A Night in Casablanca Page #3

that doesn't steal money.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- Please do not take offense.

You're making a mountain

out of a molehill.

That's quite a trick.

You try that sometime.

You notice we did not mention

your salary?

You're darn right I have. What about it?

- You get 500 francs a week.

- Fair enough.

- What about my laundry?

- Laundry?

- Yes. The stuff that doesn't come back.

- We pick up your laundry once a month.

If you wait that long,

you won't be able to pick it up.

- Pierre.

- Annette, what are you doing here?

Darling, I had to come.

I found this in the hotel.

It may mean something.

"Kruss and Company, Berlin."

This was made for Heinrich Stubel.

- Do you have a hotel guest named Stubel?

- Not that I know of.

'Course if you have,

he's probably changed his name.

Stubel was a big-shot Nazi

stationed in Paris.

Maybe this is the lead

you've been waiting for.

Maybe. Run back to the hotel as fast as

you can and put this in the lost-and-found.

I doubt he'll be so stupid as to ask for it,

but just in case.

All right. Bye.

Imprisoned. Helpless.

Unable to show my face.

Trapped in this room all the time.

This is an animal existence.

- Please control yourself.

- Control yourself, she says.

Me, Heinrich Stubel,

defeated by a stupid toupee.

A wig, a few strands of hair.

Why do I have to have

this scar on my head...

to brand me, to mark me?

I have an idea.

What is it?

I shall see you later.

- Be careful, don't arouse suspicion.

- Don't worry.

See who it is. Quick.

You've got my toupee.

Give it to me, quick.

Thank you.

Du Schweinund. You inferior ape.

- Let me. Just once.

- Go ahead.

Kurt, he wants to have a duel.

Wonderful.

- And it's been so long since Heidelberg.

- Cut him up a little.

I shall enjoy watching.

It will soothe me to see someone in pain.

Very well.

Without my toupee, I have nowhere to go.

We shall wait.

Come out, you dog.

He thinks that will protect him

against me...

the finest swordsman in Bavaria.

We shall duel according to tradition.

Give me your sword.

Gentlemen, choose your weapons.

That fool.

Only one.

- For that, he will get another cut.

- I shall enjoy watching.

Now, gentlemen, back to back.

When I count three, you walk five paces,

then you turn and defend yourselves.

One, two, three, go.

One, two, three, four, five. En garde.

Over there.

Kurt, it seems as if

he's making a fool of you.

Just wait.

Very well. Remember Heidelberg.

Get him.

- Very good, Kurt.

- Pick up your sword.

- What's the matter with you, Kurt?

- Stand still and fight.

Kurt, come on.

Show your swordsmanship.

Jawohl!

For that, I'm going to kill you.

Down on your knees, you swine.

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