Reese De’What… Kenan Thompson
Rick… J.K. Simmons
Victor… Taran Killam
Ilsa… Kate McKinnon[Starts with Cinema Classics intro] [Cut to Reese De’What in his set]
Reese De’What: Good evening. I am Reese De’What. Welcome to Cinema Classics. Tonight, we look at the recently unearthed alternate ending to the 1942 classic ‘Casablanca’, starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman and Claude Rains. Why did they make this alternate ending? I do not know. This is not why I am here. If I were to guess, I would say that the director’s girlfriend said, “Hey, let’s try one my way.” But, I’m a bad guesser. Just ask my wife. This morning, she asked me to guess what she wanted for her birthday. And I said, “I don’t know. Some common sense and a bra that doesn’t cut your back?” Worst post sex discussion ever. Let’s look at this alternate ending now where Rick risks everything to get Ilsa safely out of Casablanca and away from the Nazis. Here we go.[Cut to the alternate ending. Two men and one woman are walking.]
Rick: Here you go, Louis. These are the exit visas. And if you don’t mind, why don’t you fill in the names. That will make it seem more official.
Victor: Certainly, Rick, you think of everything, don’t you?
Rick: And the names are Mr. and Mrs. Victor Laslo.[Victor walks away] [Cut to Ilsa]
Ilsa: But, why my name, Richard?
Rick: Because you’re getting on that plane.
Ilsa: I don’t understand, Richard. What about you?
Rick: I’m going to stay here with him until the plane gets safely away.
Ilsa: Oh, no Richard, no! No, Richard! No, no, no! No, Richard! Last night you said we’d be together forever.
Rick: Last night, we said a great many things. And it all boils down to this. You’re getting on that plane where you belong.
Ilsa: Oh, Richard, no, no! Please, not without you. No, no. I’d face any danger to be with you.
Rick: Listen to me.
Rick: You know what waits for you if you stay here? 9 chances out of 10, you’ll wind up in a concentration camp.
Ilsa: Concentration camp? Urgh! Okay, so, is that the plane? Is it ready for me to get on it?
Rick: Last night you asked me to do the thinking for the both of us. And since then, I’ve done a lot of it. You’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: Oh, I know. Thank you. If you let me go, I’ll do it. I’ll get right on it.
Rick: Listen to me now, if that plane leaves and you’re not on it, you’ll live to regret it.
Rick: Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: Wow, you give me a lot to think about when I’m on that plane. Regrets, concentration camp, it’s a lot. [Asking people around] Do you think it’s refueled yet? Hey! Hey![Cut to Victor]
Victor: Come again?
Ilsa: I said is the plane full, you fool! Do you need help? Is there a hole or something that I can help with?
Rick: Ilsa, look at me. Look at me. Stop looking at the plane.
Ilsa: No, I know. I’m listening. I don’t want to turn around and not see a plane behind me. Then next thing you know, I’m sitting in a CC. That’s short for concentration camp. Is that something anyone says?
Rick: Well, don’t think about that.
Ilsa: Well, you put it in my head and now all I can see is me behind bar while having to pick a child shoe.
Rick: Well, that’s not going to happen. You don’t have a child.
Ilsa: Oh, I know, Richard. But they might make me choose for somebody else. Nazis are weird like that.
Rick: I see what you’re trying to do. You’re stalling so you don’t have to get on that plane and leave me.
Ilsa: You tell yourself whatever you need to. I’ll wave at you through one of the little windows. It’ll be our thing. Okay.[Ilsa tries to leave]
Rick: Ilsa, look at me. We’ll always have Paris.
Ilsa: Oh, Paris. Paris is the best. Such a cool place. Oh, look! The staircase just popped out of the plane and that’s where my little feet need to go.
Rick: I’ve got a job to do.
Ilsa: Yes, you do.
Rick: Where I’m going, you can’t follow.
Ilsa: Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.[Plane engine noise]
Oh, F words! F words! Do you hear that? That’s plane engine noises. Oh, I should go.
Rick: I’m no good at being noble but it doesn’t take too much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy love.
Ilsa: Oh, beans are crazy. Crazy beans.
Rick: Some day you’ll understand that. Here’s looking at you, kid.
Ilsa: Oh, Rick! [takes a deep breath] Bye![Ilsa leaves]