Rick, I have to talk to you.
[Rick is drunk]
Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here.
[passes her a drink]
No. No, Rick, not tonight.
[he pours a drink]
Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.
I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know...
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 - "
Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.
You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?
[on the verge of tears]
I didn't count the days.
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.
Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Has it got a wow finish?
I don't know the finish yet.
Well, go on. Tell it - maybe one will come to you as you go along.
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.
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]
- Won't you join us?
- Thank you.
- It's a pleasure to have you here, major.
- Champagne and a tin of caviar.
May I recommend Veuve Clicquot '26,
a good French wine.
- Thank you.
- Very well, sir.
- A very interesting club.
- Especially so tonight, major.
In a few minutes you'll see the arrest
of the man who murdered your couriers.
I expected no less, captain.
- Will you please come with us?
May I first please cash my chips?
Very lucky, huh?
Two thousand, please.
Rick! Rick, help me!
- Don't be a fool. You can't get away.
- But, Rick, hide me. Do something!
When they come for me,
I hope you'll be more of a help.
I stick my neck out for nobody.
I'm sorry there was a disturbance, folks,
but it's all over now.
Just sit down and have a good time.
Enjoy yourselves. All right, Sam.
Rick, this is Major Heinrich Strasser
of the Third Reich.
- How do you do, Mr. Rick?
- How do you do?
You already know Herr Heinze
of the Third Reich.
Please join us, Mr. Rick.
We are very honored tonight.
Major Strasser is one of the reasons the
Third Reich enjoys the reputation it has.
You repeat Third Reich as though
you expected there to be others.
Well, personally, major,
I will take what comes.
Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions?
- Unofficially, of course.
- Make it official if you like.
- What is your nationality?
- I'm a drunkard.
And that makes Rick a citizen
of the world.
I was born in New York City,
if that'll help you any.
I understand you came here from Paris
at the time of the occupation.
There seems to be no secret
Are you one of those people...
...who cannot imagine the Germans
in their beloved Paris?
It's not particularly my beloved Paris.
Can you imagine us in London?
When you get there, ask me.
How about New York?
Well, there are
sections of New York, major...
...that I wouldn't advise
you to try to invade.
- Who do you think will win the war?
- I haven't the slightest idea.
Rick is completely neutral
And that takes in the field
of women too.
You were not always
so carefully neutral.
We have a complete dossier on you.
"Richard Blaine, American. Age: 37.
Cannot return to his country."
The reason is a little vague.
We also know what you did in Paris.
And also we know why you left Paris.
we're not going to broadcast it.
Are my eyes really brown?
You will forgive my curiosity,
Mr. Blaine. The point is...
...an enemy of the Reich
has come to Casablanca...
...and we are checking up on anybody
who can be of any help to us.
My interest in whether Victor Laszlo
stays or goes is purely a sporting one.
In this case you have no sympathy
for the fox?
Not particularly. I understand
the point of view of the hound too.
Laszlo published the foulest lies
in the Prague newspapers...
...until the day we marched in.
And even after that, he continued
to print scandal sheets in his cellar.
Of course, one must admit
he has great courage.
I admit he's clever. Three times
he slipped through our fingers.
In Paris he continued his activities.
We intend not to let it happen again.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Your business
is politics, mine is running a saloon.
Good evening, Mr. Blaine.
You see, major?
You have nothing to worry about Rick.
- I reserved a table. Victor Laszlo.
- Yes, Monsieur Laszlo. Right this way.
Two Cointreaux, please.
I saw no one of Ugarte's description.
Victor, I feel somehow
we shouldn't stay here.
If we would walk out so soon
it would only call attention to us.
Perhaps Ugarte is in
some other part of the café.
Excuse me, but you look like a couple
who are on their way to America.
You'll find a market there for this ring.
I'm forced to sell it at a great sacrifice.
- Thank you, but I hardly think...
- Perhaps for the lady.
The ring is quite unique.
- Yes, I'm very interested.
What is your name?
At your service, sir.
I'll meet you in a few minutes
at the bar.
We don't want the ring,
but thanks for showing it to us.
Such a bargain.
But that is your decision?
Clip duration: 327 seconds
Genres: drama, romance, war
Summary: A cynical American expatriate struggles to decide whether or not he should help his former lover and her fugitive husband escape French Morocco.