1 1/2 miles. Light ground fog. Depth of fog,
approximately 500. Ceiling unlimited.
Thank you. Louis, have your man
go with mr. Laszlo. Take care
of his luggage. Anything you say. Put mr. Laszlo’s luggage
on the plane. Yes, sir.
This way, please. If you don’t mind,
you fill in the names. That’ll make it
even more official. You think of everything,
don’t you? The names are mr.
And mrs. Victor laszlo. But why my name,
richard? Because you’re
getting on that plane. I don’t understand.
What about you? I’m staying here
with him Till the plane
gets safely away. No, richard.
Last night– Last night we said
a great many things. You said I was to do
the thinking for both of us. Well, I have.
It all adds up to one thing. You’re getting on that plane
with victor where you belong. Richard, no. I– You’ve got listen to me. 9 chances out of 10,
if you stayed, We’d probably both wind up
in a concentration camp. Isn’t that true, louis? I’m afraid major strasser
would insist. You’re saying this
only to make me go. I’m saying it
because it’s true. Inside, we both know
you belong with victor. You’re part of his work,
the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground
and you’re not with him, You’ll regret it. Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow, But soon, and for the rest
of your life. But what about us? We’ll always have paris.
We didn’t have it. We’d lost it until you came
to casablanca. We got it back
last night. When I said I
would never leave you. And you never will, But I’ve got a job
to do, too. Where I’m going,
you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do,
you can’t be part of. I’m no good
at being noble, But it doesn’t
take much to see That the problems
of 3 little people Don’t amount to a hill of beans
in this crazy world. Someday you’ll