Create translation for The Third Man-4

- Not very sociable, is he?

- No, he only liked Harry.

- What made you decide so suddenly?

- I, I brought you these.

They, they got a little wet.

- What happened to your hand?

- A parrot-

- Let it go.

- Have you seen Calloway?

- Imagine a parrot nipping a man?

- Have you?

It's-

Oh, I, I-

I've been saying good-bye

all over, you know.

- He told you, didn't he?

- Told me?

- About Harry.

- Do you know?

I've seen Major Calloway today.

He is better dead.

I knew he was mixed-up,

but not like that.

I knew him for 20 years-

at least, I thought I knew him.

Suppose he was laughing

at fools like us all the time?

- He liked to laugh.

- Seventy pounds a tube.

He wanted me to write

for his great medical charity.

I'll put these flowers

in the water.

Perhaps I could have raised

the price to 80 pounds for him.

Oh, please. For heaven's sake,

stop making him in your image.

Harry was real. He wasn't

just your friend and my lover.

- He was Harry.

- Well, don't preach wisdom to me.

You talk about him as if

he had occasional bad manners.

No. I don't know. I'm just

a hack writer who drinks too much...

and falls in love with girls.

- You.

- Me?

Don't be such a fool.

Of course.

If you'd rung me up and asked me

were you fair or dark...

or had a moustache,

I wouldn't have known.

Oh, I am leaving Vienna.

I don't care whether Henry

was murdered by Kurtz or Popescu...

or the third man or-

Whoever killed him, there was

some sort of... justice.

Maybe I would've

killed him myself.

A person doesn't change

because you find out more.

Look. I've got a splitting headache, and you

stand there and just talk and talk and talk.

I- I hate it.

That's the first time

I ever saw you laugh.

Do it again.

There isn't enough for two laughs.

I'd make comic faces...

and stand on my head and grin

at you between my legs...

and tell all sorts of jokes.

I wouldn't stand a chance,

would I?

Well...

you did tell me I ought

to find myself a girl.

What kind of a spy

do you think you are, satchel foot?

What are you tailing me for?

Cat got your tongue?

Come on out.

Come out, come out,

whoever you are.

Step out in the light

and let's have a look at ya.

- Who's your boss?

Harry.

Harry!

I followed his shadow...

until, suddenly-

- Well?

- This is where he vanished.

- I see.

- I suppose you don't believe me.

- No.

- Look. I tell you-

- You don't think I'm blind, do you?

- Yes.

- Where were you when you saw him first?

- Fifty yards right down there.

- Which side of the road?

- I was on that side. His shadow was on that side.

- And there are no turnings on either side.

- What about the doorways?

- I tell you, I heard him running ahead of me!

- Yes, yes, yes.

And then he vanished out there, I suppose,

with a puff of smoke and like a clap of-

It wasn't the German gin.

Well, what's this?

Where are we?

It's the main sewer.

Runs right into the blue Danube.

Smells sweet, doesn't it?

We should have dug deeper

than a grave.

You knew him, Major?

Hmm. Yes.

Yes. Joseph Harbin.

Medical orderly

at the General Hospital.

- He used to work for Harry Lime.

- Joseph Harbin?

Yes. He's the man

I told you was missing.

Next time we'll have

a foolproof coffin.

- Fraulein Schmidt?

- Ja.

- Where are you taking me?

- International Police Headquarters, just to check up.

I'm sorry, miss. It's orders.

We can't go against the protocol.

- I don't even know what protocol means.

- Neither do I, miss.

Mademoiselle,

your lipstick.

Thank you.

- Anna, what's happened to you?

- All right. Keep out of this.

Listen, I've got to talk to you.

I've just seen a dead man walking.

- All right, chum. Get back.

- I saw him buried.

But now I've seen him alive.

Just a minute.

Bring her in here.

You stay out here.

Come in, Miss Schmidt.

Now then, Miss Schmidt.

I'm not interested in your forged

papers. That's purely a Russian case.

- When did you last see Lime?

- Two weeks ago.

I want the truth, Miss Schmidt.

We know he's alive.

- It is true, then.

- Joseph Harbin's body was found in the coffin.

What did you say?

I'm sorry.

I said another man

was buried in his place.

Where's Harry?

That's what we want

to find out.

I'm sorry. I don't seem able

to understand anything you say. I-

He is alive.

Now this minute,

he is doing something.

Miss Schmidt, we know he's 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.

- I don't know.

If you help me,

I am prepared to help you.

Martins always said

you were a fool.

Vienna is a closed city, Miss Schmidt.

He can't get away. Right.

Poor Harry.

I wish he was dead.

He would be safe

from all of you, then.

Why, that's you!

Come up.

Winkel, look who is here.

I want to speak to you, Kurtz.

- Of course. Come up.

- I'll wait here.

- I don't understand.

- I want to talk to Harry.

- Are you mad?

- All right. I'm mad.

I've seen a ghost.

You tell Harry I want to see him.

Be reasonable.

Come up and talk.

No, thank you.

I like the open.

Tell him I'll wait

by that wheel there.

Or do ghosts only rise

by night, Dr. Winkel?

You got an opinion on that?

- Hello, old man. How are you?

- Hello, Harry.

Well, well, they seem to be

giving you quite some busy time.

- Well, listen. I want to talk to you.

- Hmm, yes?

Talk to me?

Well, of course. Come on.

Kids used to ride this thing

a lot in the old days.

- But they haven't

the money now, poor devils.

Listen, Harry.

I didn't believe that-

- It's good to see you, Holly.

- I was at your funeral.

That was pretty smart,

wasn't it?

Oh, the same old indigestion, Holly.

These are the only things

that help, these tablets.

These are the last. Can't get 'em

anywhere in Europe anymore.

- Do you know what's happened to your girl?

- Hmm?

- She's been arrested.

- Tough, very tough, but don't worry, old man.

- They won't hurt her.

- They're handing her over to the Russians.

What can I do, old man?

I'm dead, aren't I?

- You can help some.

- Holly,

exactly who did you tell

about me, hmm?

- I told the police.

- Unwise, Holly.

- And Anna.

- Unwise.

Did the, uh,

police believe you?

You don't care anything at all

about Anna, do you?

I've got quite a lot on my mind.

- You wouldn't do anything.

- What do you want me to do? Be reasonable.

- You can get somebody else-

- Do you expect me to give myself up?

- Why not?

- It's a far better thing that I do...

with the old limelight

than follow the curtain-

No. You and I aren't heroes.

The world doesn't make any heroes-

- You've got plenty of contacts.

- Outside of your stories.

I've got to be so careful.

I'm only safe in the Russian zone. I'm

only safe as long as they can use me.

- As long as they can use you?

- I wish I could get rid of this thing.

So that's how they found out about Anna.

You told them, didn't you?

Don't try to be a policeman,

old man.

- What do you expect me to

be? Part of your- - Part?

You can have any part as long as you don't

interfere. I've never cut you out of anything.

Yes, I remember when they raided the

gambling joint, you knew a safe way out.

- Sure!

- Yeah, safe for you. Not safe for me.

Old man, you never should have

gone to the police, you know.

You ought to leave

this thing alone.

Have you ever seen

any of your victims?

You know, I never feel comfortable

on these sort of things.

Victims?

Don't be melodramatic.

Tell me.

Would you really feel any pity if one

of those dots stopped moving forever?

If I offered you \A320,000

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 spend?

Free of income tax, old man.

Free of income tax-

the only way

you can save money nowadays.

- A lot of good your money will do you in jail.

- That jail's in another zone.

There's no proof against me,

besides you.

I should be pretty easy

to get rid of.

- Pretty easy.

- I wouldn't be too sure.

I carry a gun.

I don't think they'd look for a bullet

wound after you hit that ground.

They dug up your coffin.

And found Harbin?

Mm-hmm.

Pity.

Holly, what fools we are

talking to each other this way,

as though I'd do anything to you

or you to me.

You're just a little mixed-up

about things in general.

Nobody thinks in terms

of human beings.

Governments don't.

Why should we?

They talk about the people and the proletariat.

I talk about the suckers and the mugs.