Casablanca Page #7

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Then he sees Rick and they smile at each other. At the

end of the number Ferrari goes to the bar to speak to Rick.

FERRARI:

Hello, Rick.

RICK:

Hello, Ferrari. How's business at

the Blue Parrot?

FERRARI:

Fine, but I would like to buy your

cafe .

RICK:

It's not for sale.

FERRARI:

You haven't heard my offer.

RICK:

It's not for sale at any price.

FERRARI:

What do you want for Sam?

RICK:

I don't buy or sell human beings.

FERRARI:

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That's too bad. That's Casablanca's

leading commodity. In refugees

alone we could make a fortune if you

would work with me through the black

market .

RICK:

Suppose you run your business and

let me run mine.

FERRARI:

Suppose we ask Sam. Maybe he'd like

to make a change.

RICK:

Suppose we do.

FERRARI:

My dear Rick, when will you realize

that in this world today isolationism

is no longer a practical policy?

Rick and Ferrari walk over to the piano.

RICK:

Sam, Ferrari wants you to work for

him at the Blue Parrot.

SAM:

I like it fine here.

RICK:

He'll double what I pay you.

SAM:

Yeah, but I ain't got time to spend

the money I make here.

RICK:

Sorry .

Apparently satisfied, Ferrari walks away.

Back at the bar, YVONNE, an attractive young French woman,

sits on a stool drinking brandy.

Sacha, who looks at her with lovesick eyes, fills her

tumbler .

SACHA:

The boss's private stock. Because,

Yvonne, I loff you.

YVONNE:

(morosely)

Oh, shut up.

SACHA:

(fondly)

All right, all right. For you,

Yvonne, I shot opp, because, Yvonne,

I loff you. Uh oh.

Rick saunters over and leans on the bar, next to Yvonne.

He pays no attention to her. She looks at him bitterly,

without saying a word.

SACHA:

Oh, Monsieur Rick, Monsieur Rick.

Some Germans, boom, boom, boom,

boom, gave this check. Is it all

right?

Rick looks the check over and tears it up. Yvonne has

never taken her eyes off Rick.

YVONNE:

Where were you last night?

RICK:

That's so long ago, I don't remember.

YVONNE:

Will I see you tonight?

RICK:

(matt er-of-f act ly)

I never make plans that far ahead.

Yvonne turns, looks at Sacha, and extends her glass to him.

YVONNE:

Give me another.

RICK:

Sacha, she's had enough.

YVONNE:

Don't listen to him, Sacha. Fill

it up .

SACHA:

Yvonne, I loff you, but he pays me.

Yvonne wheels on Rick with drunken fury.

YVONNE:

Rick, I'm sick and tired of having

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you --

RICK:

-- Sacha, call a cab.

SACHA:

Yes, boss.

Rick takes Yvonne by the arm.

RICK:

Come on, we're going to get your

coat .

YVONNE:

Take your hands off me!

He pulls her along toward the door.

RICK:

No. You're going home. You've had

a little too much to drink.

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