ILSA
Get them for me.

RICK
I don’t have to. I got ‘em right here.
(reaching into his inner pocket)
He has the Letters in his hand.

ILSA
Put them on the table.

RICK
(Shaking his head)
No.

ILSA
For the last time, put them on the table.

RICK
If Laszlo and the Cause mean so much to you, you won’t stop at anything. All right, I’ll make it easier for you, go ahead, shoot. You’ll be doing me a favor.

Close Shot- ILSA
She rises, still pointing the gun at Rick. Her finger rests on the trigger. It seems as if she is summoning nerve to press it. Then, suddenly, her hand trembles and the pistol falls to the table. She breaks up, covering her face with her hands. Rick walks into the SHOT stands close to her. Suddenly, she flings herself into his arms.

ILSA
(almost hysterical)
Richard, I tried to stay away. I thought I would never see you again…that you were out of my life. The day you left Paris, if you knew what I went through! If you knew how much I loved you…how much I still love you–

Her words are smothered as he presses her tight to him, kisses her passionately. She is lost in his embrace.

FADE OUT