The Third Man

WOMAN: Warscheinlich ist der murder.

ANNA: They think you did it.

WOMAN: Hier sind fruher Fursten ans unt eingeganger. Hier hat sogar ein Metternich verkehrt...

ANNA: Give her some cigarettes.

WOMAN: Das worren nooh zeiten.

WOMAN: Den leuten.

ANNA: Ja, ja, ja.

WOMAN: Sayen sie ed our den Leuten damit sie es auch wissen.

ANNA: Ich weiss nicht.

WOMAN: Das mussen sie doch wissen. Ich meine ohne grund wird die politzei doch nicht ins Hans komme Fraulein Schmidt, ein schande...

MARTINS: ...anyway?

ANNA: From Kurtz. They have just been arrested. But Harry won't come, he's not a fool.

MARTINS: ...quarrel?

ANNA: If you want to sell your service, I'm not willing to be the price... I loved him. You loved him. What good have we done him. Look at yourself, they have names for faces like that.

MARTINS: That's his headache.

ANNA: His.

MARTINS: Oh, well.

ANNA: Why are you lying?

MARTINS: We're getting you out of here, aren't we?

MARTINS: Of course I didn't tell Calloway.

ANNA: Why should he help me like that? The Russians will only make trouble for him.

ANNA: Did he say anything about me - tell me?

MARTINS: Oh, the usual things...

ANNA: There's something wrong. Did you tell Calloway about meeting Harry?

ANNA: What is going to happen? Where is Harry?

MARTINS: He's safe in the Russian zone.

ANNA: How do you know?

MARTINS: I saw him today.

MARTINS: Here, it will be cold on that train.

ANNA: I shall be all right.

MARTINS: You send me a wire as soon as you arrive.

ANNA: What is on your mind? Why did you hide?

MARTINS: Hide? Can't a fellow have a drink?

MARTINS: Harry.

ANNA: I'm sorry.

MARTINS: ...Headquarters.

ANNA: Have you been seeing Major Calloway again?

MARTINS: ...is there?

ANNA: How did you know I would be here?

ANNA: Are you going, too?

MARTINS: Oh...

MARTINS: ...again.

ANNA: There isn't enough for two laughs.

ANNA: ...and my lover. He was Harry.

MARTINS: Well, don't preach wisdom to me. You talk about him as if he had occasional bad manners.

ANNA: He's better dead. I know he was mixed up - but not like that.

MARTINS: I knew him for twenty years - at least I thought I knew him. I suppose he was laughing at fools like us all the time.

ANNA: He liked to laugh.

MARTINS: Seventy pounds a tube. He wanted me to write for his great medical charity.

ANNA: I'll put these flowers in water.

MARTINS: ...you know.

ANNA: He told you, didn't he?

ANNA: What happened to your hand?

MARTINS: A parrot...Let it go.

ANNA: Have you seen Calloway?

MARTINS: Can you imagine a parrot nipping a man?

ANNA: Have you?

MARTINS: I'm going back home.

ANNA: Why?

ANNA: I thought you were going to go away. Aren't the police after you?

MARTINS: I don't know.

ANNA: Wer ist da?

MARTINS: Me.

MARTINS: Sneak out the other way, and go back to your theatre. I'd better not see you again.

ANNA: What are you going to do?

MARTINS: I wish I knew.

ANNA: Be sensible - tell Major Calloway.

ANNA: Let's go away.

MARTINS: What's the matter?

ANNA: Let's not get into any more trouble.

MARTINS: Wait here.

MARTINS: That's Harry's place, isn't it?

ANNA: Yes.

MARTINS: Seemed like a good idea.

ANNA: It's just what he used to say.

MARTINS: Well, I didn't learn that from him.

ANNA: If we have to see the Porter we'd better go.

MARTINS: What's the hurry? Can't we talk quietly for a couple of minutes?

ANNA: I thought you wanted...

MARTINS: A moment ago you said you didn't want to see the Porter.

ANNA: We're both in it, Harry.

MARTINS: Holly.

ANNA: I'm so sorry.

MARTINS: It's all right.

ANNA: ...and buried him.

MARTINS: Anna.

MARTINS: Oh, that was many years ago.

ANNA: Tell me more.

MARTINS: Oh, it's very difficult. You know Harry...we didn't do...

MARTINS: ...to steal my girl.

ANNA: Where is she?

ANNA: When...what did you do?

MARTINS: Oh, we didn't make much sense. Drank too much. Once he tried...

ANNA: Tell me about him.

MARTINS: Tell you what?

MARTINS: H-E-Z-T...

ANNA: Oh, let me see. No, no that's not the cue. It means she has to sit down.

MARTINS: Gestern bein heurigen...

ANNA: What's that?

MARTINS: "Ein hurigan" - I guess.

MARTINS: Do I...

ANNA: Well you read this.

MARTINS: Can I hear you?

ANNA: In German?

MARTINS: I can try. Is it comedy, or tragedy?

ANNA: Comedy. I don't play tragedy.

MARTINS: Might as well I suppose. Are you busy?

ANNA: Just another part I've got to learn.

MARTINS: The Porter is going to talk to us tonight.

ANNA: Need we go through it all again?

MARTINS: Who are you looking for now?

ANNA: Sssh. Don't. Don't, please.

MARTINS: Silly looking bunch.

MARTINS: Harry?

ANNA: Yes. He moved his head, but the rest is good, isn't it?

MARTINS: Drink?

ANNA: Whiskey.

MARTINS: Oh, what was the name of that doctor? Harry's doctor?

ANNA: Dr. Winkel.

MARTINS: Anything really wrong with your papers?

ANNA: They're forged.

MARTINS: Why?

ANNA: The Russians would claim me. I come from Czechoslovakia.

MARTINS: What's she talking about?

ANNA: The police. They're searching my room. Sie mussen doch wissen.

ANNA: You shouldn't get mixed up in this.

MARTINS: Well, if I do find out something, can I look you up again?

ANNA: Why don't you leave this town - go home?

ANNA: I don't know. They didn't answer.

MARTINS: I was told there were only two men there.

MARTINS: ...at all.

ANNA: I know. I wondered about it a hundred times, if it really was an accident.

ANNA: Yes. They said it wasn't the driver's fault. Harry often said what a careful driver he was.

MARTINS: He was Harry's driver?

ANNA: Mmmm.

MARTINS: He said he remembered me too. Seems to show he wasn't in much pain.

ANNA: Dr. Winkel told me that.

MARTINS: Dr. Winkel? Who is he?

ANNA: The doctor Harry used to go to. He was passing just after it happened.

MARTINS: His own doctor?

ANNA: Yes.

MARTINS: Were you at the inquest?

MARTINS: Don't understand what Harry saw in a fellow like that.

ANNA: That was the man that brought me some money when Harry died. He said Harry had been anxious at the last moment.

ANNA: No.

MARTINS: He has a little dog.

ANNA: Oh, yes, yes.

ANNA: Oh, American, thank you. I like them.

MARTINS: I was talking to another friend of Harry's. A Baron Kurtz - do you know him?

MARTINS: Well, I saw you at the funeral.

ANNA: I'm so sorry, I didn't notice much.

MARTINS: You were in love with him, weren't you?

ANNA: I don't know. How can you know a thing like that afterwards. I don't know anything any more.

MARTINS: But I could follow it fine. Perhaps Harry told you about me. My name's Holly Martins.

ANNA: No, he never told me about his friends. Would you like some tea?

MARTINS: You were awfully good.

ANNA: Do you understand German?

MARTINS: No, no...oh...excuse me.

MARTINS: Thank you.

ANNA: Sit down.

MARTINS: Thank you. I enjoyed the play very much.

ANNA: Nichts danke. Kein.

POPESCU: Entschuldigen sie. It was a terrible thing.

POPESCU: Cigarette, Miss Schmidt?

ANNA: Thank you.

POPESCU: Keep the packet.

POPESCU: Good evening, Miss Schmidt. You remember me?

ANNA: Of course.

POPESCU: I helped Harry fix her papers, Mr. Martins...

CALLOWAY: Vienna is a closed city, Miss Schmidt, he can't get away.

ANNA: Poor Harry, I wish he was dead, he would be safe from all of you then.

CALLOWAY: I said another man was buried in his place.

ANNA: Where's Harry?

CALLOWAY: That's what we want to find out.

ANNA: I'm sorry - I don't seem able to understand anything you say. He's alive now this minute - he's doing something.

CALLOWAY: Miss Schmidt, we know he is somewhere across the canal in the Russian sector... You may as well help us. In a few minutes Colonel Brodsky will be questioning you about your papers. Tell me where Lime is.

ANNA: I don't know.

CALLOWAY: If you help me, I am prepared to help you. ANNA Martins always said you were a fool...

CALLOWAY: Joseph Harbin's body was found in the coffin.

ANNA: What did you say? I'm sorry...

CALLOWAY: I want the truth, Miss Schmidt. We know he is alive.

ANNA: It's true then?

CALLOWAY: Now then, Miss Schmidt, I'm not interested in your forged papers - that's purely a Russian case. When did you last see Lime?

ANNA: Two weeks ago.

CALLOWAY: You can help us.

ANNA: What can I tell you but that you have got everything upside down.

CALLOWAY: In one of his letters he asked you to telephone - a good friend of his called Joseph. He gave you the number of the Casanova Club. That is where a lot of friends of Lime used to go.

ANNA: It wasn't important.

CALLOWAY: Joseph Harbin...

ANNA: No.

CALLOWAY: He works in a military hospital.

ANNA: No.

CALLOWAY: It's stupid to lie to me, Miss Schmidt. I'm in a position to help you.

CALLOWAY: Do you know this man?

ANNA: I have never seen him.

CALLOWAY: You know as much as I do, Miss Schmidt - you were intimate with Lime, weren't you?

ANNA: We loved each other, do you mean that?

CALLOWAY: Right. Sit down Miss Schmidt, we will send your letters and things back to you.

ANNA: And my passport?

ANNA: Must you take those letters? CALLOWAY Yes, I'm afraid so.

ANNA: They're Harry's.

CALLOWAY: That's the reason.

ANNA: You won't learn anything from them. They are only love letters. There are not many of them.

CALLOWAY: They'll be returned to you, Miss Schmidt, as soon as they've been examined.

ANNA: There's nothing in them.

CALLOWAY: ...parents.

ANNA: Yes.

ANNA: Thank you, you have been so kind. Anna moves down to stand CL of Paine.

PAINE: Well, I'll be saying good night. Good night, Miss.

ANNA: Good-bye.

PAINE: Here we are. You'll be all right here, Miss.

ANNA: I don't...

PAINE: There you are, miss, your receipt for the letters.

ANNA: I don't want it.

PAINE: Well, I've got it when you want it, miss.

ANNA: Must you take those?

PAINE: They'll be returned, miss.

ANNA: They are - private - letters.

PAINE: That's all right, miss, don't worry. We're used to it - like doctors.

MARTINS: I would very much like to meet you, Baron. Come around.

BARON: Austrians aren't allowed in your hotel. Couldn't we meet at the Mozart cafe?

MARTINS: Where?

BARON: Just around the corner.

MARTINS: How will I know you?

BARON: I'll carry a copy of one of your books. Harry gave it to me.

MARTINS: Yes.

BARON: I was a friend of Harry Lime.

CALLOWAY: ...Austrian Police Headquarters.

RUSSIAN: Can I have that woman's passport?

RUSSIAN: Please keep this passport to yourself, until I make some inquiries, will you, Major?

CALLOWAY: Yes, of course.

RUSSIAN: Thank you.

RUSSIAN: We are interested in this case. Have you arrested the girl?

CALLOWAY: No, not yet.

CALLOWAY: What is it?

RUSSIAN: This is forgery. It is very clever.

CALLOWAY: Be sensible, Martins.

MARTINS: I haven't got a sensible name, Calloway.

MARTINS: Wait a minute - let me out.

CALLOWAY: Well, there's not much time.

MARTINS: One can't just leave - please.

MARTINS: Calloway, can't you do something about Anna?

CALLOWAY: I'll do what I can, if she'll let me.

CALLOWAY: What time is it?

MARTINS: Two thirty.

CALLOWAY: Paine lent me one of your books; "Oklahoma Kid," I think it was. Read a bit of it... Think it's pretty good. What made you take up this sort of thing? Been doing it for long?

MARTINS: All right, Calloway. You win.

CALLOWAY: I never knew there were snake charmers in Texas...

MARTINS: I said you win.

CALLOWAY: Win what?

MARTINS: I'll be your dumb decoy duck.

CALLOWAY: Do you mind if I drop off somewhere on the way? I've got an appointment, won't take five minutes...

MARTINS: Of course.

CALLOWAY: Why don't you come in, too - you're a writer... Might interest you.

CALLOWAY: Didn't I?

MARTINS: You all did.

CALLOWAY: A girl of spirit.

MARTINS: She's right. It's none of my business.

MARTINS: Calloway!

CALLOWAY: Oh, there you are. Come in here, there isn't much time.

MARTINS: It wouldn't work.

CALLOWAY: We'll never get him in the Russian zone.

MARTINS: Calloway, you expect too much. I know he deserves to hang, you proved your stuff. But twenty years is a long time - don't ask me to tie the rope.

MARTINS: I followed his shadow until suddenly...

CALLOWAY: Well?...

MARTINS: This is where he vanished.

CALLOWAY: I see.

MARTINS: I suppose you don't believe me.

CALLOWAY: No.

MARTINS: Look...I tell you, you don't think I'm blind, do you?

CALLOWAY: Yes. Where were you when you saw him first?

MARTINS: Fifty yards right down there.

CALLOWAY: Which side of the road?

MARTINS: I was on that side, the shadow was on that side, and no turnings on either side.

CALLOWAY: How about the doorway?

MARTINS: I tell you I heard him running ahead of me.

CALLOWAY: Yes, yes, yes, and then he vanished out there, I suppose with a puff of smoke and like a clap of...

CALLOWAY: ...in the morning.

MARTINS: Thank you. Excuse me.

CALLOWAY: ...be responsible for you in the streets.

MARTINS: I'm not asking you to.

CALLOWAY: ...a week ago.

MARTINS: It's more like a mortuary than police headquarters.

CALLOWAY: So would I.

MARTINS: Bring him in.

CALLOWAY: I can't. He disappeared...

CALLOWAY: Next, Paine.

MARTINS: I would like a word with this orderly Harbin.

CALLOWAY: That is the racket Harry Lime organized.

MARTINS: Calloway, you haven't shown me one shred of evidence.

CALLOWAY: Do you see what that means?

MARTINS: Are you too busy chasing a few tubes of penicillin to investigate a murder?

MARTINS: Well?

CALLOWAY: In Vienna...

MARTINS: A parrot bit me.

CALLOWAY: Oh, stop behaving like a fool, Martins.

MARTINS: I'm only a little fool - I'm an amateur at it - you're a professional. You've been shaking your cap and bells all over town.

CALLOWAY: What do you want to see a doctor for, huh?

MARTINS: A bruised lip.

CALLOWAY: Get the next plane.

MARTINS: As soon as I get to the bottom of this, I'll get the next plane.

CALLOWAY: Death is at the bottom of everything, Martins. Leave death to the professionals.

MARTINS: Do you mind if I use that line in my next Western? You can't chuck me out, my papers are in order.

CALLOWAY: Miss Schmidt.

MARTINS: You're not locking her up?

MARTINS: Tactful too, aren't we, Callaghan?

CALLOWAY: Calloway.

MARTINS: And there was a third man there. I suppose that doesn't sound peculiar to you.

CALLOWAY: I'm not interested in whether a racketeer like Lime was killed by his friends or by accident. The only important thing is that he's dead.

MARTINS: What the devil?

CALLOWAY: Getting around, Martins.

MARTINS: Oh, pinning things on girls now.

MARTINS: ...expense.

CALLOWAY: Going to find me the real criminal? It sounds like one of your stories.

MARTINS: Listen, Callaghan.

CALLOWAY: Calloway - I'm English, not Irish.

MARTINS: Why don't you catch a few murderers for a change?

CALLOWAY: Well, you could say that murder was part...

MARTINS: ...a cop. You're a real cop I suppose.

CALLOWAY: It wasn't petrol.

MARTINS: ...policemen. I have to call them sheriffs.

CALLOWAY: Ever seen one?

MARTINS: Pin it on a...

CALLOWAY: ...to him.

MARTINS: What are you trying to say?

CALLOWAY: He was...

MARTINS: Must have known I was broke. Even sent me an airplane ticket. It's a shame.

CALLOWAY: What?

MARTINS: Him dying like that.

CALLOWAY: Best thing that ever happened...

MARTINS: Did you ever hear of "The Lone Rider of Santa Fe?"

CALLOWAY: I can't say that I have.

MARTINS: "Death at the Double X Ranch" - Ra- a-nch.

CALLOWAY: No.

CALLOWAY: I'm afraid I've never heard of you. What's your name again?

MARTINS: Holly Martins.

CALLOWAY: No, sorry.

CALLOWAY: See much of him before that?

MARTINS: Once in a while.

MARTINS: Back in school. Never so lonesome in my life till he showed up.

CALLOWAY: When did you see him last?

MARTINS: September '39.

CALLOWAY: You've had a bit of a shock, haven't you? You could do with a drink.

MARTINS: Could you buy me one. I haven't got any Austrian kroners. Thanks.

CALLOWAY: Schmolka!

CALLOWAY: My name is Calloway.

MARTINS: Martins.

CALLOWAY: You a friend of Lime's?

MARTINS: Yes.

CALLOWAY: Been here long?

MARTINS: No.

MARTINS: Can you tell me whose...

CALLOWAY: Fellow called Lime.

PAINE: Shall I go over there, sir?

CALLOWAY: No, no. Leave them for a while.

CALLOWAY: ...of Santa Fe."

PAINE: I'd like to visit Texas one day, sir.

PAINE: Very good, sir.

CALLOWAY: You know, Paine's one of your devoted readers. He's promised...

CALLOWAY: Write her out a receipt, Paine. Give her a receipt for these letters too.

PAINE: This way, miss.

CALLOWAY: It's a military hotel.

PAINE: I'm so glad to have met you, sir. I've read quite a few of your books.

PAINE: Please be careful, sir. Up we come. Written anything lately?

CALLOWAY: Take him to Sacher's.

MARTINS: ...his number.

CLERK: I'll look it up for you.

MARTINS: Well, look, is there a car here I can use?

CLERK: ...excuse me.

MARTINS: Please hurry up - just get him on the telephone.

CLERK: Do you know his number?

MARTINS: No, I don't know...

MARTINS: Get me Major Callaghan on the phone.

CLERK: Oh, Mr. Martins...

MARTINS: Zane Grey.

CRABBIN: Oh, that is Mr. Martins' little joke, of course...

MARTINS: Well, yes. I suppose that is what I meant to say.

CRABBIN: Of course, of course, of course.

MARTINS: What's that?

CRABBIN: Oh, I thought you would know, you're a writer. Of course you do. Good night, old man.

CRABBIN: Hello - Mr. Martins, we tried to get you at your hotel. We have arranged that lecture for tomorrow.

MARTINS: What about?

CRABBIN: On the modern novel - you remember what we arranged and we want you to talk on the Crisis of Faith.

CRABBIN: Oh, Mr. Martins, good evening.

MARTINS: Good evening Mr. Crabbin.

CRABBIN: Seems exciting.

MARTINS: It is, and I'm gunning just the same way for your Major Callaghan.

MARTINS: ...this lecture business, you'll put me up here a while?

CRABBIN: Certainly.

MARTINS: I was going to stay with him, but he died Thursday.

CRABBIN: Goodness, that's awkward.

MARTINS: Is that what you say to people after death? "Goodness that's awkward..."

MARTINS: It was just a soldier. I was trying to punch his major in the eye.

CRABBIN: No, a major, were you really?

MARTINS: Heard of Harry Lime?

CRABBIN: I've heard of him, of course, but I didn't exactly know him.

MARTINS: Come upstairs a moment.

CRABBIN: I know a very good dentist.

MARTINS: I don't need a dentist. Somebody hit me, that's all.

MARTINS: How long can one stay here on this stage money?

CRABBIN: Listen, Mr. Martins, if you'd agree to be our guest, we'd be delighted to have you.

MARTINS: They wouldn't know me.

CRABBIN: Nonsense. Your novels are very popular here. Aren't they, Sergeant?

MARTINS: Welcome?

CRABBIN: I'll tell you what, Mr. Martins. On Wednesday night at our institute, we are having a little lecture on the contemporary novel...I thought perhaps you'd like to speak.

MARTINS: You do!

CRABBIN: Yes, Cultural re-education Section Propaganda. Very important in a place like this. We do a little show each week. Last week we did "Hamlet" and the week before we had something...

PAINE: ...leaving tomorrow, sir.

CRABBIN: Excuse me, have you got tooth...

PAINE: Very popular, sir.

CRABBIN: Very popular. Are you staying long?

PAINE: Striptease, sir.

CRABBIN: Yes, Hindu dances, thank you, Sergeant. This is the first opportunity we've had of making an American author welcome.

PAINE: Mr. Crabbin.

CRABBIN: What is it, Sergeant?

PAINE: Mr. Holly Martins, sir.

CRABBIN: Who?

PAINE: The author. Thought you might be interested.

CRABBIN: Never heard of him.

PAINE: Oh, he's very goad, sir. I've read quite a few of his books.

CRABBIN: Have you, Sergeant? Author - Martins. Thank you, Sergeant.

MARTINS: ...this way.

HARRY: What do you want?

MARTINS: Have you ever seen any of your victims?

HARRY: Do you know, I don't ever feel comfortable on these sort of things...Victims?

HARRY: Part? You can have any part you want, so long as you don't interfere...I have never cut you out of anything yet.

MARTINS: I remember when they raided the gambling joint - you know a safe way out...

HARRY: Sure...

MARTINS: You told them, didn't you?

HARRY: Don't try to be a policeman, old man.

MARTINS: What did you expect me to be - part of your...

HARRY: I'm only safe in the Russian Zone... I'm safe as long as they can use me...

MARTINS: As long as they can use you?

HARRY: I wish I could get rid of this thing.

HARRY: What do you want me to do?

MARTINS: You can get somebody else...

HARRY: Do you expect me to give myself up?

MARTINS: Why not?

HARRY: It's far better thing that I do... Holly, you and I aren't heroes, the world doesn't make any heroes...

MARTINS: You've got plenty of contacts.

HARRY: Outside of your stories...I've got to be careful.

HARRY: Well, I've got quite a lot on my mind.

MARTINS: You wouldn't do anything.

HARRY: Unwise, Holly...

MARTINS: And - Anna...

HARRY: Did the police believe you?

MARTINS: You don't care anything at all about Anna, do you?

HARRY: ...exactly who did you tell about me? Hmm?

MARTINS: I told the police.

HARRY: What can I do, old man, I'm dead, aren't I?

MARTINS: You can help her.

HARRY: Holly...

HARRY: Hmm.

MARTINS: She's been arrested.

HARRY: Tough...tough...Don't worry, old man, they won't hurt her.

MARTINS: Listen, Harry - I didn't believe that...

HARRY: It's good to see you, Holly.

MARTINS: Hello, Harry.

HARRY: Well, well, they seem to've been giving you quite some busy time.

MARTINS: Listen...

HARRY: Yes.

MARTINS: I want to talk to you.

HARRY: Talk to me?...Of course...Come on...

KURTZ: Are you mad?

MARTINS: All right - I'm mad. I've seen a ghost...

KURTZ: Mr. Popescu - Mr. Martins.

MARTINS: How do you do.

KURTZ: Mr. Popescu is here tonight.

MARTINS: The Roumanian?

KURTZ: Yes. The man who helped carry him.

MARTINS: Not yet.

KURTZ: But you will.

KURTZ: ...the best way one can, you know.

MARTINS: What's the name of this girl?

MARTINS: ...your address?

KURTZ: I live in the Russian sector, but you'll find me at the Casanova Club every night. One has to work...

MARTINS: Not necessarily. She'd probably want to help.

KURTZ: What's the good of another post mortem? Suppose you dig up something - well - discreditable to Harry?

MARTINS: Will you give me...

MARTINS: ...you.

KURTZ: Only his doctor, Dr. Winkel.

MARTINS: Well, there was only you, and this friend of his. Who is he?

KURTZ: A Roumanian.

KURTZ: ...you know and all that.

MARTINS: But he said he died instantaneously.

KURTZ: ...were of you.

MARTINS: What did he say?

KURTZ: We came out of his place like this, and were walking this way. A friend of his called to him from over there. Harry went across and from up there came the truck. It was just about here.

MARTINS: Here?

MARTINS: You really liked it?

KURTZ: At the end of every chapter --

KURTZ: It's wonderful how you keep the tension.

MARTINS: Tension? KURTZ Suspense.

KURTZ: Mr. Martins. Delighted to meet you. Come let's sit down here. Ober! Zwei. What would you like. Tea? Coffee?

MARTINS: Coffee.

KURTZ: Zwei zwartze.

WINKEL: ...he was. Yes, for a short time, while they carried him across the road.

MARTINS: In great pain?

WINKEL: Not necessarily.

MARTINS: Could he have been at all conscious?

WINKEL: I understand...

WINKEL: Find out?

MARTINS: Hear the details.

WINKEL: I can tell you very little. He was run over by a car. He was dead when I arrived.

MARTINS: Martins.

WINKEL: Coming to the point, please.

MARTINS: Thank you.

WINKEL: I have guests waiting.

MARTINS: Dr. Winkel?

WINKEL: Vinkel.

MARTINS: Vinkel...You've got quite a collection of er-collection.

WINKEL: Yes.

MARTINS: Yes, it is.

PORTER: I am not a bad man.

PORTER: I have no evidence. I saw nothing. I said nothing. It's not my business.

MARTINS: Well make it your business.

PORTER: Fer von mir aus gehen sie zur gansalt aber mich lassen sie aus mit der politzei.

MARTINS: Now, hold on.

PORTER: Das hat man davon wenn man freundlich ist mit den auslandern...

MARTINS: You gotta tell your story to the police.

PORTER: Police? Why police? Das ist alles blodsum was sie da sangen. No, no. It is all nonsense; it was an accident.

MARTINS: You don't know it was an accident. You only saw a dead man and three men carry him.

PORTER: Der ami macht mich noch ganz deppert. I should have listened to my wife. She said you were up to no good. Gossip.

MARTINS: Suppose I take...

PORTER: There was a third man - he didn't give evidence.

MARTINS: You don't mean that doctor?

PORTER: No, no. He came late after they carried him to the Joseph Statue.

MARTINS: Kurtz.

PORTER: Yes.

MARTINS: The Roumanian?

PORTER: Yes.

MARTINS: And?

PORTER: ...give evidence.

MARTINS: Who else?

MARTINS: Could he have been conscious?

PORTER: Conscious? Cas soll ich auch noch wissen?

MARTINS: Oh, er - oh...was he - was he still alive?

PORTER: Er, alive? He couldn't have been alive, not with his head in the way it was.

MARTINS: I was told that he did not die at once.

PORTER: Ah, er war gleich tot - I mean, sie war gleich tot - brauchen kein angst zu. Ein moment...Wart ein bissel...Wartein bissel. Fraulein Schmidt!

PORTER: Happened...Yes happened right down there.

MARTINS: You saw it?

PORTER: Not saw, heard...heard. I heard the brakes. Wham! And I got to the window and saw them carry the body to the other side of the er...er Joseph...that's Joseph Emperor Joseph Statue.

MARTINS: Why didn't they bring him in the house?

PORTER: Sehen sie da gleich da unter. Da unten ist est passiert. Passiert - English.

MARTINS: What's he saying?

PORTER: ...Popescu...

PORTER: und ich kann nicht alle kennen.

MARTINS: What does he say?

MARTINS: Did you know Mr. Lime well?

PORTER: Mr. Lime - yes.

MARTINS: You remember me? Upstairs...

PORTER: Yes, yes, I remember you.

MARTINS: Excuse me!

PORTER: Yes, sir.

PORTER: Baron Kurtz.

MARTINS: Must be some mistake.

MARTINS: Coffin?

PORTER: Mr. Lime's. Accident...

PORTER: Already gone.

MARTINS: Who?

MARTINS: Speak English?

PORTER: English?

POPESCU: ...Mr. Martins?

MARTINS: Never.

MARTINS: Should I make it all fact?

POPESCU: Why no, Mr. Martins.

POPESCU: ...this time.

MARTINS: Yes.

POPESCU: Mr. Martins...

MARTINS: Not when I get interested.

MARTINS: Third Man.

POPESCU: A novel, Mr. Martins?

POPESCU: No.

MARTINS: Joseph Harbin.

POPESCU: Joseph Harbin? No...no.

MARTINS: He probably knows a lot more than that. Somebody's lying.

POPESCU: Not necessarily.

POPESCU: What else did he tell you?

MARTINS: That Harry was dead before you got him to that statue.

POPESCU: Wasn't he at the police inquiry?

MARTINS: He didn't want to get involved.

POPESCU: Will we never teach these Austrians to be good citizens. It was his duty to give the evidence.

MARTINS: That's all you meant?

POPESCU: What else?

MARTINS: I thought there was something funny about the whole thing.

POPESCU: Funny?

MARTINS: Something wrong.

POPESCU: Of course there was. Some ice for Mr. Martins.

MARTINS: Harry...

POPESCU: Two double whiskeys. Was wunschen sie?

MARTINS: Oh, you did.

POPESCU: Not the sort of thing I should confess to a total stranger, but you have to break the rules sometimes. Humanity's duty.

MARTINS: Lime. Harry Lime.

U.S.M.P.: Okay.

MARTINS: I thought he'd be here to meet me.

U.S.M.P.: What's the purpose of your visit here?

MARTINS: A friend of mine offered me a job here.

U.S.M.P.: Where are you staying?

MARTINS: With him. Fifteen Stiffgasse.

U.S.M.P.: His name?

U.S.M.P.: Passport, please.

MARTINS: Oh.