Then the scene in his mind faded...Bodley opened his eyes and saw to his relief that he was still in his parlor at home...With a empty tea cup in his lap...It had all been a crazy dream...But what of the word he thought...What of the word.
There, there, lie quiet now. You just had
a bad dream.
No --
Sure -- remember me -- your old pal, Hunk?
And me -- Hickory?
You couldn't forget my face, could you?
No. But it wasn't a dream -- it was a place.
And you -- and you -- and you -- and you were
there.
Oh --
(others laugh)
But you couldn't have been, could you?
Oh, we dream lots of silly things when we --
No, Aunt Em -- this was a real, truly live
place. And I remember that some of it
wasn't very nice....
...but most of it was beautiful. But just
the same, all I kept saying to everybody
was, I want to go home. And they sent me
home.
Doesn't anybody believe me?
Of course we believe you, Bodley.
Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home!
Home! And this is my room -- and you're
all here! And I'm not going to leave here
ever, ever again, because I love you all!
And -- Oh, Auntie Em -- there's no place
like home!
INSERT - A revolving globe. When it stops revolving it turns
briefly into a contour map of Europe, then into a flat map.
Superimposed over this map are scenes of refugees fleeing
from all sections of Europe by foot, wagon, auto, and boat,
and all converging upon one point on the tip of Africa --
Casablanca.
Arrows on the map illustrate the routes taken as the voice
of a NARRATOR describes the migration.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
With the coming of the Second World
War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe
turned hopefully, or desperately,
toward the freedom of the Americas.
Lisbon became the great embarkation
point. But not everybody could get
to Lisbon directly, and so, a
tortuous, roundabout refugee trail
sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across
the Mediterranean to Oran, then by
train, or auto, or foot, across the
rim of Africa to Casablanca in French
Morocco. Here, the fortunate ones,
through money, or influence, or luck,
might obtain exit visas and scurry
to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the
New World. But the others wait in
Casablanca -- and wait -- and wait --
and wait.
RE: RE: Kathryn, Help!
)
He felt powerless to stop the merciless onslaught. Through the blinding light and confusion he heard a voice.
Followed quickly by another.
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)
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
INTERMISSION
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ice creams..........
Popcorn.............
Fresh Albatross.....
Space Modulators....
....and now - back to the movie......
Meanwhile, Bodley was trying
)
Meanwhile, Bodley was trying to persuade Chromie to part with the word.
Then the scene in his mind
)
Then the scene in his mind faded...Bodley opened his eyes and saw to his relief that he was still in his parlor at home...With a empty tea cup in his lap...It had all been a crazy dream...But what of the word he thought...What of the word.
There, there, lie quiet now.
)
There, there, lie quiet now. You just had
a bad dream.
No --
Sure -- remember me -- your old pal, Hunk?
And me -- Hickory?
You couldn't forget my face, could you?
No. But it wasn't a dream -- it was a place.
And you -- and you -- and you -- and you were
there.
Oh --
(others laugh)
But you couldn't have been, could you?
Oh, we dream lots of silly things when we --
No, Aunt Em -- this was a real, truly live
place. And I remember that some of it
wasn't very nice....
...but most of it was beautiful. But just
the same, all I kept saying to everybody
was, I want to go home. And they sent me
home.
Doesn't anybody believe me?
Of course we believe you, Bodley.
Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home!
Home! And this is my room -- and you're
all here! And I'm not going to leave here
ever, ever again, because I love you all!
And -- Oh, Auntie Em -- there's no place
like home!
..and now....
)
..and now....
"CASABLANCA"
)
"CASABLANCA"
Screenplay by
Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein
and Howard Koch
Based on the play
"EVERYBODY GOES TO RICK'S"
by
Murray Burnett and Joan Alison
FADE IN:
INSERT - A revolving globe. When it stops revolving it turns
briefly into a contour map of Europe, then into a flat map.
Superimposed over this map are scenes of refugees fleeing
from all sections of Europe by foot, wagon, auto, and boat,
and all converging upon one point on the tip of Africa --
Casablanca.
Arrows on the map illustrate the routes taken as the voice
of a NARRATOR describes the migration.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
With the coming of the Second World
War, many eyes in imprisoned Europe
turned hopefully, or desperately,
toward the freedom of the Americas.
Lisbon became the great embarkation
point. But not everybody could get
to Lisbon directly, and so, a
tortuous, roundabout refugee trail
sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across
the Mediterranean to Oran, then by
train, or auto, or foot, across the
rim of Africa to Casablanca in French
Morocco. Here, the fortunate ones,
through money, or influence, or luck,
might obtain exit visas and scurry
to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the
New World. But the others wait in
Casablanca -- and wait -- and wait --
and wait.
The narrator's voice fades away...
.....Thud!!
)
.....Thud!!
RE: .....Thud!! Laff!!!
)
Laff!!!
Who let the seal
)
Who let the seal in?
...the narrator picks himself up, dusts himself down and....