1:11:04
She pulls out a gun,
blah, blah, blah, blah, and...
1:11:08
My dear big magic-eyed,
1:11:11
bath-oil-scented Miss Simpson,
1:11:15
is where we are.
1:11:18
Slowly,
1:11:21
Rick continues toward her.
1:11:26
Go ahead. Pull the trigger.
1:11:28
Don't reach for your gun,
I'm warning you.
1:11:38
- Cigarette?
- Thanks. Light?
1:11:51
Well, Rick...
1:11:54
...d'you mind
if I get out of these wet shoes?
1:12:00
And so my big magic-eyed Gabby,
1:12:04
who came to Paris to... live...
1:12:12
...turns out to be a spy
for the police. An informer.
1:12:17
A common stool pigeon.
1:12:19
No, Rick, don't say it!
It's that devil Gillette.
1:12:22
Oh, how I hate him. He is relentless!
1:12:25
He'll stop at nothing
until he tracks you down.
1:12:28
He'll never forgive himself
for last year in Tangier,
1:12:32
or the year before in Hong Kong.
You are his obsession.
1:12:35
He is a mad, overweight Captain Ahab,
1:12:38
searching down you, his Moby-Dick.
His white whale.
1:12:42
- And you?
- Me?
1:12:45
I'm nothing. A creature of the
streets with a long police record.
1:12:50
He had me paroled to be
the luscious and irresistible bait
1:12:53
squirming on the hook
he has prepared.
1:12:56
If I do not extract
the plan you have been building