![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
So Cooper says that every man has a secret longing to be Humphrey Bogart, *Meg announces, flopping backwards onto the bed as Andrew heads over to the DVD player.*
Is it true?
Is it true?
I don't know about every man, *says Andrew judiciously, sliding in the disc.*
Why don't you wait and see first.
*He settles next to her and starts the movie playing.*
*He settles next to her and starts the movie playing.*
Okay, see -- this is during World War II, and people are fleeing the Nazis to Casablanca because that's one of the only places you can still get out of, to America.
I know, *Meg says, a little absently; her gaze is fixed on the screen, which now shows the city of Casablanca (or at least, as much of it as can be captured by a studio set).*
I read the history book, remember? Partly 'cause you told me about some of this before.
I read the history book, remember? Partly 'cause you told me about some of this before.
*There's the announcement about the murdered couriers, and scenes of Casablanca.*
*Andrew shifts position to lie on his stomach, propped up on his elbows to watch the movie.*
*Andrew shifts position to lie on his stomach, propped up on his elbows to watch the movie.*
*A man is shot.
The camera swoops up to an inscription - Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite - and Meg's eyes are suddenly a little sharper than they were before, even as the scene shifts to a trusting English couple who are, quite clearly, about to be conned.
The narration had said French Morroco, but she hadn't quite understood how French it would really be until now.*
The camera swoops up to an inscription - Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite - and Meg's eyes are suddenly a little sharper than they were before, even as the scene shifts to a trusting English couple who are, quite clearly, about to be conned.
The narration had said French Morroco, but she hadn't quite understood how French it would really be until now.*
*Andrew finishes the last of his sandwich as the Bulgarian couple looks wistfully at the plane soaring overhead, and then perks eagerly as Evil Major Strasser appears.*
Enter the bad guy.
Enter the bad guy.
So do I. Sh sh sh --
*"Everybody comes to Rick's," says Renault, and then they're inside, with the strains of 'It Had To Be You' on piano wafting through the room.*
*"Everybody comes to Rick's," says Renault, and then they're inside, with the strains of 'It Had To Be You' on piano wafting through the room.*
*Rick's has all the staples: a table, a piano, a bar, and a huge and varied clientele, ranging from British Naval officers to bejeweled European women to robed Moroccans.*
It looks like Milliways, *she murmurs, as the camera zooms over to a customer seated at a table.*
Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'll never get out of here. I'll die in Casablanca.
It looks like Milliways, *she murmurs, as the camera zooms over to a customer seated at a table.*
Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'll never get out of here. I'll die in Casablanca.
It does, kinda.
*Someone's trying to sell diamonds. Evidently they're not in high demand.*
*Someone's trying to sell diamonds. Evidently they're not in high demand.*
Except everyone's breaking the no business rule -
*Onscreen, the waiter assures a table of women that Rick never drinks with customers; and adds that the leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in Rick's kitchen.*
- but it's nice and egalitarian.
*Onscreen, the waiter assures a table of women that Rick never drinks with customers; and adds that the leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in Rick's kitchen.*
- but it's nice and egalitarian.
Oh, oh, here's Rick--
*And here he is indeed, refusing a rather rude German entry into the casino.*
*And here he is indeed, refusing a rather rude German entry into the casino.*
No, he's not really, but he kind of makes you not care.
*A drunken Yvonne orders yet another drink from a lovesick Sacha.*
*Andrew watches, amused.*
*Andrew watches, amused.*
*Renault banters with Rick about Yvonne, and then moves on to other topics.*
*I have often speculated on why you don't return to America, Renault says airily. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.*
*Andrew makes a slightly sour face at that.*
*I have often speculated on why you don't return to America, Renault says airily. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.*
*Andrew makes a slightly sour face at that.*
It was a combination of all three, *Rick retorts, and deftly avoids answering any further questions with a skill that Meg finds herself rather envious of - before being distracted by Renault casually informing Rick that his cafe will see an arrest tonight.*
*Rick: I came to Casablanca for the waters.*
*Andrew grins, and mouths the next two lines along with the actors.*
*Andrew grins, and mouths the next two lines along with the actors.*
*More snickering at that from Meg, which doesn't die down until Renault's halfway through making his bet with Rick about whether or not a man named Victor Laszlo will ever leave Casablanca.
(There's a brief resurgence at Renault's declaration that he is only a poor corrupt official.)*
(There's a brief resurgence at Renault's declaration that he is only a poor corrupt official.)*
*The arrest goes down.*
*Twenty thousand francs says Lazlo will make it to America.*
*Andrew gets up to fetch the bowl of popcorn from the desk.*
*Twenty thousand francs says Lazlo will make it to America.*
*Andrew gets up to fetch the bowl of popcorn from the desk.*
Page 1 of 5