All language subtitles for A Night In Casablanca

(celebratory music)

(relaxing music)

(patrons chattering)

(man laughing)

(dramatic music)
(thumping)

(exotic sorrowful music)

- He's dead.
(patrons murmuring)

(heels clacking)

(telephone ringing)

- Capitaine Bruzard,

Prefect of Police speaking.

What?

Rolazoides?
- What is it, Capitaine?

- What was it, Doctor?

I see.

Thank you, Doctor.
(thumping)

The manager fell
dead at the hotel.

Dr. Fouchet thinks
he was poisoned!

- Poisoned, he was murdered!

This situation is
becoming intolerable!

Three managers of
the Hotel Casablanca

in the last six
months dead, murdered!

- Attention, attanetion!

Murder at the Hotel Casablanca.

The Manager,
Rolazoides, found dead.

Round up all likely suspects.

(dramatic music)

- Say, what do you
think you're doing?

Holding up the building?

Come on!

(clattering)
(crashing)

(dramatic music)
(clattering)

(pedestrians chattering)

- No further questions,
you may go now.

In all my experience,
I've never come against

a series of murders
with so few clues!

- Won't you please listen
to Lieutenant Delbar?

- Delbar, who is he?

- Oh I'm sure you'll
be interested!

Lieutenant Delbar,

the Governor General,
Monsieur Gandalou.

- I'm honored, sir.

A pleasure to see
you again, sir.

- You're on active
duty, Lieutenant?

- I'm on reserve, sir.

I wear the uniform, I
have no other clothes.

- [Bruzard] Lieutenant, you
have something to tell us

about the Rolazoides affair?

- Yes Captain.

Doesn't this confirm the theory

I spoke to you about last time?

- What theory?
- Not a theory,

an Arabian Nights fable.

- But it's true monsieur, I
am the only one who knows.

- And nobody listened.

- Well I am listening.

What is it?

- Well sir, it was in Paris,
during the Occupation.

The Nazis ordered me to fly
a plane to South America.

They forced me at
the point of a gun.

The cargo was worth
millions, it was Nazi loot!

Jewels, gold, and
priceless paintings.

I couldn't bear to fly it
out of French territory,

so I cut off my fuel and
crash-landed here in Casablanca.

I was interned, investigated,

and when I managed to
get back to the plane,

the treasure was gone.

- But what has that to
do with these murders?

- But don't you see sir?

The Hotel Casablanca
was controlled by Nazis.

- But now it's operated
by the French Government.

- That's just the point.

Some group is trying desperately

to gain control of the hotel!

It can't be for profit,
it's government property.

But it might in some way be
connected with the treasure.

- [Gandalou] What is your
interest in all this?

- Well, sir, if the treasure
is found in Casablanca,

it'll prove that I
acted as a patriot.

- I see.

So that's it.

Lieutenant, we're not concerned
with clearing your name.

Our only interest is
solving these murders,

and finding a new manager.

Good day.

(knocking)
- Who is it?

- Waiter.
- Come in.

Good.

Get Beatrice.

(paper rustling)

(thumping)

(pages rustling)

Valet.

Valet!

Rusty, you schweinehund,
where are you?

Come in here!

Where in blazes is
he hiding out now?

(door thumping)

(clattering)
(thumping)

Why don't you obey my orders,

eh, eh?
(smacking)

I have enough of you and
your tomfoolery here!

Two hours ago I told
you to get the tailor,

make everything ready
for the fitting!

- Where is he?

Oh, hello, Max.

- Uh, Kurt, see what
you can make of this.

My decoding is not
what it used to be.

Beatrice I'm glad you are here.

There's a very important
cable to be decoded.

- I would have come sooner
but that Bruzard kept me.

He's questioning everyone
who works in the hotel.

- Oh, you have nothing
to worry about.

In a few moments, at dinner
I accept the managership.

- Oh well finally!
(chuckling)

- I could have agreed
this afternoon,

but I did not wish to
appear overanxious.

- Good.

- This is from Schweigler
in South America.

- Yes, I know, but
what does he say?

- It's very difficult to
decode, give me a little time.

- Yes?

- Oh, here it is.

- Yeah?
- Hmm...

- Why delay?
- Runt you moron!

What is this?

The vest is inside out!

- Why delay?
- Yes.

- Speed imperative.

Every lost moment,
increases danger.

- Yeah?
- Treasury discovery,

discovery,
- Yeah.

- would be, disastrous.

- Yes, very well.

I, I wire him right away.

- Max!
- Yeah?

- Look at you!
- Look at what?

- Your hat.
- What is this?

You schweinehund!

(clapping)
You silent idiot!

You (speaking foreign language)!

I'll teach you how
(thumping)

to play tricks on me!

Now stay away from
me from now on!

Get in there and
clean up these rooms!

Ape!

(hissing)

(whirring)

(hissing)

(clattering)

(hissing)
(whirring)

And now Beatrice I'm ready

to dine with the
Governor General.

- Max!
- Huh?

- Your toupee!
- You can't go without that,

it's too dangerous!

You will be recognized!

That scar on your head!

- Rusty, Rusty,
where's my toupee?

(clanking)

(pleasant music)
(singing in foreign language)

(applauding)

- Bravo!
- Bravo, bravo!

- Bravo!
(relaxing music)

- Count Pfferman
is one hour late.

- He has no intention
of accepting.

You cannot blame him.

Let us go.

- Wait.

I have an idea.

I will send a wire
to the manager of the
Desert View Hotel.

- Desert View Hotel?

Perfect, he's way
out on the desert.

He could not have heard
about these murders.

Who is he?

- Oh his name escapes me.

(sedate music)

- Miss Bernard, you can put this

with the lost-and-found
articles.

(chuckling)
- Of all things, a toupee!

- One of the maids emptied

a vacuum cleaner
and found it inside.

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(whirring)

(chuckling)
- That's it.

(honking)

Hey Rusty, you come back

to see your friend the
Corbaccio (chuckles)?

How do you was, how
do you was (chuckles)?

- Capitaine, we have
no time to waste.

The new manager's train
arrives in five minutes.

- Hey Rusty you hear that?

They got a new
manager for the hotel.

(chuckles) Any man
that take-a this job

must be a big sucker.

Anybody here for the
Hotel Casablanca?

Anybody here for the

Hotel Casablanca?
- I'm going to the

(train whistle blowing)
Hotel Casablanca.

- Oh, are you the new manager?

- New manager?

- Anybody here for
the Hotel Casablanca?

Anybody here for the
Hotel Casablanca?

- Here, here, here boy,
I'm going to the hotel.

- They'll never let you in.

Anybody...
- Wait a minute,

do they let you in?
- Sure.

I'll put a stop to that,
I'm the new manager.

- You're the new manager?

That's a-fine!

- Just come here with that bag.

- Ah, the hotel sent
me down to welcome you.

- Just give me my valuables.

- Don't worry, you can trust me.

- I don't even trust me.

- Ah!

Ah, you're gonna
like-a this job.

- You buy?

Nice, cheap, cheap!
- Scram, scram!

Get out of here!
(mumbling)

You gotta be careful
of those guys,

they take you to the cleaners!

- What about you?
- I take you to the hotel.

- Just what is your racket?

- I got-a no racket.

I make-a my living with camels.

- What do you do
with your camels?

- They're taxicabs.

I'm a President of the
Yellow Camel Company.

- Aren't all the camels
in Casablanca yellow?

- Hey, you crazy.

We got a Checker Camel
Company too, eh look.

- [Manager] Must be
expensive to operate.

- Here you are.
- So this is your wife, eh?

- No, it's a-my camel.

- You haven't got another
stick of gum on you have you?

- Come on, I get
you to the hotel.

(patrons chattering)
(curious upbeat music)

- [Man] Now, do you
understand everything

that is expected of you?

Very good, (speaking
foreign language).

- Break it up, this
is a hotel lobby,

isn't there some poolroom
where you boys can hang out?

- Monsieur, I am Gandalou,

Governor General
of this province.

- And I am Bruzard,
Chief of Police!

- I'm Ronald Kornblow,
the new manager.

- Ah, the new manager!
- The new manager!

Oh Monsieur Kornblow,
it is a pleasure!

Uh, Monsieur Kornblow,

I know you've traveled
quite a distance,

and I'm sure your journey
was quite tedious...

- I've seen five o'clock shadow,

but this is ridiculous.

- Shadow, (mumbles)?

- Monsieur, we have assembled
the staff so you can

tell them what you
expect of them.

- Nevermind the staff,
assemble the guests,

I'll tell them what
I expect of them.

- The guests?

What do you expect of them?

- Courtesy towards
the employees.

They must learn that a kind
word will get them further

with a bellboy or a chamber
maid than a couple of drinks.

Of course a kind word
and a couple of drinks

will get them still further.

And if it gets 'em
any further than that,

I'll get 'em kicked
out of the hotel.

Now gentlemen, what
I'm concerned about

is the future of this place.

- What have you to suggest?

- Well we've got
to speed things up.

Uh Chef,

- Uh-hmm.
- if a guest orders

a three-minute egg, give
it to him in two minutes.

If he orders a two-minute egg,
give it to him in one minute.

And if he orders
a one-minute egg,

give him a chicken, let him
work it out for himself.

- There must be some mistake.

This man is impossible!

- I know, I know, but
beggars cannot be choosers!

- I hope he does not
have any more ideas!

- [Ronald] And now, gentlemen,
I've got another idea.

- Yes, monsieur, another idea?

- Yeah, the next
thing we're gonna do

is change the numbers
on all the rooms.

(mumbling)
- But the guests,

they would go into
the wrong rooms!

Think of the confusion!

- Yes, but think of the fun.

- Please, Capitaine,
we must not annoy

Monsieur Kornblow
with more questions.

Eh eh, monsieur, I
presume you are tired

after your long journey.

Perhaps you would
like to lie down?

Your office monsieur, your desk.

- Please be seated monsieur!

- Now gentlemen I'm a
different man behind a desk,

as any stenographer
can tell you.

But uh, what I want to know is,

why are they burying
the last manager?

And don't tell me it's
because he's dead.

- Oh, but you are alarming
yourself over nothing.

Monsieur Rolazoides
died a natural death.

- Hmm, mm-hmm, and what happened

to the manager
that preceded him?

- He uh, he uh, oh monsieur,
we caught him stealing money.

We were forced to discharge him!

- I see, you want a manager
that doesn't steal money.

Good day, gentlemen.

- Oh, Monsieur!
- Please Mr. Kornblow,

do not take offense!

You are making a mountain
out of a molehill!

- Well that's quite a trick,
you try that sometime.

- Monsieur Kornblow,
you notice we did

not mention your salary?

- You're darn right I've
noticed it, what about it kids?

- You get 500 francs a week.

- Fair enough.

What about my laundry?

- Laundry?
- Yes, you know,

the stuff that
doesn't come back.

- Oh, we pick up your
laundry once a month.

- If you wait that long,

you won't be able to pick it up.

- Oh...

(relaxing music)
(patrons chattering)

- 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.

(tense music)

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,
he was stationed in Paris.

- Darling, maybe this is the
lead you've been waiting for!

- Yeah, maybe.

Now you run back to
the hotel as fast as

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

I don't think he'll be so
stupid as to ask for it,

but I don't want
to miss any bits.

- All right, bye.

(sighing)
- Imprisoned, helpless.

Unable to show my face!

Trapped in this
room all the time!

This is an animal existence!

- Oh Max please
control yourself.

- (laughs) 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-to brand me, to mark me?

- Max, I have an idea!
(snapping)

- What is it?

- I shall see you later.

- Beatrice whatever
you do be careful,

don't arouse suspicion!
- Don't worry.

(door thumping)

(rattling)

(whooshing)

(snapping)

(knocking)
- See who it is, quick!

Oh Rusty, you've got my toupee!

Give it to me, quick!

Oh, thank you.

What?

You schweinehund, you
inferior ape you--

- Let me, Max, just once.

- Go ahead.

(whooshing)

(ripping)

Kurt, he wants to have a duel.

- Wonderful.

And it's been so long
since Heidelberg.

- Cut him up a little, Kurt!

I shall enjoy watching,

it will soothe me to see
someone in pain (chuckles).

Oh no you won't!
(slamming)

Very well.

Without my toupee, I
have nowhere to go.

We shall wait.

Come out, you dog!

(latch clicking)

- He thinks that will
protect him against me,

the finest swordsman in Bavaria!

(laughing)

- We shall duel
according to tradition.

Give me your sword.

Gentlemen, choose your weapons.

Uh!
(stomping)

- That fool.

Only one!

For that, he will
get another cut.

- I shall enjoy watching.

Now, gentlemen, back to back.

Now when I count three,
you walk five paces,

and then you turn and
defend yourselves.

One, two, three, go.

One, two, three, four, five.

- En garde!
(stomping)

- Over there!

Over there!

(smacking)

- Kurt, it seems as if
he's making a fool of you.

- Just wait.

- Very well.

Remember Heidelberg.

(stomping)
(thudding)

Get him, get him!

(snapping)
(leathery clattering)

Very good, Kurt.

- Pick up your sword!

(leathery clattering)

(stomping)

(scuffling)

- What's the matter
with you, Kurt?

- Stand still and fight!

(stomping)

(swords clattering)

(whistling)

(scraping)

(sighing)

(stomping)

(swords clattering)

(stomping)

Kurt, come on, show
your swordsmanship!

- Jawohl!

(stomping)

Ooh!!

(stomping)
For that, I'm going

to kill you!

Down, down on your knees, on
your knees you swine, down!

(rattling)

(snapping)

Oh...
- Kurt, you're wasting

your time, cut him up!

- Get up and fight!

(swords clattering)
- I would like to see

a little blood!

(mumbling in foreign language)

(crunching)

(Kurt panting)

- Hello.
(papers rustling)

Hello!

Cigarette?

- No, thanks, cigar?

- No, thanks.

- You want a light?
- Uh-hmm.

- How are things
down the other end?

(coughing)

(chuckling)

This is like living
in Pittsburgh,

if you can call that living.

(laughing)

- I am Beatrice Reiner,
I stop at the hotel.

- I'm Ronald Kornblow.
I stop at nothing.

- (chuckles) I am
looking for something.

- Aren't we all?

- Mr. Kornblow, I
lost my diamond clip,

and I thought it
might have turned up

in the Lost-And-Found
Department.

- Oh the Lost-And-Found
Department!

Well, just slink
yourself over this way!

- (chuckles) Yes...

- Well here we are in the
Lost-And-Found Department.

I'm lost, and you're found.

- My clip, please!

- Well I'll take a look,
if I can't find the clip,

perhaps I can interest
you in something else?

(chuckling)

Say, you think you
lost something?

Get a load of this, a toupee!

(chuckling)

- Now who could have lost that?

- Some guy must
have blown his top.

- Oh, but I just love your hair,

it's so soft and silky!

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

(laughing)

You know 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.

- Oh...

I shall be in the
Supper Club tonight.

- Supper Club?
- Yes.

Will you join me?

- Why, are you coming apart?

- Oh, come on now.

You wouldn't say no to a lady.

- I don't know why not.

They always say no to me.

- (chuckles) If you
come to the Supper Club,

I shall sing some opera for you.

(chuckling)

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.

(snapping)

(relaxing music)

(clapping)
- Come on now, everyone

sings with me, all right?

♪ Who's sorry now ♪

♪ Who's sorry now ♪

♪ Who's heart is aching,
or breaking (mumbles) ♪

(patrons singing)

♪ Just like a (mumbles) ♪

♪ Just like a prayer ♪

(patrons singing)

♪ You had your way ♪

♪ Now you must pay ♪

♪ I'm glad that
you're sorry now ♪

♪ I'm glad you're sorry now ♪

(applauding)
- Bravo, that was wonderful!

(shouting)

- Bravo, bravo!
- Bravo, bravo!

Bravo!
- Oh Beatrice,

you were magnificent.
- Well thank you, Count.

- We take no more
chances with Kornblow.

We get rid of him tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yes.

You will make a
rendezvous with him later.

Some quiet corner
away from the hotel.

Say uh, 11 o'clock.

- Exactly what corner?
- Rue Lafayette.

- 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.

(patrons chattering)

- All right, what do you want?

- Not so quick, my friend.

It costs money.

- (scoffs) What are
you talking about?

You know that I'm broke.

- I also know that
you're looking for a man

who wears a toupee.

- Do you know who he is?

This means everything to me,

if you know who he
is, please tell me!

- The wheel has been
unkind to me tonight.

I should like to try again.

It would only take a
few hundred francs.

- Look, I'll pay you, I promise!

- The croupier doesn't
accept promises.

- Tell me his name!

- If you should happen to
find a few hundred francs,

I'll be at the Brass Monkey.

- What's the matter Pierre,
you need some money?

- Don't worry, Corbaccio,
I'll get what I want

from that rat without money.

- He'll never get nothing
from that rat without money.

That rat's just like me.

(slapping)
(chuckling)

Hey, what I say?

I'm crazy, eh...

You know, I'm
worried about Pierre.

We got to get him some money.

You get him some money?

Hey, not-a that way!

Come on.
- There is no room

in the club.

But of course, monsieur.

There is always
room for one more.

Set up a table for two.

(speaking foreign language)
Follow me.

- Hey Rusty, you see that guy?

He's got-a the good idea!

Now I get-a money for
Pierre (chuckles)!

(mumbling)

- What is this?
- What, what are

you doing here?
- Really is falling down.

(chattering)

(woman squealing)

- Hey Boss, you want a table?

- Yes, of course.

- All right, (mumbles).

Ha ha, get him a table, Rusty.

(chuckles) A table, I said!

(clattering)
Everybody's gonna get

a little table!

No checks.

There's always
room for one more.

(clattering)

(thumping)
(utensils clattering)

(screaming)
- Oh!

- Uh, pardon me,
did you drop this?

Behind you, beg your
pardon, (mumbles)...

Take me to Miss Reiner's table.

- Oui, monsieur, she is here.

Right this way.

- Ah, Miss Reiner!

(lips smacking)

(clattering)
(grunting)

(gasping)

I, I usually put
my foot into it.

- You fool!

See what you've
done to my shirt!

- Sorry, you can
hardly notice it

unless you're looking
for a plate of soup.

- Count Pfferman, how terrible!

If you will come to
the kitchen with me,

I will fix it for you!

- Yes!

- I, I hope I'm not
driving you away.

- Du schweinehund!
- Speaks excellent German.

Not very sporting of him
to eat and run like that.

You'll probably get
stuck with the check.

(chuckling)

- That's it, come on, folks.

Who else, who else, come on!

- I am terrible thirsty.

- Thirsty, waiter!

What would you like to drink?

- Champagne.
- Champagne, huh?

(jingling)

Bring this lady a
cheese sandwich.

- Oui monsieur.
- Charge it to her.

(relaxing dance music)

Do you rumba?
- Well yes!

- Well I don't, but I'll
walk around with you

while you rumba.
- Oh, come on (chuckles).

- Hold this till I get back.

I'm back.

- All right, come on, come on.

Everybody will be (mumbles).
(clattering)

All right, two
people, eh come on!

That's it, you two.
(chair banging)

(thudding)

- What a great place
to squeeze an orange.

(clattering)

(coughing)

I remember when this
was all dance floor.

(clattering)

(thumping)

(whistling)

(clattering)

I wonder if it gets crowded
in here on New Year's Eve?

- All right, come on, two more!

That's it, come on.

Come on people, follow me!

- This place has a
wonderful floorshow.

It's too bad they
haven't got a floor.

(thudding)
(clattering)

- Why can't we go
to some quiet place,

where we could be alone?

- If I didn't know your voice,
I'd have sworn I said that.

- Hmm, meet me at the corner
of Rue Lafayette at 11.

- At 11?
- 11.

- Ha ha ha, that's it!

Now we got enough money for
Pierre to take care of that rat.

(chuckling)
- Oh Carbocia!

- Whatta you want?
- Will you take over

for me again, I gotta
make a phone call.

- Oh sure, go ahead, go ahead.

Here Rusty, you find Pierre,
you give him this money.

Here, take the coat,
I'm all finished.

Here, go on.

(tapping)
We're gonna play a little

classical number, we're gonna
play the second movement

from the Beer Barrel Polka.

(tapping)

(dramatic classical music)

("Beer Barrel Polka")

(cheerful music)

(energetic music)

(applauding)
(cheering)

- [Man] Bravo, bravo!

- [Man] Bravo, bravo!

(perky music)

(cheering)
(applauding)

- [Man] Bravo, bravo!

(romantic music)
- Hello, darling.

You're on time.

- Oh darling I'm,

I'm afraid we're
not going to enjoy

the evening very much.

- Why what's the matter?
- The toupee's gone.

- Well that's good, who took it?

- That's the trouble,
I don't know.

I've been trying to
find Mr. Kornblow,

but he isn't around.

Oh Abdul!

- Yes, Miss Bernard?

- Abdul have you
seen Mr. Kornblow?

- Mr. Kornblow went
out about an hour ago.

He asked me to direct him to
the corner of Rue Lafayette.

- Thank you so much.

Well (sighs)...

Wait a minute!

Can that be Mr. Kornblow?

(comically plodding music)

Good heavens Mr.
Kornblow, what happened?

- What happened?

I was stood up by a woman
and knocked down by a car.

These Casablanca
drivers are terrible.

(chuckles) He missed
me three times,

I finally had to climb a palm
tree, and he hit that instead.

- (chuckles) A palm tree?
- Yeah.

Until I saw you two I thought
every date in town was broken.

- Mr. Kornblow, I'd like you

to meet my fiance,
Lieutenant Delbar.

- Oh, fee-ons, excuse my ashes.

- How do you do?

Fiance eh?

Why don't you two
lovebirds get married?

- Oh, marriage is impossible.

- Only after you're married.

- He means it's
impossible for us.

- It's a long
story, Mr. Kornblow.

- Well I'm all ears.

Pretty near, anyway.

- Tell him, Pierre.
- All right.

Well sir, it's a story about
a treasure of Nazi loot,

hidden somewhere in Casablanca.

I was in Paris during
the operation...

(footsteps thudding)

- You fool, I ought to kill you!

Millions in our reach,

and we can't get
our hands on it!

- Oh Max, please!

- Beatrice, I have an idea!

- What is it?

- If I were to find Kornblow
with you in your room,

I could be outraged fiance!

I could, as the Americans
say, bump him off.

In self-defense, of course.

It would be as simple as that!

Yes, I could bump off Kornblow
in your room, Beatrice.

- I think that's
a wonderful idea!

He's most anxious
to be alone with me.

(footsteps thumping)

(water hissing)

(whistling)
- Hey Rusty,

what's the matter?

You looking up a somebody?

(whistling)
Who?

(whistling)
Buffalo Bill?

(whistling)
Guy eating a watermelon?

(earnest whistling)
(stomping)

Ouch-a, my corn!

(sharp exhalation)
Blow, Kornblow!

Oh, your looking for Kornblow!
(whistling)

You got-a something
for Kornblow?

What-a do you got?

(slurping)
A soup?

Eh, soup...

Chinese boy, eat-a chop suey.

Eat-a chow mein.
(lips smacking)

Eat-a rice.

(slurping)
Soup and rice.

Soup and rice, soup rice,
soup rice, surprise!

You got surprise for Kornblow!

(whistling)
Oh, surprise, surprise!

What's the surprise you got?
(earnest whistling)

He's going hunting?

(whistling)
Someone gonna hang him?

(whistling)
Gonna make-a the bump?

Bump, bump off!

(whistling)
Somebody gonna

bump off Kornblow!

Somebody gonna bump off-a...

Who's gonna bump off Kornblow?

(whistling)

Guy with a cigar?

A scar?

Count with a scar?

The Count with the scar
(earnest whistling)

is gonna bump off-a Kornblow!

Oh...
(patting)

Where's he gonna do this?

(whistling)
On the roof?

(whistling)
Up the stairs?

You knock on the door.

You open the door.

You step inside.

You close-a the door.

You're in the room.

In the room!

(earnest whistling)
Oh, smart!

(chuckles) In the room, eh?

(whistling)
Wait, wait.

Whose room?
(descriptive whistling)

Room with a snake?

(whistling)
A garter snake?

(earnest whistling)

Big snake, big, big snake.

Big...

(descriptive whistling)
(chuckles)

That's no snake, no.

That's a lady.
(earnest whistling)

A lady, in a lady's room!

Oh, the lady's room!

Wait, was you in the room?

(corrective whistling)
What's the matter?

(barking)

There's a dog in the room?

What kind of dog in the room?

(whistling)
A look?

Look at the leg?

A look, a look...

Oh peek, peek, at the knees.

Peek at the knees, Pekinese dog!

(earnest whistling)
She got a

peek-at-the-knees dog!
(patting)

Wait, who's got a
peek-at-the-knees dog?

What's the lady's name?
(whistling)

Rose?

Lady's name is Rose.
(patting)

No Rose.
(sputtering)

(slapping)
She's a slaphappy?

(sputtering)

Bugs?

(smacking)
(sputtering)

Ants, (mumbles) what
kind of name is this?

(descriptive whistling)

That's a airplane.

Aeroplane?

A bomber plane.
(earnest whistling)

A bomber plane!

A Black Widow.

A Mosquito.

A, a B-29.
(excited whistling)

A B-29.

B-29!

B-20...

B-20, B-20, B-20, B--

Oh it's a BB-29!
(earnest whistling)

B-29, B, B...
(descriptive whistling)

(mumbling)

(slapping)

B, B, B!

Twist, B, twist, B, twist
B, twist B, twist B.

Beatrice, Beatrice!
(earnest whistling)

Oh, come on we got
to tell Kornblow!

(pedestrians chattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- Monsieur Kornblow?
- Hmm?

- You will be good enough
to arrange a place for me

on the evening plane for Tunis.

- Tunis eh?

There are some beautiful
women in Tunis.

Yahoo!

- I'm not interested
in beautiful women.

- Well in that
case, look up some

of the women I've taken out.

- Just see to it that
I get my reservation.

- Pfferman is flying to Tunis.

Get him a seat by
an open window.

- Oui, monsieur.

- Hey Boss, Boss!

Rusty's got something
to tell you!

(earnest whistling)

(sputtering)

(slapping)

(whistling)

(sputtering)

- Okay, I'll take one of those.

- Hey he's a dumb!

He no understand
a plain English!

Hey Boss, you're in danger,

your life is
hanging by a thread!

- So are my pants.
- Yeah, but they're

gonna kill you!
- How do you know?

- It's all over the hotel!

Everybody knows it but you!

- I wish they'd tell
me these things.

I don't mind being killed

but I resent hearing
it from a character

whose head comes to a point.

- A point, eh?

Look, boss, maybe they
want to surprise you.

- Well, I'd like to
know how to dress.

- (chuckles) You look fine.

You're dressed to kill.

But what you need,
is a good bodyguard.

- What I need is a good body.

The one I've got
isn't worth guarding.

By the way, since when
are you a bodyguard?

I thought you were in
the camel business?

- Oh, in the daytime, I'm
in the camel business.

- Mmm...
- At night, I'm a bodyguard.

- I see, well suppose I
get killed in the daytime?

- Well, then I give you
a free ride on my camel.

Look, boss, I could keep you
alive for 50 francs a week!

- It isn't worth it.
- Well you can't take

it with you.
- Well I'm not gonna

leave it laying around here.

- Butta Boss, if
I'm your bodyguard,

I'll watch you like a
mother watches her baby!

- Is the mother pretty?
- What's the difference?

- Well there's a
lot of difference.

If the mother's pretty,
I'll watch the mother

and you can watch the baby.

(honking)
- Hey, whatta you got there?

- The manager's lunch.
- Okay, go in.

(cart clattering)

- What's the matter, you hungry?

Ah, look out!

(spitting)
(rattling)

(chuckles) You crazy,
but you hungry, eh?

Come on, I fix.

(footsteps thudding)

Eh Boss, wait, don't
touch it, don't!

Don't uh Boss!

(chuckles) Oh you had me scared!

You know three
managers before you

died from eating poisoned food?

- This food doesn't
look any more poisoned

than any other hotel food.

Give me that.
- Oh no Boss, look!

You gotta have somebody
to test the food!

Whatta you need is a guinea pig.

- You eat the guinea
pig, I'll stick to this!

Gimme my steak...
- I don't mean a

real guinea pig, I mean
a human guinea pig!

- I don't want to eat
any kind of a guinea pig!

I want my meal!

- Now, there's a
human guinea pig!

- He looks like a pig,
but he doesn't look human.

(barking)

(lips smacking)

That food doesn't
seem to be poisoned.

- Yeah, you can't tell.

It hasn't reached
his stomach yet.

(barking)
(slapping)

- That's the seal of
Good Housekeeping.

Hey, what is this, a stake race?

Now see here, you guys!

Give me back my lunch!

- Oh no, you make a mistake.

- That's my steak,
and I want it!

Come on, give me that.
- Hey, hey Rusty!

You wanna give him
a little something?

- No, thanks, they
give me heartburn.

(coughing)
(clattering)

Well I just wanted to take
a little shot, that's all.

(creaking)

(cork popping)

- Hey, you cheap crook,
that bottle's empty!

- That's dry champagne.

(clattering)
- Oh, no you don't!

You wanna get poisoned?

- Well, I'm not sure
that I'd mind anymore.

(telephone ringing)

(shaker hissing)

Who's he talking to?
- Salt Lake City.

(mumbling)

- Couldn't spare just a
little sip of that, huh?

(crunching)

Well if the coffee
doesn't keep him awake,

the cup and saucer will.

(porcelain rattling)

Wouldn't it be great
if they ate each other?

(guests chattering)

(whistling)

(honking)

- But, monsieur...

But, but, but, but...

- You sound like a motorboat.

Give me that.

Hello?

What's that, sir?

You've been up in your
room three and 1/2 hours

and your trunks haven't arrived?

Well put your pants on,
nobody'll know the difference.

(clicking)

- Out of the way, please.

- Ba ba ba ba bo,
whose sorry now...

(tapping)

Clerk!
(Ronald singing)

(rapping)

- Mr. Kornblow to you.

- Have you a suite
for me and my wife?

- Your wife eh?
- Yes,

and we'd like
something very elegant.

- I see, have you
got any baggage?

- Of course.

It's on its way over
from the airfield.

(slapping)
In all the years

I've been in the hotel business,

that's the phoniest
story I've ever heard.

I suppose your name is Smith.

- No, it's Smythe,
spelled with a Y.

- Oh, that's the
English version.

Mr. and Mrs. Smythe
and no baggage.

Let me see your
marriage license.

- What?

Why, how dare you, sir!

- How do like that?

Puts a Y in Smith and
expects me to let him

in the hotel with
a strange dame.

- Strain--

Strange dame?

- She is to me, I've
never seen her before.

- Sir, you may not
be aware of it,

but I am president of the
Morocco Laundry Company.

- You are?

Well take this shirt
and have it back Friday.

(thumping)

Mr. Smythe, or Smith,

this is a family hotel,

and I suggest you take
your business elsewhere.

- Sir, this lady is my wife.

You should be ashamed!

- If this lady is your
wife, you should be ashamed.

- You'll hear from me!

- Do that, even if
it's only a post card.

- Sir, my attorneys will
be here in the morning!

- Yeah, well they won't
get a room either,

unless they got a
marriage license.

Clerk.

(telephone ringing)

Hello, reception desk.

- Monsieur Kornblow?

This is Beatrice
Reiner speaking.

- [Ronald] Oh Miss Reiner!

- Are you very busy
this afternoon?

- Look, after that
disappearing act you did

the other night we
have nothing in common.

Well perhaps I shouldn't
say nothing in common,

but we have very
little in common.

Anyway, I'm not talking to you.

- [Beatrice] Oh, please,
won't you come up?

- Well all right,
I'll come up but,

don't expect me
to do any talking.

(clicking)

(guests chattering)

(elevator whirring)

Sixth floor, and make it snappy.

The sixth floor,
it's up this way.

(spitting)

You don't have to lift it,

just pull the lever,
it'll go up by itself.

(doors scraping)

(whirring)

(rattling)

What's the matter, is it stuck?

Between the fifth
and sixth floor,

this could only happen to me.

Why doesn't she live
in the basement?

Here, you climb up to
the roof of the car,

pull yourself out of the
sixth floor and get help.

If you can't get help,
(banging)

get me some insurance.

(thudding)
Come on now, woop!

(tense music)

(slamming)

(suspenseful music)

(mysterious dramatic music)

(smacking)
(clacking)

(thumping)

(whistling)

(whistling)

(lips smacking)

(patting)

(suspenseful music)

(snapping)

("Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2")

(thumping)
(scuffling)

(thudding)

(whistling)

Where you been?

(whistling)
You went through that

hole five hours ago,
and so did my love life.

I don't want to go up
now, I want to get down

and I want to get
down in a hurry.

Do you know how to get me down?

(earnest whistling)
Oh the ax!

Oh, you know how to fix it, eh?

(banging)
(clattering)

(spring reverberating)
(metallic clanging)

(crashing)

(debris clattering)
(footsteps tapping)

(chuckling)

- The Count left town.

We used to go to my
rooms after I sang,

and split a bottle
of uh, champagne.

- Well I could
pinch-hit for the Count.

At least I could pinch for him.

(Beatrice laughing)
- Hey Boss, I heard that!

Come here!

- This never
happened to Casanova.

- Oh, come here!

Look, am I your bodyguard?

- We have an agreement.

And I can't wait
until it expires.

- Ex aspire!

I don't want a you
should exa-spire first!

You're playing
around with dynamite!

- I know what I'm doing,
and I think she does, too.

- But boss, I'm supposed
to keep you alive.

- If I go, that,

that's the way I want to go.

- Eh (speaking
foreign language)...

- Well, shall we say
in a, half an hour?

- In uh, half an hour.

(doors thumping)
And this time, I'll walk up.

(perfume bottle hissing)
(telephone ringing)

(thumping)

- Hello?

Max, where are you?

(hissing)
- I'm in a steam room

at the Turkish bath.

- But that man, Kornblow,
will be here any minute.

Suppose you get
here in 15 minutes?

Can you make it?

- [Max] I'll be there in time.

Kornblow's got to
be finished tonight!

(relaxing classical music)
(knocking)

- Come in.

(door thumping)
(clattering)

Oh, that's so sweet of you.

(flowers rustling)
Thank you so much.

Oh they're lovely,
just beautiful, mmm!

Oh these roses, I shall
keep them forever.

- That's what you think, I
only rented them for an hour.

- Oh, (chuckles)
Monsieur Kornblow.

- Call me Montgomery.
- Is that your name?

- No, I'm just breaking
it in for a friend.

How about getting
rid of that mutt?

- Oh, Froufrou's a watchdog.

- Well let him
watch somebody else.

- Oh Froufrou won't bother us.

He has such good manners.

- If he had such
good manner he'd

get off your lap
and give me a seat.

He can stand up
better than I can,

he's got twice as many legs.

- Oh, (speaking
foreign language).

(knocking)

- I was afraid of that.

Hold everything.

Who is it?
- Hey Boss,

you got a woman in there?

- She lives here.
- Yeah, but you don't.

She'll have to get you out.

Remember, I'm your bodyguard.

- [Ronald] I'm too old
to have a bodyguard.

- Then you're too
old to be in there.

- Well, that's pretty
logical at that.

We go to my room.

Go down the back way, I'll
meet you there in five minutes.

- Oh, no, but what
about Froufrou?

You wouldn't want me to leave
my little poochie-goochie.

- I'll meet you halfway,
bring the poochie

and leave the goochie here.

- (sighs) All right.

(clattering)

(tray rattling)

- I wanted to get loaded
tonight, but not this way.

- But, wait a minute!

What about Strauss?
- Let Strauss

get his own girl.
- Oh no,

but I must have music!
- Music she's got to have yet.

(clattering)

Maybe we better call
the whole thing off.

- Are you sure you
have everything now?

- Well, I got enough
to begin with.

- You schweinehund,
I teach you...

(thudding)

(glasses clattering)
(flowers rustling)

(knocking)
Come in.

(door thumping)
(latch clicking)

- It's not very discreet
of me to come to your room.

Do you think it's wise?

- It's the smartest
thing you ever did.

- You seem to be very
sure of yourself.

- Why not, I've got to
be sure of one of us.

After all, I'm a man,
and you're a woman.

I can't think of a
better arrangement.

- (chuckles) You
men are all alike.

- Yeah, and don't let anybody
tell you any different.

Well let's pick up where
we left off in your room.

Let's live for the moment.

(knocking)

Well, that takes
care of the moment.

- [Corbaccio] Hey Boss,
you got a woman in there?

- It's my sister.
- She is, huh?

Well I'm her
brother, get her out!

- I'll never leave
her, I'm mad about her,

I'm crazy about her, I've
completely lost my head!

- Well, put your hat on
your neck and get out.

- These interruptions
are driving me mad!

- Well they're
cramping my style, too.

- I'm going back to my room.

- Well, here we go again,
the long journey westward.

(clunking)
(clattering)

We're gonna go steady,

we'll have to get a small truck.

- Oh hurry, will you?

- You schweinehund,
I'll teach you to...

(smacking)

(sighing)

(clattering)

(knocking)
- Who's there?

- It's me, the
Hunchback of Notre Dame.

- [Corbaccio] Hey Boss,
you got a woman out there?

- No!
- Well go away,

I got one in here.

- Save me the cork,
I'm going fishing.

(thumping)

(panting)

(doors rattling)
- Kornblow!

- Ah, Count Pfferman.

Back unexpectedly, eh?

- I missed my connections.

- It's not easy to make
connections in Casablanca.

I missed a few myself tonight.

(guests chattering)
(chips rattling)

(thumping)

(whistling)

(guests chattering)

(croupiers speaking
foreign language)

(thumping)

(dealer speaking
foreign language)

(rattling)
(thumping)

(rattling)

(dealer speaking
foreign language)

- Number five!

(tense music)

(dealer speaking
foreign language)

(rattling)

Encore, number
five repeats again!

(players chattering)

My assistant will carry
to the cashier, monsieur.

(patting)
You mean you want to bet

them all again on number five?

- Oh no Rusty, no!

- Hey you crazy,
(hands thumping)

You lose a that money!

We got to save something
for a rainy day!

- That's impossible, monsieur!

(players chattering)

- Ah, gambling eh?
- Monsieur Kronblow,

this gentleman has won
twice on number five,

and he wants to
bet them all again!

- Well, that's his hard luck.

- But monsieur, it is
far over the limit.

If he wins, he will
break the bank!

- Who cares about the bank?

I'm running a hotel.
- You idiot,

the bank is the hotel!

- Keep your medals on, fat boy.

You know what the odds are

against a number
repeating three times, ha!

- Hmm, never mind the odds,
I've seen it happen before,

and if it does, it
will break the bank.

- Not if I roll the wheel.

You sure you want to
go through with this?

Remember what happened in 1929?

Okay.
(rattling)

- Stop that wheel!
- Sorry, monsieur Gandalou,

the play has started.
(rattling)

- Three times in a row,
what a sucker (chuckles).

- Number five!
(guests chattering)

- Number five, five!

- The richest sucker
in Casablanca!

Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

- (mumbles), five, five,

(pounding)
five, five!

Hey no kiss a me!

(chips rattling)

- It is very obvious that
this was a conspiracy.

Your manager and
those two hoodlums

are always together,

they've been waiting
for this opportunity,

don't you see that?

I have found out he was never

the manager of the
Desert View Hotel.

- What?
- He ran a small motel

in the desert, he's an impostor!

You saw how he broke the rule
and spun the wheel himself.

You saw how the silent
one immediately gave

that secretary a
share of the winnings!

- Count, you're right!
- We've been tricked!

- The crook!
- Worse!

He may be one of the gang

that's been murdering
your managers.

- I never thought of that.

Count, if it is not too late,

I humbly offer you the
position of manager.

- I accept, but
under one condition.

That you give immediate orders

for the arrest of
this gang of thieves

and the recovery of the
money they have stolen.

- Arrest them at
once for conspiracy

to defraud, to rob
us, to cheat us.

(sobbing)

- Ah, Annette, don't
cry, don't be sad.

We gonna get you out.

- How?
- How?

You ask a me how?

It's all your fault, you
let-a Rusty break-a the bank!

- Didn't I warn
him he was a sucker

to play number five again?

- That's right, it's your fault!

Hey, Pierre!
- Pierre?

(sorrowful music)
- Pierre!

- Hello, fellows.
- Hey (mumbles)?

- How do you feel, eh?
- Where are you going?

- (mumbles) I'm on--
- Come on, eh!

- [Annette] (gasps) Pierre!

- Darling!
- Come on, you!

- Oh let me talk to
her a minute, will 'ya?

- Darling where are
they taking you?

- To Paris, by plane,

to be tried by the
military authorities.

- Oh no!
- Don't worry, sweetheart,

we'll get out of this somehow.

Maybe a miracle will happen.

- Darling I believe in miracles.

- Come on, you!

(snapping)
- That's a tough.

That's what you
call tough-a luck.

(rustling)

(speaking foreign language)

Hey, why do you do that?

Those are his pinup girls.

- It's a funny thing, I've
met a lot of pinup girls,

but I've never been
able to pin one down.

(speaking foreign language)

Say, that's not a
bad-looking dish, who is it?

- I don't know, her
name's Rembrandt.

- Rembrandt?

If that signature's Rembrandt,

it must be part of the treasure!

- The treasure?
- The treasure?

- Rusty, where you get that?

You know where the treasure is?

You do?

Hey, he knows where
the treasure is!

Now we got to get out of here!

- How?
- How?

Again he ask-a me how.

(whistling)

(tense music)
- Help help!

Who's the head man?

Oh guard, hurry up, please!

(rattling)
(shouting)

Prison guard, hurry up!
- Please!

- [Ronald] Mad
frog, uh, mad dog!

- Si!
- Mad dog!

- Hey, hey!
- Get a dog doctor!

- What is the matter with him?

- He's dreaming of
a white Christmas.

- White Christmas,
hey, (mumbles)!

- Stop shouting!
(mumbling)

Keep quiet, we'll
never escape if

you're gonna keep screaming!

You learn to keep
quiet, that's all.

(mumbling)

Voice of reason, (mumbles)
ever seen one, come on!

- [Corbaccio] Come on
(mumbles), get her out of there!

- Come on, hurry up!

(hinges squeaking)
Here we go now.

- The jewels are
all accounted for.

- Very well, let's
start packing.

- Have you told Beatrice yet?

- I don't have to tell her,

she'll find out when
we leave her here.

- But she'll talk!
- Let her talk.

Won't do her any good, we'll
be in South America by then.

Very well, mach schnell.

(thumping)
(telephone clattering)

- Hello, hello?

Operator, hello, hello?

Will you please give me the
Prefect of Police, quickly!

I want to speak to
Captain Bruzard, yes.

(footsteps pounding)

(door thumping)
- Shh!

I don't wanna hear
a word out of you.

(footsteps thudding)

(telephone ringing)

- That might be for
Captain Bruzard!

- He should be in his office,
taking care of business.

No wonder this
place is half empty.

It's a crime the way
this jail is run.

- Go ahead, answer it
before somebody else does.

- Hello?

- May I speak to
Captain Bruzard?

This is Beatrice Reiner talking.

- Well of course,
Mademoiselle Reiner.

For you, your eyes,
your cheeks, your hair,

my whole chair is
at your disposal.

You belong here.

What?

The Count, the treasure?

I'll be right over!
(telephone thumping)

The Count's trying to get
away with the treasure!

- We got to stop him!
- That's easy (mumbles), how?

(earnest whistling)

Say, that's an idea,
attention, attention!

All prison guards and personnel

will assemble immediately
in the courtyard.

Emergency!

(thumping)
Come on!

You go down to the
airport and get Pierre.

We go to the hotel.

- I hope you can stop the
Count until I can get Pierre!

- Yeah we try, we try, I hope...

(door thumping)

(footsteps pounding)

(tense music)

(footsteps thudding)

- Sh!

(furtive music)

Hey they're packing!
- That's what they think,

we're unpacking!
(mumbling)

(clattering)
(tense music)

- Kurt, Emile, is that you?

(furtive music)

(tense music)

Hmm, no.

(glass thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(plodding music)

(suspenseful music)

(plodding music)

(suspenseful music)

(slamming)
Come in!

Kurt, Emile, come in!

What?

(comically tense music)
(door thumping)

Is this?

(sniffing)

(glass thumping)

(mysterious music)

(comically tense music)

(slamming)
(screaming)

(lid thudding)
Ah, ooh!

Ow, ah...

- What's the matter, Max?
- Oh that, lid of the trunk

fell on my hand (grunts)!

- Oh come on, have a drink.
(wincing)

- Ooh, uh, Emile,
(gasps) Emile, come here.

Did I or did I not
pack this trunk?

- I don't know.

Oh, you must have put it

(thumping)
on top and it fell down.

- Oh, I see, well pick it up.

Put it down here,
we pack that later.

(clattering)
I have some more

stuff in there.

No hurry up, go down and
continue loading the truck.

- Okay, Max.
- Oh, ow...

(comically furtive music)

(comically tense music)

(sighing)

(mysterious music)

(rustling)

(scraping)
(clacking)

(scraping)
(clacking)

(scraping)
(clacking)

(sighing)

(rattling)

(clacking)

(dramatic music)

(comically furtive music)

(squeaking)

(cart rattling)

(door clicking)

- Max, the boxes are
all in the truck.

- Kurt, come here, look at me.

Am I crazy?

- But, why no.

Max, what is the
matter with you?

- Kurt, two minutes
ago, I put some shirts

there by the
mirror, disappeared.

All my clothes are gone.

I just went through the closet,
there is not one suit left!

(bells jingling)
Not one suit!

- Max, look.
(suspenseful music)

- Uh?

Let's get out of here, quick!

(tense music)

Kurt here are, some very
important documents.

Be careful how you pack them.

Uh, give me back
my pen, I need it.

- What pen?
- The pen I just gave you.

- You didn't give me a pen.
- Are you mad?

- But, Max I
distinctly remember--

- Don't contradict me!
(slapping)

- Your Excellency, I apologize!

- Accepted, take
this and pack it!

- Yes sir!

(comically tense music)

- Hey, what's keeping Pierre?

We can't keep this
up much longer.

- Take it easy.

This isn't the first time
I've hid in a closet.

(scraping)

(comically furtive music)

Upside down!

- [Max] Kurt, get this
crate on the truck.

I have some more things to pack.

(knocking)
I'm sorry,

we're all filled up.

- Kurt, be careful
with that crate.

Remember, there are
some jewels in there.

(comically suspenseful music)

(clattering)

(thudding)
(metallic clattering)

(wooden clattering)

Oh (sighs)...

(tense music)

(door thumping)

- What is holding us up,
Max, the trucks are ready?

- I don't know!

Somehow this trunk got upside
down, look at this mess!

If you want to get out
of here, help me, quick!

Come on!

(sighing)
(rustling)

(tense music)

(comically suspenseful music)

(thumping)

(tense music)

(furtive music)

(door clacking)

(tense music)

(cart clattering)

(comically furtive music)

- What are you doing in here?

- I have new respect
for the Count,

he certainly knows to
pack a trunk (chuckles).

- We've got to get out of here!

- Well, that presents a
very interesting problem.

(dramatic music)
(clattering)

(whistling)

(earnest whistling)

Don't you fellows know better

than to open a trunk
without knocking?

(thudding)
(dispirited music)

(passengers chattering)

(heels clacking)

- Oh, Pierre!

Pierre, the treasure,
they're getting away with it!

- It is forbidden
to talk to him!

- Please, you must let him go.

It's important,
it's an opportunity

to do something
for your country!

(thumping)
- Come on.

(tense music)

(car rumbling)

- Hey that's Pierre and Annette!

Hey Pierre!
- Hey Annette!

- Stop!

(brakes squeaking)
Hey Pierre,

you pass-a some trucks?

- Yeah.
- That's the treasure,

they're on their
way to the airport.

- The airport?
- Yeah.

That must be the secret
field I saw on the map

when I searched
Pfferman's rooms!

Come on, get in!
(engine revving)

(plane rumbling)

- Pierre, there it is!

Step on it!

(brakes squeaking)

- Darling, take this
car and get Bruzard!

We've got to stop that plane!

- You haven't got a
P-38 on you, have you?

- Come on, let's go!

(door thumping)
(engine revving)

(plane droning)

(suspenseful music)

(engines roaring)

(wind howling)

Hey fellows, look!

Let's get-a that truck!

- Why don't you take off?

- I can't, I have to head
into the wind with this load.

- Well then hurry up!

(tense music)

(scuffling)

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(whistling)

- Hey Pierre, get a closer!

- I can't, Corbaccio!

- Hey fellas look, a ladder!

(furtive music)

(suspenseful music)

(clattering)

(banging)

(thumping)
(clattering)

(thumping)
(screaming)

(bellowing)

(clattering)
(scuffling)

(whistling)

(fists thumping)

(fist thumping)

(scuffling)

(fist thudding)

(clattering)

(snapping)

(engines roaring)

- Help!

Help!

Help!

Help, help, help!

(clattering)

(thumping)

(smacking)

(earnest whistling)
(suspenseful music)

- Hey you crazy!

What are we gonna do?

- Cut, cut, cut the switches!

- Yeah, cut the switches!
(mumbling)

Cut the switches!
- Oh yeah!

(footsteps thumping)

(clicking)

(engine revving)

- Hey Rusty, Rusty,

- Hey, you're (mumbles)!
- stop it, stop it, Rusty!

Stop it!

What are we gonna do?

- We'll have to keep going
till we run out of gas!

- Oh, oh-hoo...
- We've only got

2,000 gallons left.
- Hey, stop it,

we'll all be killed!

- Put your foot on something
down there, will 'ya!

Hurry, (mumbles)!
(mumbling)

- Help, help, help!

- What's the matter?
- We've got to revive him!

He's the only one who can

handle the plane!
- Oh, yes, oh well sure!

(plane rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(brakes squealing)
(thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(plane rumbling)

- Look out!

(water splashing)

Come on, come on
you sleeping beauty!

- [Corbaccio] Hey, get up there,

we'll all be killed!
- Get up there,

and hop into that seat

(mumbling)
there, brother.

(smacking)

(smacking)

- Hey, you!
- Get up front!

The master race!

(rumbling)

- Look, out, look
out for that car!

(horn honking)

- Here it is Thursday
and we're running

into a Sunday driver!

(plane rumbling)

- Hey, back on firma terra!
(mumbling)

- Yeah, back on North
Africa eh (chuckles)?

(truck rumbling)

(chuckles) I knew
you could do it.

- Hey, look out for this car!

- Oh!

(tense music)
(rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(thumping)

- Saved (chuckles)!

(trucks rumbling)

- Follow 'em!

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(rumbling)

(engine revving)

- Well here we
are, up in the air.

What a stupid remark that is.

- Hey Doolittle, you just
went through a red light!

- Look, no hands!
(chuckling)

(screaming)

(crashing)
Whoa, oh, ow!

(debris clattering)

(tense music)
(thumping)

(rubble clattering)

- No hands, huh?

(Corbaccio gasping)

(Beatrice coughing)

Hey, we're back in jail!
- Home again.

(thudding)

There goes the pilot.

(clattering)

(chattering)

(tense music)

Come on, come, come on in!

We got your room all ready!

- You cur, I'll get (mumbles)!

(grunting)
(scuffling)

(fists thudding)

(scuffling)
(fists thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(fist thudding)

(brakes squeaking)

(Max grunting)

(Max panting)

You traitor!

(smacking)

- Heinrich Stubel, I
arrest you for the murders

of the three managers
of the Hotel Casablanca!

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)
- You schweinehund!

- Now there's a man with
both feet on the ground,

until they hang him.

(relaxing music)
- Look!

(sighing)

If a thing like that
could only happen to me.

(pleasant music)

(dramatic music)