Reich can enjoy such prestige, is inseparable from the credit of Major Strass. (Rick nods)
Stras: (smiles) You say "Third Reich" repeatedly, as if you wish there would be another Germany.
Renault: Oh, major, personally, whoever I am is welcome.
The waiter brought wine, and while they were talking, he opened the bottle and poured the wine.
Strass: May I ask you a few questions? Of course, this is casual talk.
Rick: (shrugs) If you are willing, it is better to speak formally.
Strass: Which country are you from?
Rick: (looks at him before answering, then sternly) I am an alcoholic. (Strass looks at him attentively)
Renault: So Rick becomes a citizen of the world.
Close shots of Rick, Renault, and Strass.
Rick: I was born in New York City, which probably explains everything.
Strass: (To Rick very kindly) I know you came here from Paris when Paris was occupied.
Rick: Well, it doesn't seem to be a secret.
Strass: Are you like some people who didn't expect Germany to occupy their lovely Paris?
Rick: Lovely Paris is not just mine.
Hans: (smiles) Do you think we can enter London?
Rick: When you get in, come and ask me again.
Renault: (said with a smile) Oh, what a diplomat!
Strass: (digging roe to eat) Can New York be occupied?
Rick: I advise you not to enter certain parts of that city.
Strass: Well... according to your opinion, who will win this battle?
Rick: I haven't thought about it at all.
Renault: Rick is neutral about everything. For women, he did the same.
Stras took out a small black cover book from his pocket, and he turned it page by page.
Strass: (to Rick) You are not always so cautiously neutral. We have all the files about you. (He reads) "Richard Brand, American. Thirty-seven years old. Can't go back to America"-(he raises his head) The reason is unknown. We also know what you did in Paris—(Renault curiously wants to peek at Strasse's notebook) Mr. Brand, we also know why you left Paris.
At this moment Rick stretched out his hand and took the little book in Strass's hand.
Strass: Don't worry. We will not promote it for you.
Rick: (Looking at the notebook) Are my eyes really brown?
Strass: Mr. Brand, please forgive my curiosity. The problem is that an enemy of Germany came to Casablanca, so we need to investigate those who can help us.
Rick: Oh, my interest in Victor Laszlo's stay—(looks at Renault) is all because of a bet.
Strass: Say it this way, you have no sympathy for that fox?
Rick: Not particularly sympathetic. I also understand the hound's point of view.
Strass: Victor Laszlo insulted us in the Prague newspapers until the day we occupied Prague. After our occupation, he even continued to print flyers in the basement to slander us.
Renault: Of course, we also have to admire his courage.
Strass: I admit he is very cunning. He slipped through our fingers three times. In Paris, he continued his activities. We can't let him slip away anymore.
Rick: (stands up with a smile) Uh, gentlemen, don't accompany you. Your profession is politics, and my profession is to run a hotel.
Strass: Good night, Mr. Brand. (Rick comes out and walks to the casino)
Renault: Major, you see, you don't have to worry about Rick at all.
Strass: (looking in the direction Rick is going) Maybe...
The camera cuts to another table, where the dark foreigner we saw at the beginning is busy talking with a middle-aged man who looks very generous.
Dark-skinned foreigner: (putting his arms on the man's shoulders with concern) I beg you, my friend-beware. Be careful. Be careful everywhere.
We saw Sam sitting at the piano again, playing lyrical songs lazily. The customers at a few tables resumed chatting. Sam played the piano and looked around at will. When his eyes looked at the door, his piano sound was messed up, and then it stopped unexpectedly.
We saw what Sam saw at the gate: a man and a woman had just walked in: Victor Laszlo and his beautiful female companion. She was wearing a plain white coat, and her beauty attracted people's attention. The foreman of the waiter greeted them.
Waiter: Sir, please.
Laszlo: (voice calm, serene) I reserved a table, my name is Victor Laszlo.
A close-up showing a short, yellow-haired man looking at Laszlo attentively, and then a close-up view of the woman who came with Laszlo-she looked around casually. When she saw Sam, there was a moment of surprise on her face when we heard the voice of the head waiter.
Voice of the foreman: Mr. Laszlo, please go here.
Sam's close-up shot, he found the woman looking at him, he looked away, and played the piano again; then there was a moving camera, following the man and the woman, and the head waiter led them to a seat. As they passed the piano, although the woman (who later learned that she was Ilsha Lent) looked at Sam, Sam deliberately lowered her eyes and looked at the keys. Ilsa smiled slightly. After she passed by, Sam glanced in her direction secretly.
At Laszlo's table, the head waiter waited for Ilsha to take a seat and walked away. Laszlo sat down on the opposite chair. He glanced around with his gaze.
Laszlo: I haven't seen a person who looks like Yugart.
Ilsa: Victor, do you really think we should come here? Such an open place. I, I always feel that we shouldn't stay here.
Laszlo: If we leave soon, it will draw people's attention to us. Maybe Yugart is somewhere else in the hotel.
Man's voice: I'm sorry, you are like a couple going to America.
The short yellow-haired man, who later learned that he was Berger, walked into the camera.
Laszlo: Huh?
The man reached into his vest pocket and took out a ring studded with a large sapphire.
Berger: In the United States, this ring can be sold, but I have no choice but to sell it.
Laszlo: Thank you, but I don't want to—
Berger: Then buy it for your wife. This ring is very unique.
He put the ring in front of them and rotated the gem. Obviously, the gem was screwed on the ring.
So we saw the ring in Berger's hand, and he twisted the gem with his finger. On the gold plate underneath the gem, there is vaguely engraved the mark of the cross of Lorraine of General de Gaulle.
Laszlo's voice: Oh, yes, I like it very much.
Berger: Good.
Laszlo: (lower voice) What is your name?
Berger: Berger... Norwegian... I would like to help you, sir.
Ilsa: (looks away, then gives Laszlo a hint) Victor!
Laszlo: (understanding her hint, whispering to Berger) I will meet you in the bar in a few minutes. (Loudly, deliberately to let people who are invisible in the picture hear it) No, we don't want to buy this ring. But thank you for letting us appreciate it.
Berger: (Following Laszlo's words, sighing—sigh, put the ring away) I don’t want to buy such cheap things. But if you decide not to buy it-
he bowed, turned and left, and the camera followed him. At this time, Captain Renault's and Major Strass came to the table, and they passed Berger. They took a sharp look at Berger, and then the camera followed Renault back to Laszlo's table, Renault smiling.
Renault: Isn't this Mr. Laszlo?
Laszlo: (Straightforwardly) Yes.
Renault: This is Captain Renault, the chief of police.
Laszlo: Ah. What's the cost?
Renault: I welcome you to Casablanca and hope you have a great time here. We don't often have famous guests like you here. (Strass appears) Let me introduce, this is Major Henry Strass...Miss Ilsha Lent-Mr. Victor Laszlo.
The German bowed, but neither Ilsha nor Laszlo said anything. Renault and Stella waited for them to say "please sit down." But Laszlo just stopped them and prevented them from approaching the table.
Laszlo: I think you will forgive me if I am impolite... But, Major Strass, you see... I am a Czechoslovak.
Strass: You used to be Czechoslovak, now you are a citizen of Germany.
Laszlo: I am now on French soil. What do you want?
Strass: I just want to discuss some of the problems that have arisen since you came to... French soil.
Laszlo: The time and place are not right now...
Strass: (toughly) Then let's agree on another time and place. At ten o'clock tomorrow, at the chief of police's office. Please come with Miss.
Laszlo: (To the Chief of Police) Captain Renault, I am under your jurisdiction. Is it your order to ask us to come to your office?
Renault: (kindly) Let us say, this is my invitation. It's more pleasant to say that.
Laszlo: Very good.
Laszlo bowed in salute, returned to his seat, and sat down beside Ilsha, Renault and Strass left. At this time, the wall lamp dimmed and the performance was about to begin.
The camera was shining on the dance floor, and the reporter stood in the spotlight.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, now we are going to continue tonight's show. Invite the famous South American female singer Miss Andrea to perform a splendid show.
A woman appeared in the spotlight with a guitar hanging on her shoulders. After she was introduced, the audience burst into applause.
We saw Laszlo and Ilsa sitting in their seats again.
Laszlo: Stras... this time they really want to keep me from leaving.
Ilsa: Victor, I am very worried for you.
Laszlo: We have encountered difficulties before.
He put a hand on Ilsha's, and Ilsha smiled at him, but her eyes were still disturbed.
Laszlo: (After the camera cuts into the restaurant crowd and the female singer sings "In the place where the rose grows" in Spanish) I must find out about the situation from Berger. If you find someone paying attention to me, remember his face. We must know who is our enemy and who is our friend.
Ilsa nodded, and said worriedly, "Be careful."
Laszlo stood up and walked to the end of the bar cabinet at the other end of the dining room-Laszlo walked through the dining room in the darker light. Although most people pay attention to singers, some overpopulate them. Ilsha looked at him worriedly from his seat.
Berger was drinking slowly in front of the bar cabinet, and the voice of a Spanish female singer could be heard. Laszlo walked into the camera and sat down casually on a seat next to Berger.
Laszlo: (to Sasha) Please give a glass of champagne cocktail.
Sasha: Yes, sir.
As Sasha walked away to make a cocktail, Laszlo took out a cigarette and Berger approached him to light it.
Berger: (whispering)...Mr. Laszlo, I know you from a photo in the newspaper.
Laszlo: In the concentration camp, you'll be thinner.
Berger: We have read news from the newspaper five times and said that you were killed in five different places.
Laszlo: (smiling barely) You know it's true every time... Thank God you found me, Berger. I am looking for someone named Yugart. He agreed to help me.
Berger: (Shaking his head silently) Mr. Laszlo, Yugart is already overwhelmed by himself. He has been arrested for homicide. Arrested here tonight.
Laszlo: (Listening calmly to the shocking news) So that's it.
Berger: (Enthusiasm) But those of us who are still free must do our best for you. We are organized, sir-like underground work everywhere. Tomorrow night there will be a meeting, if you are willing to attend—(He saw a military police coming by in the background, so he
stopped .) Irsa’s dining table, Renault came quietly behind her, before he could speak, she said nothing. Not aware.
Renault: Miss... (Ilsha was taken aback, but she concealed it with a smile.)
Ilsha: Captain Renault.
Renault: Isn't even me unpopular? (He gestures to the seat next to her, expressing that he wants to sit with her.)
Ilsha: We are in Casablanca, under your protection, Shang Wei... (She nods and gives up her seat, with a friendly attitude, But it's generous.)
Renault: Thank you. (After he sits down, he greets a waiter who is wandering and says to him) I want the best champagne and put it on my account.
Ilsha: No...
Renault: (waves to make the waiter leave) This is a little game we played. They charged it to my account, and I tore it off again. This is the most convenient thing.
The singing was over, and the audience applauded. The lights came on too-looking over from their side, seeing the female singer call for a curtain call and exit, Sam pushed his piano out. Then we saw Ilsha sitting at the table with Renault, and she looked at Sam.
Renault: Miss, people say that you are the most beautiful woman among the tourists in Casablanca. I think their praise of you is far from enough.
Ilsha: You've been rewarded. Your uniform is very beautiful, Captain.
Renault: (Proudly) On every different occasion, I have a different uniform—(seriously; pretending to be certain) every different occasion. (He points to the row of medals hanging on his chest) What do you think of my medals?
Ilsa: One of them is crooked.
Renault: I really got this one myself. It should be in a more prominent position.
Ilsa smiled. At this moment, she heard the sound of Sam's piano, and she looked at Sam again. We saw Sam sitting at the piano again-while he was playing, he secretly glanced in the direction of Ilsa, then looked elsewhere, after which the camera returned to Ilsa's table. Ilsha looked back at Renault.
Ilsa: Shang Wei, the man who plays the piano-I seem to have seen him somewhere.
Renault: Are you talking about Sam? He came here from Paris with Rick.
Ilsa: Rick? who is he?
Renault: (smiling) Miss, you are in the Rick Hotel. Well, Rick is--
Ilsha: (Self-mannered, but keeps asking) What is it?
Renault: He is this kind of man...well, if I were a woman and my husband... (pointing to himself lightly) was not here, I would fall in love with Rick. You see how stupid I am! Talk to a beautiful woman about another man! …
A gendarme (the gendarme who appeared in the background of the scene in front of the bar cabinet by Laszlo and Berger) entered the camera and stood next to Renault, trying to get his attention. Renault looked up at him, looking bored.
Gendarmerie: Captain...
Renault: (boringly) What's the matter?
Gendarmerie: (to Ilsa) I'm sorry... (he leaned over to whisper to Renault for a while)
Renault: (in disgust-whispered) Not now, fool.
Gendarmerie: But, Captain... (to Ilsa) I'm sorry... (The gendarmerie whispers to
Renault again) Renault: (Abandon the original claim, sigh-stand up) I'm sorry. I'll be here in a while.
Ilsha: (with a faint smile) I will live as long as possible to wait for you to come back.
Renault didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he decided to treat it as a compliment to himself. He bowed and retreated, and the military police followed. As soon as they left, Ilsa immediately looked elsewhere and called...
Ilsa: Sam.
Sam looked up, shocked. Ilsha beckoned him to come. Sam hesitated, then pushed the piano over, followed by a close-up shot of Ilsha's dining table. When Sam pushed the piano over, there was a strange expression of fear on his face. To be honest, Yi Ersha was not as calm as she tried to hide it. On the back of this demeanor, there is a mysterious and deep feeling.
Ilsha: Hello, Sam.
Sam: Hello, Miss Ilsha. I never thought I would see you again.
Ilsa: It's been a long time since I saw you. From then to now, the Seine has flowed a lot of water under the Naif Bridge.
Sam: Yes, Miss Ilsha. There was a lot of water flowing under the bridge. (He sits down and prepares to play the piano)
Ilsha: Sam, let's play some songs that I used to sing often.
Sam started to play a tune. He was a little unsure, as if waiting for something. But despite this, he started to play...
Ilsha: Where is Rick?
Sam: (dodge) I don't know. Did not see him all night.
Ilsa gave him a tolerant smile. Sam looked very uncomfortable.
Ilsa: When will he come back?
Sam: I won't be back tonight. He is not coming. Oh, he went home.
Ilsha: Does he often go back so early?
Sam: He never—I mean—(embarrassingly) Oh, he has a girlfriend at—Blue Parrot Restaurant—and he goes there often.
Ilsha: Sam, you are less and less able to lie.
Sam: Don't bother him, Miss Ilsha. You will only bring misfortune to him.
Ilsa: (gently) Sam, in order to miss the past, you can play it again!
Sam: I don't know what you are referring to, Miss Ilsha.
Ilsa: Play it, Sam, play "Time Flies".
Sam: I can't remember, Miss Ilsha! (Of course he remembers. But he doesn't want to play this tune. He seems to be even more scared.)
Ilsha: I'll hum the tone for you. (She hums)
Sam: I really can't remember!
Ilsha: I don't think you can remember it anymore. Let me play.
Sam: No, Miss Ilsha. I remember now. (He plays very softly)
Ilsa: Sing, Sam.
Sam: I can't recite the lyrics.
Ilsa: (gently) I read it to you, (she reads the first lyrics to him) "You must remember..."
So Sam went on singing:
You must remember that
kissing is after all Kissing,
sighing but just sighing.
Entrance to the casino: Rick staggered out. He heard the singing and his face was pale.
Rick: What-Sam! I told you never to play this tune again.
He stopped suddenly, neither speaking nor moving. His sight saw Sam and Ilsa beside the piano. Then came a close-up shot of Sam and Ilsa. Sam looked back at Rick and stopped playing. Even if Ilsa didn't look back, he already knew what was going on. She knew who she would see when she looked back. She turned her head slowly. She held her breath.
Rick's close-up, he completely stopped his breath. This is a heavy blow, a strong shock. For a long time, he just looked at her, you can understand what he was thinking. He moved forward, his eyes fixed on her. A close-up shot followed him as he walked through the dining room. Ilsha also looked directly at Rick. Sam was completely taken aback. He put the bench on the piano and complained lamentingly—
Sam: You did it all!
He quickly pushed away the piano. Ilsha did not pay attention to his words. She still looked at Rick. At the same time, Renault and Laszlo came over from the bar cabinet.
Then we saw the three of them at the table (Ilsha, Renault and Laszlo), and Renault and Laszlo were walking hand in hand.
Renault: (to Ilsha) Look what I found for you—a guard wandering outside.
She seemed to hear nothing, and Renault looked in the direction she was staring.
Renault: Oh, you just asked, Rick, he's here.
Now Rick walked into the camera.
Renault: Rick, my dear friend, there are some beautiful characters here. Let me introduce-
Rick: Hello, Ilsha.
Ilsa: (in a low voice) Hello, Rick. (She stretches out her hand to him, Rick shook her hand.)
Renault: Oh, you've seen Rick, miss? (Neither Rick nor Ilsa answered him) Okay, then, you probably also
know— Ilsa: This is Mr. Laszlo.
When she said this, the expression on her face was very embarrassing-as if she didn't dare to speak, but at the same time she would rather let her speak instead of others. Rick looked at Laszlo, then looked at Ilsa and smiled. From his smile, you can experience a look of mockery.
Laszlo: Hello.
Rick: Hello.
Laszlo: In Casablanca, I heard many legends about Rick.
Rick: (Looking back at him) All over the world, I also heard many legends about Laszlo.
Laszlo: Would you like to drink with us?
Rick: I do. But I never drink, except when I am alone.
Laszlo: (While they sit down, they say with a smile) Well, the old saying "drink alone and enjoy
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