Murder on the Riviera

Orson Well as the Third Man. The fabulous stories of the immortal character originally created in the story The Third Man with the sither music by Anton Caras. This little story of frustrated love and violence that just happened to happen on the Cold Visual.

It might have handled strip of Italian and French coastline called the Riviera as well as all took place. Story begins at dawn. the lovely candor early dawn of the summer's day in 1946. At this period of my career, I was in the cigarette business, American cigarettes.

My end of it was distribution, which in France is organized out of Marseilles. That's where I was bound on this particular morning. I had a poor truckload of the four leading brands, disguised in cans of powdered milk.

I crossed the border. Never mind how. How it will still die. And by six o'clock, I passed through Mont de Poix. I think I was somewhere just outside of the Uponch my soul. She was you, red headed.

She was standing behind a big limousine, trying to push it, and she was wearing an evening. I slowed up. She seemed to be having trouble. Car wasn't budging. She was very beautiful. She'd been trying to push and sitting inside.

I guess he was wearing a dinner jacket. He had on black horn rim glasses, and he was bald. I don't know which would have been very interesting, except that he was also dead. Well, I thought that you hadn't.

Stick around, I'll tell you how it ended. The truck up behind the car. She was still standing there in the road looking-

Hey, you! You're stupid, aren't you? You must be stupid, don't you know enough to take off the brake? You understood, ran back up the road to the car, opened the door and released the brake.