INSERT - A revolving globe. When it stops revolving it turns
briefly into a contour map of Europe, then into a flat map.
Superimposed over this map are scenes of refugees fleeing from
all sections of Europe by foot, wagon, auto, and boat, and all
converging upon one point on the tip of Africa -- Casablanca.
Arrows on the map illustrate the routes taken as the voice of a
NARRATOR describes the migration.
With the coming of the Second World
War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe
turned hopefully, or desperately,
toward the freedom of the Americas.
Lisbon became the great embarkation
point. But not everybody could get
to Lisbon directly, and so, a tortuous,
roundabout refugee trail sprang up.
Paris to Marseilles, across the
Mediterranean to Oran, then by train,
or auto, or foot, across the rim of
Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.
Here, the fortunate ones, through money,
or influence, or luck, might obtain
exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and
from Lisbon to the New World. But
the others wait in Casablanca -- and
wait — and wait — and wait .
The narrator's voice fade away...
EXT. OLD MOORISH SECTION OF THE CITY - DAY
At first only the turrets and rooftops are visible against
a torrid sky.
The facades of the Moorish buildings give way to a narrow,
twisting street crowded with the polyglot life of a native
quarter. The intense desert sun holds the scene in a torpid
tranquility. Activity is unhurried and sounds are muted.
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
A POLICE OFFICER takes a piece of paper from the typewriter,
turns to a microphone, and reads.
To all officers! Two German
couriers carrying important official
documents murdered on train from
Oran. Murderer and possible
accomplices headed for Casablanca.
Round up all suspicious characters
and search them for stolen
EXT. A STREET IN THE OLD MOORISH SECTION - DAY
An officer BLOWS his whistle several times.
There is pandemonium as native guards begin to round up
A police car, full of officers, with SIREN BLARING, screams
through the street and stops in the market.
Some try to escape but are caught by the police and loaded
into a police wagon.
At a street corner TWO POLICEMEN stop a white CIVILIAN and
May we see your papers?
I don't think I have them on me.
In that case, we'll have to ask you
to come along.
The civilian pats his pockets.
Wait. It's just possible that I...
Yes, here they are.
He brings out his papers. The second policeman examines
These papers expired three weeks ago.
You'll have to come along.
Suddenly the civilian breaks away and starts to run wildly
down the street.
The policeman SHOUTS "Halt", but the civilian keeps going.
JAN and ANNINA BRANDEL, a very young and attractive refugee
couple from Bulgaria, watch as the civilian passes. They've
been thrust by circumstances from a simple country life into
an unfamiliar and hectic world.
A shot RINGS out, and the man falls to the ground. Above
him, painted on the wall, is a large poster of Marshal
Petain, which reads: "Je tiens mes promesses, meme celles
des autres . "
The policeman frantically searches the body, but only
finds Free French literature.
EXT. PALAIS DE JUSTICE - DAY
We see an inscription carved in a marble block along the
roofline of the building: "Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite"