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: Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake. Sam
] I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa. Ilsa
: Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By." Sam
] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it. Ilsa
: I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing
: Sing it, Sam. Sam
] You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings-... Rick
: [rushing up
] Sam, I thought I told you never to play-...
[Sees Ilsa. Sam closes the piano and rolls it away
: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met... Rick
: Was La Belle Aurore. Ilsa
: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris. Rick
: Not an easy day to forget. Ilsa
: No. Rick
: I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
: Rick, I have to talk to you. Rick
: [Rick is drunk
] Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here.
[passes her a drink
: No. No, Rick, not tonight. Rick
: *Especially* tonight. Ilsa
[he pours a drink
: Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places. Ilsa
: I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know... Rick
: It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - " Ilsa
: Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel. Rick
] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey? Ilsa
: [on the verge of tears
] I didn't count the days. Rick
: Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wow finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out. Ilsa
: Can I tell you a story, Rick? Rick
: Has it got a wow finish? Ilsa
: I don't know the finish yet. Rick
: Well, go on. Tell it - maybe one will come to you as you go along. Ilsa
: It's about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love. Rick
] Yes, it's very pretty. I heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began.
: Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in between or... aren't you the kind that tells?
[Ilsa tearfully and silently leaves. Rick's face falls in his hands sadly, knowing that he's said all the wrong things
: [to Ilsa
] I was informed that you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a *gross* understatement. Ilsa
: [genuinely pleased
] You're very kind.
: A franc for your thoughts. Rick
: In America they'd bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that's about all they're worth. Ilsa
: Well, I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me. Rick
: Well, I was wondering... Ilsa
: Yes? Rick
: Why I'm so lucky. Why I should find you waiting for me to come along. Ilsa
: Why there is no other man in my life? Rick
: Uh-huh. Ilsa
: That's easy: there was. And he's dead.
: I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us. Rick
: All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid. Ilsa
] I wish I didn't love you so much.
: I'm sorry for asking. I forgot we said "no questions". Ilsa
: Well, only one answer can take care of all our questions.
[She approaches his lips for a kiss
: Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh? Ilsa
: We said no questions. Rick
: ...Here's looking at you, kid.
: I love you so much. And I hate this war so much.
: [laughs ironically
] With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love. Rick
: Yeah, it's pretty bad timing. Where were you, say, ten years ago? Ilsa
: [trying to be cheerful
] Ten years ago? Well, let's see...
: Oh, yes, I was having a brace put on my teeth. Where were you? Rick
: Looking for a job.
: Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.
: 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! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie? Captain 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, we, 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 lowers her head and begins to cry
: Now, now...
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet
: Here's looking at you kid.
: Who is Rick? Captain Renault
: Mamoiselle, you are in Rick's! And Rick is... Ilsa
: Who is he? Captain Renault
: Well, Rick is the kind of man that... well, if I were a woman, and I were not around, I should be in love with Rick. But what a fool I am talking to a beautiful woman about another man.
: Thank you for the coffee, monsieur. I shall miss that when I leave Casablanca. Senor Ferrari
: It was gracious of you to share it with me.
: By the way, last night you evinced an interest in Señor Ugarte. Victor Laszlo
: Yes. Captain Renault
: I believe you have a message for him? Victor Laszlo
: Nothing important, but may I speak to him now? Major Heinrich Strasser
: You would find the conversation a trifle one-sided. Señor Ugarte is dead. Ilsa
: Oh. Captain Renault
: I am making out the report now. We haven't quite decided yet whether he committed suicide or died trying to escape.
: Why did you come back? To tell me why you ran out on me at the railway station? Ilsa
: ...Yes. Rick
: Well, you can tell me now. I'm reasonably sober.
: [in her goodbye letter
] Richard, I cannot go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go, my darling, and God bless you. Ilsa.
: Everything is in order. Rick
: All except one thing. There's something you should know before you leave. Victor Laszlo
: Mr. Blaine, I don't ask you to explain anything. Rick
: I'm going to anyway because it may make a difference to you later on. You said you knew about Ilsa and me. Victor Laszlo
: Yes. Rick
: What you didn't know was that she was at my place last night when you were. She came there for the letters of transit. Isn't that true, Ilsa? Ilsa
: Yes. Rick
: She tried everything to get them and nothing worked. She did her best to convince me she was still in love with me but that was over long ago. For your sake she pretended it wasn't and I let her pretend. Victor Laszlo
: I understand. Rick
: Here it is.
[hands Lazlo the letters of transit
] Victor Laszlo
: Thanks. I appreciate it. Welcome back to the fight. This time I *know* our side will win.
[airplane engines start
] Victor Laszlo
: Are you ready, Ilsa? Ilsa
: Yes, I'm ready. Good-bye Rick. God bless you. Rick
: You better hurry. You'll miss that plane.
: [to Rick
] He is my husband, and was, even when I knew you in Paris.
: [to Rick
] Was that cannon fire, or is it my heart pounding?
] Richard, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but you are our last hope. If you won't help us, Victor Laszlo will die in Casablanca. Rick
: What of it? I'm gonna die in Casablanca. It's a good spot for it.