The Third Man

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The Third Man is a 1949 film about an American writer of Westerns, who upon his arrival in war-torn Vienna, learns that his friend, who has invited him, reportedly died in a recent car accident.

Directed by Carol Reed. Written by Graham Greene, based on a story by Graham Greene and Alexander Korda.

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1 Harry Lime
2 Others
3 Dialogue
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Harry Lime

Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.

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Others

Popescue: That's a nice girl, that. But she ought to go careful in Vienna. Everybody ought to go careful in a city like this.

Calloway: Next time we'll have a foolproof coffin.

Calloway: We should have dug deeper than a grave.

Porter: He is now [points up] in hell, or [points down] in heaven.

Anna Schmidt: You know, you ought to get yourself a girl.

Narrator: I never knew the old Vienna before the war with its Strauss music, its glamour and easy charm. Constantinople suited me better. I really got to know it in the classic period of the black market. We'd run anything if people wanted it enough and whom had the money to pay. Of course a situation like that does tempt amateurs but, well, umm, you know they can't stay the course like a professional. Now the city is divided into four zones, you know, each occupied by a power: the American, the British, the Russian and the French. But the centre of the city that's international policed by an international patrol. One member of each of the four powers. Wonderful! What a hope they had! All strangers to the place and none of them could speak the same language. Except a sort of smattering of German.Good fellows on the whole, did their best you know. Vienna doesn't really look any worse than a lot of other European cities. Bombed about a bit.

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Dialogue

Calloway: Go home Martins, like a sensible chap. You don't know what you're mixing in, get the next plane.

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

Calloway: Death's at the bottom of everything, Martins. Leave death to the professionals.

Martins: Mind if I use that line in my next Western?

Martins: Listen, Callahan!

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

Martins: Have you ever seen any of your victims?

Harry Lime: You know, I never feel comfortable on these sort of things. Victims? Don't be melodramatic. [gestures to people far below] Tell me. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving forever? If I offered you twenty thousand pounds for every dot that stopped, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money, or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare? Free of income tax, old man. Free of income tax - the only way you can save money nowadays.

Martins: I guess nobody really knew Harry like he did... like I did.

Calloway: How long ago?

Martins: Back in school. I was never so lonesome in my life until he showed up.

Calloway: When did you see him last?

Martins: September, '39.

Calloway: When the business started?

Martins: Um, hmm.

Calloway: See much of him before that?

Martins: Once in a while. Best friend I ever had.

Calloway: That sounds like a cheap novelette.

Martins: Well, I write cheap novelettes.

Crabbin: [inviting Holly Martins to give a lecture at the local Cultural Reeducation Society] We do a little show each week. Last week we had "Hamlet." The week before we had... something.

Sgt. Paine: The striptease, sir.

Crabbin: Yes, the Hindu dancers. Thank you, sergeant.

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