God damn it!
It's about time to open the letter, right?
Please, Sakall, don't start.
Don't you even want to know what it says?
-Mike... -I already know.
You can't expect her to leave Hungary
while her husband is in prison.
But I can expect her to fight and want to live.
You still need to learn a thing or two about love, my friend.
How can I get him out of prison? If he's not already dead.
You're a powerful man, use your connections.
It's time to do something real with all your money.
You did it before.
You brought your daughter and ex-wife to the States.
How about the film?
"Ten people who speak
make more noise than ten thousand who are silent."
You're hard to reach.
You already forgot your Hungarian?
You know exactly who this is.
Get lost. Whoever you are.
God damn it!
Italy.
How are you? Everything good?
Understood?
You stupid fuck.
Idiot.
Idiot!
You don't know who I am, do you?
You're turning your back on me again?
You should be grateful.
You have a nice flat, enough money. What else do you want?
I've given you everything. Everything.
Mom is sick.
She's in the hospital.
Which hospital?
In New York.
St. Mary's.
I'm not here to ask you for anything.
Pull yourself together.
Misi!
-Misi! -Not now.
Have you seen this?
What is it?
The prisoners have been released.
-So what? -Now you can get them out.
What if I can't? Maybe I was just lucky last time.
You got almost everyone out.
Sure. I got her out, I bring her to New York, then she comes here.
-Who? -Kitty.
Your daughter?
Who else?
She somehow didn't get it right that I intentionally moved them
to the furthest fucking part of this fucking continent.
And Bess? She knows, right?
I don't owe anyone anything.
Fine. I'll call the Ambassador.
Now you're talking!
You have to get your sister out of Europe.
You're the great Michael Curtiz, aren't you?
WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK I WAS ILL?
PS: I STILL HATE TULIPS.
How's your mother?
I've never shot a gun before.
You just point and shoot.
I sent her some flowers.
Happy to hear she's better now.
I could have told you I'm pregnant.
It's all the same.
Or that I need money to finish my studies, or go to dance school.
Does it really matter?
He's a nice boy...
your son.
Not my son.
My wife's son.
Why didn't you stay in New York?
Why did you bring us to New York?
Why not here, to you?
How could you think it was enough for us?
Why didn't you wanna see me?
Why didn't you tell Mom that it's over?
Why did she have to find out herself?
Why did 19 years have to pass this way?
God damn it!
Don't you wanna eat?
Very funny, Sakall.
It's been a long time, brother. How are things?
This one needs to work on his Hungarian.
What's this?
This is a totally new scene, you rascal!
Misi, what happens to Ilsa in the end?
Every time Ilsa tries to get close to Rick,
he pushes her away.
He is not easy to approach.
Maybe he likes being a loner.
But maybe he should put away his pride
for the first time in his life.
He doesn't owe anyone anything.
Then Ilsa has no choice.
She grabs a gun.
She walks over to Rick.
She's thought about this moment,
what she will say to him.
All she wants is this man to see her
when they finally meet.
To make him curious about her.
They're here together again.
That's all that matters.
Ilsa's waiting for Rick to ask her to stay?
Maybe.
Maybe it's something else.
Well, as soon as you figure it out, you'll have your ending.
Mademoiselle, stop screaming.
No, please stop!
No!
Papa.
Are you alright?
She didn't know about me.
You didn't tell anyone about me.
Coward.
You disappeared.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Mom was right.
You are an asshole.
Come. Let's go.
We'll get on a plane.
Like in the last 19 years?
You arrived in my life too early.
And you left too early from mine.
I didn't answer your letters...
because I'm not much of a writer.
I had you brought to America.
This is how I could show I cared about you.
I didn't want to see you, because...
I made a mistake.
But 19 years maybe enough for a man to change, right?
What about your film?
What if the man took the girl to a new world
where they can figure out the next step together.
Because he owes her that.
That sounds like a happy ending.
Misi.
I can only hope that this letter reaches you.
I beg you, help me.
I don't know what it is, but it's not what it seems.
They want something else.
Money doesn't help anymore.
They look at us, Jews, as if we were infectious.
I've never been so afraid, Misi.
They say that they are building a wall.
Get us out of here.
Margit.