| RICK |
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And then? |
| ILSA |
It wasn't long after we were married that Victor went back to Czechoslovakia.
They needed him in Prague, but there the Gestapo were waiting for him.
Just a two-line item in the paper:"Victor Laszlo apprehended. Sent
to concentration camp." I was frantic. For months I tried to get word.
Then it came. He was dead, shot trying to escape. I was lonely. I had nothing.
Not even hope. Then I met you. |
| RICK |
Why weren't you honest with me? Why did you keep your marriage a secret? |
| ILSA |
Oh, it wasn't my secret, Richard. Victor wanted it that way. Not even our closest friends knew about our marriage. That was his way of protecting me. I knew so much about his work, and if the Gestapo found out I was his wife it would be dangerous for me and for those working with me. |
| RICK |
And when did you first find out he was alive? |
| ILSA |
Just before you and I were to leave paris together. A friend came and told
me that Victor was alive. They were hiding him in a freight car on the
outskirts of Paris. He was sick. He needed me. I wanted to tell you, but
I, I didn't care. I knew, I knew you wouldn't have left Paris, and the
Gestapo would have caught you. So I...Well, well, you know the rest. |
| RICK |
Huh. But it's still a story without an ending. What about now? |
| ILSA |
Now? I don't know. I know that I'll never have the strength to leave you
again. |
| RICK |
And Laszlo? |
| ILSA |
Oh, you'll help him now, Richard, won't you? You'll see that he gets out?
Then he'll have his work, all that he's been living for. |
| RICK |
All except one. He won't have you. |
| ILSA |
I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again.
Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You'll have to think for both
of us, for all of us. |
| RICK |
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All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid. |
| ILSA |
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I wish I didn't love you so much. |