A Night in Casablanca Page #4

- You're wasting your time. Cut him up.

- Get up and fight!

I would like to see a little blood.

Hello.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks. Cigar?

- No, thanks.

- You want a light?

How are things down the other end?

This is like living in Pittsburgh,

if you can call that living.

I am Beatrice Reiner. I stop at the hotel.

I'm Ronald Kornblow. I stop at nothing.

- I am looking for something.

- Arert we all?

Mr. Kornblow, I lost my diamond clip...

and I thought it might have turned up

in the lost-and-found department.

The lost-and-found department.

Just slink yourself over this way.

Here we are in the lost-and-found.

I'm lost, and you're found.

My clip, please.

I'll take a look. If I can't find the clip...

perhaps I can interest you

in something else.

You think you lost something?

Get a load of this, a toupee.

- Who could have lost that?

- Some guy must have blown his top.

But I just love your hair.

It's so soft and silky.

Silky now, but next year I'm getting nylon.

I think you're the most beautiful woman

in the whole world.

Do you really?

No, but I don't mind lying

if it'll get me somewheres.

- I shall be in the Supper Club tonight.

- Supper Club?

- Yes. Will you join me?

- Why? Are you coming apart?

Come on now.

You wouldn't say no to a lady.

I don't know why not.

They always say no to me.

If you come to the Supper Club,

I shall sing some opera for you.

Bye-bye, now.

And remember...

I shall be singing only for you.

You don't have to sing for me.

Just whistle.

That reminds me,

I must get my watch fixed.

Come on now.

Everyone sings with me, all right?

Bravo. That was wonderful.

- Beatrice, you were magnificent.

- Thank you, Count.

We take no more chances with Kornblow.

We get rid of him tonight.

- Tonight?

- Yes.

Make a rendezvous with him later.

Some quiet corner away from the hotel.

Say, 11:
00.

- Exactly what corner?

- Rue Lafayette.

- Very well.

- Waiter.

You will find an excuse

to leave here in time.

You will drive the car and you will see to it

that it looks like a traffic accident.

And make it fatal. That's all, waiter.

- All right, what do you want?

- Not so quick, my friend. It costs money.

What are you talking about?

You know I'm broke.

I also know that you're looking for a man

who wears a toupee.

You know who he is?

This means everything to me.

If you know who he is, tell me.

The wheel has been unkind to me tonight.

I should like to try again.

- It would only take a few hundred francs.

- I'll pay you, I promise.

- A croupier doesn't accept promises.

- Tell me his name.

If you happen to find a few hundred francs,

I'll be at the Brass Monkey.

What's the matter?

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