Casablanca Page #5

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GERMAN:

Of all the nerve! Who do you

think... I know there's gambling

in there ! There ' s no secret . You

dare not keep me out of here!

The man tries to push his way through the door as Rick

walks up.

RICK:

(coldly)

Yes? What's the trouble?

ABDUL:

This gentleman --

The German interrupts and waves his card.

GERMAN:

I've been in every gambling room

between Honolulu and Berlin and if

you think I'm going to be kept out

of a saloon like this, you're very

much mistaken.

At this moment UGARTE, a small, thin man with a nervous air,

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tries to squeeze through the doorway blocked by the German.

If he were an American, Ugarte would look like a tout.

He gets through and passes Rick.

UGARTE:

Uh, excuse me, please. Hello,

Rick.

RICK:

(softly)

Hello Ugarte.

Rick looks at the German calmly, takes the card out of his

hand, and tears it up.

RICK:

Your cash is good at the bar.

GERMAN:

What ! Do you know who I am?

RICK:

I do . You ' re lucky the bar ' s open

to you.

GERMAN:

This is outrageous. I shall report

it to the Angriff !

The German storms off, tossing the pieces of his card into

the air behind him.

Rick meets Ugarte on his way back to his table.

UGARTE:

(fawning)

Huh. You know, Rick, watching you

just now with the Deutsches Bank,

one would think you'd been doing

this all your life.

RICK:

(stiffening)

Well, what makes you think I

haven't?

UGARTE:

(vaguely)

Oh, nothing. But when you first

came to Casablanca, I thought --

RICK:

(coldly)

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-- You thought what?

Fearing to offend Rick, Ugarte laughs.

UGARTE:

What right do I have to think?

Ugarte pulls out a chair at Rick's table.

UGARTE:

May I? Too bad about those two

German couriers, wasn't it?

RICK:

(indifferently)

They got a lucky break. Yesterday

they were just two German clerks.

Today they're the 'Honored Dead'.

UGARTE:

You are a very cynical person, Rick,

if you'll forgive me for saying so.

Ugarte sits down.

RICK:

(shortly)

I forgive you.

A waiter comes up to the table with a tray of drinks. He

places one before Ugarte.

UGARTE:

Thank you.

(to Rick)

Will you have a drink with me please?

RICK:

No.

UGARTE:

I forgot. You never drink with...

(to waiter)

I'll have another, please.

(to Rick, sadly)

You despise me, don't you?

RICK:

(indifferently)

If I gave you any thought, I probably

would.

UGARTE:

But why? Oh, you object to the kind

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of business I do, huh? But think of

all those poor refugees who must rot

in this place if I didn't help them.

That's not so bad. Through ways of

my own I provide them with exit

visas .

RICK:

For a price, Ugarte, for a price.

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