Every Frame Has a Silver Lining

Austin Wells as the third man. Bives of Harry Lime. The fabulous stories of the immortal character originally created in the motion picture The Third Man with Zoota music by Anton Karras. That was the shot that killed Harry Lime. He died in a sewer beneath Vienna. As those of you know who saw the movie The Third Man. He has

that was the end of Harry Lime. But it was not the beginning. Harry Lime had many lives. I can recount all of them. How do I know? Very simple. Because my name is Harry Nein.

I was a poet, but he was so wrong. Poets are always singing about daffodils and brooks and skylocks and the women they're faithful to in their fashion. I sort of marry with walls. If I sang it all, it would sing about money and the women I'd know. But in an offbeat rhythm, money and women, some of them go together and need as much use without the others. It's

not the stuff that Harry Lyon sings about. Those are the themes to which he dances in life's ballet, sometimes pleasant occasionally, a little painful. Like that time in Tehran. As Harry Lime, the third man in every frame has a silver lining.

I was some years ago, I just come there and I was pretty sure that in a country with all that oil and all that intrigue with so many people playing the game of Empire Building and Empire Busting I could promote something that suited my special talents.

I was walking along the street when I heard some shouting. Small frightened man out of breath and frantic king. We're wielding around the corner and piled into me head on. Hey, hey there. What's the... where's the fuck there?