Roth Stein Letter
Dear Judge Cohn:
So there I was in Morocco, at the runway, and at the last moment I double crossed Renault, forcing him at gunpoint to assist in our escape.
Then, suddenly, I make Ilsa board the plane to Lisbon with her husband, telling her she would regret it if she stayed: "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life."
I then walked off into the fog, remarking "Judge C, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."