The Third Man Page #2

Austrians aren't allowed

in your hotel.

- Couldn't we meet at the Mozart Cafe ?

- Where ?

- Just around the corner.

- How will l know you ?

l'll carry a copy of one of your books.

Harry gave it to me.

Be there in a moment.

Wait a minute.

lf l do this lecture business,

you'll put me up here a while ?

- Certainly.

- lt's a deal.

- Did you ever read

The Lone Rider of Santa Fe ?

- No, not that one.

lt's a story about a man

who hunted down a sheriff who

was victimizing his best friend.

- Seems exciting.

- lt is.

l'm gunning just the same way

for your Major Callaghan.

Sounds anti-British, sir.

- Baron Kurtz ?

- Mr. Martins ?

Delighted to meet you.

Come, let's sit down here.

[ Speaking German ]

- What would you like ? Tea ? Coffee ?

- Coffee.

[ Speaking German ]

lt's wonderful how

you keep the tension.

- Tension ?

- Suspense.

- You really liked it ?

- At the end of every chapter

you are left guessing.

So, you were

a friend of Harry's ?

l think his best.

Except you, of course.

The police have a crazy notion that he

was mixed up in some sort of a racket.

Everyone in Vienna is. We all sell

cigarettes and that kind of thing.

l tell you, l've done things that would

have seemed unthinkable before the war.

Once when l was hard up,

l sold some tires on the black market.

l wonder what my father

would have said.

l'm afraid the police

meant more than that.

They get rather absurd

ideas sometimes.

He's somewhere now

he won't mind about that.

Even so, l'm not going to leave

it at this. Would you help me ?

l wish l could. But,

you know, l am an Austrian.

l have to be

careful with the police.

l'm afraid

l can't help you.

Except with advice,

of course.

Advice.

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.

lt was just about here.

- Here ?

- Yes.

His friend and l

picked him up,

carried him across over here.

- [ Car Horn Honks ]

- lt was a terrible thing. Terrible.

We laid him down

just about here.

And this is where he died.

Even at the end,

his thoughts were of you.

What did he say ?

l can't remember

the exact words, Holly.

l may call you Holly, mayn't l ?

He always called you that to us.

He was anxious l should

look after you when you arrived,

to see that you got safely home,

tickets, you know, and all that.

But he said he died

instantaneously.

Well, he died before

the ambulance could reach us.

Well, there was only you and

this friend of his. Uh, who was he ?

A Romanian. Mr. Popescu.

- l'd like to talk to him.

- H-He has left Vienna.

[ Dog Whimpering ]

- Uh, excuse me.

- Yes ?

- Did you know Mr. Lime well ?

- Mr. Lime ? Yes.

- You remember me. U-Upstairs.

- Yes, l remember you.

Who used to visit Mr. Lime ?

Visit ? Eh--

[ Speaking German ]

- What did he say ?

- He says he doesn't know everybody.

[ Woman Speaking German ]

[ German ]

Excuse me.

Who was at the funeral

besides you ?

Only his doctor, Dr. Winkel.

Wasn't there a girl there ?

Some girl of the Josefstadt Theater.

You know what Harry was.

You oughtn't to speak to her.

lt would only cause her pain.

Not necessarily.

She'd probably want to help.

What's the good

of another postmortem ?

Suppose you dig up something

discreditable to Harry ?

- Would you give me your address ?

- l live in the Russian sector.

But you'll find me at

the Casanova Club every night.

One has to work the best way

one can, you know.

- What's the name of this girl ?

- l don't know.

l don't think l ever heard it.

You did mention the theater.

Josefstadt.

But l still think

it won't do Harry any good.

You'd do better

to think of yourself.

[ Chuckles ]

l'll be all right.

Of course.

l'm so glad l've met you.

A master of suspense !

Such a good cover, l think.

- Number 8, please.

- Mr. Calloway's compliments.

- Here's the ticket

for the plane tomorrow.

- Tell the major l won't need it.

Oh, porter, order me a ticket tonight

for the Josefstadt Theater.

- Ah, Mr. Martins !

- Good evening, Mr. Crabbin.

He said l was to drive you

to the airfield or the bus,

whichever you prefer.

Didn't you hear Mr. Crabbin offer me

the hospitality of the H.Q.B.M.T. ?

[ Speaking German ]

l was a friend of Harry Lime.

- [ Laughter, Chattering ]

- Afterwards.

[ Speaking German ]

[ Audience Laughing ]

Uh, Miss Schmidt ?

Oh, come in.

- Thank you.

- Sit down.

- l enjoyed the play very much.

- Danke. Guten Nacht.

- Guten Nacht.

- You were-- You were awfully good.

- Do you understand German ?

- No, l-- Excuse me.

l could follow it fine.

- Oh, yes.

- Perhaps Harry told you about me.

My name is Holly Martins.

-No, he never told me about his friends.

-Oh.

- Would you like some tea ?

Someone threw me this packet last week.

- Thank you.

Sometimes the British do instead of

flowers, you know, on the first night.

That was a bouquet from an American.

Would you rather have whiskey ?

- Oh, tea's fine.

- Good. l wanted to sell it.

- Oh, there is some tea left.

- Had you known him some time ?

- Yes.

- l wanted to talk to you--

No, thank you.

l wanted to talk to you about him.

There's nothing really to talk about,

is there ? Nothing.

Well, l saw you

at the funeral.

l'm so sorry.

l didn't notice much.

You were in love with him,

weren't you ?

l don't know. How can you know

a thing like that afterwards ?

l don't know anything anymore,

except l want to be dead too.

Some more tea ?

No, no tea.

Would you like a cigarette ?

Oh, American.

Thank you. l like them.

l was talking to another friend

of Harry's, a Baron Kurtz.

- Do you know him ?

- No.

- He's got a little dog.

- Oh, yes, yes.

Don't understand what Harry saw

in a fellow like that.

That was the man who brought me

some money when Harry died.

He said Harry had been

anxious at the last moment.

Hmm. He said

he remembered me too.

Seems to show

he wasn't in much pain.

Dr. Winkel told me that.

Dr. Winkel ?

Who's he ?

A doctor Harry used to go to.

He was passing just after it happened.

- His own doctor ?

- Yes.

Well, were you

at the inquest ?

Yes. They said it wasn't

the driver's fault.

Harry had often said what

a careful driver he was.

- He was Harry's driver ?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, uh,

l don't get it.

All of them there !

Uh, Kurtz, this Romanian, uh, Popescu,

his own driver

knocking him over,

his own doctor

just passing by.

No strangers there at all.

l know. l've wondered

about it a hundred times,

if it really was an accident.

What difference does it make ?

He's dead, isn't he ?

- But if it wasn't an--

- [ Woman ] Frau Schmidt !

[ Speaking German ]

l must hurry. They don't like

us to use the lights.

- The porter saw it happen.

- Then why worry ?

Look, do you know

that porter ?

Yes.

[ Speaking German ]

- What's he saying ?

- He says it happened right down there.

Happened, yes.

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