The Cat's-Paw
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- 1934
- 102 min
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Do we take the boat
from there, Daddy?
Yes, my son...
and all the way
across the Pacific Ocean.
That's China, isn't it?
Yes. Sheng Tu
is a little village...
far in the interior.
Miles from the railroad even.
We'll have to travel by ox cart.
Daddy,
aren't we nearly there?
I think so, my son.
You must have patience.
Are you all right, my dear?
A little tired, Julian.
The trip has been so long.
Yes. Stockport
seems a long way off now.
The mission... our new home.
Welcome to Sheng Tu, Mr. Cobb.
Thank you, sir.
This is Mrs. Cobb, my wife.
How do you do, Mrs. Cobb?
May I present you to
my venerable friend Keen Lung?
How do you do, sir?
And this I presume is
the successor to my successor?
My son Ezekiel.
I'm glad to meet you, sir.
You, too.
A cordial greeting,
my worthy friend.
Thank you, sir.
Isn't that funny writing?
Our native language,
my young missionary.
- May I have it?
- Ezekiel!
Oh, I shall be honored...
if he would accept it as a gift.
Thank you, sir!
As he ripens in years,
he will learn from it.
The wisdom of Ling Po...
our great poet and philosopher.
You are very kind, sir.
Now, if you will enter
the mission...
I will introduce you
to your future friends.
It would be a privilege, sir.
Hello.
What?
You'll have to talk
a little slower.
I guess I just don't understand.
Ohh, I see!
I have told them
that Ezekiel is leaving...
and they grieve exceedingly.
Yes. I've just bid him
Godspeed on his journey...
and in a few minutes
he will be gone.
It is well, honorable sir.
The separation must be borne
in fairness to the boy.
True, but I'm worried.
You see, he hasn't been
out of this little village...
in over 20 years.
Ah, but he is well-versed
in languages and the classics.
He is educated.
As a Chinese gentleman, yes...
but he knows
nothing of the world.
Then this trip to America
will broaden his education.
It will fit him
even more eminently to return...
and continue
your missionary work among us.
It's always been my ambition...
for him to perpetuate
this mission.
To do that, he must marry.
Therefore a visit
to America is necessary...
for him to find a mother
for his children.
I realize that.
And he has promised
to return as soon as...
I must give him this
to mail in San Francisco.
It's a letter to the Reverend
Junius P. Withers...
of our parent church
in Stockport.
I'm sure that he will welcome
Ezekiel as a guest.
Good-bye, my son.
May God be with you.
Good-bye!
Good-bye, my son!
Good-bye!
Read all about it!
Death in the penthouse!
Pardon me, sir.
May I humbly inquire
the direction...
to the First Church
of Stockport?
The first church? Sure.
Just grab yourself a bus...
and hop over to the music box
on 31st street.
You know, where the red-hot
babies are playing?
You'll find it easy.
Just buzz any flatfoot
on the beat.
He'll serve you the dope.
You got me? OK.
Extra! Read all about it!
Big love murder!
Murder for love!
Extra! Murder for love!
Murder for love! Extra!
What are you talkin' about?
Read all about it!
Playboy graft! Extra!
Extra! Read all about it!
Uh, pardon me, sir.
I seem to be in a predicament.
You see, I'd like to get to
the First Church of Stockport.
Well, ain't this
the joint you want?
Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.
That was most kind of you.
Want me to wait?
Oh, no. I'm to be a guest of
the Reverend Junius P. Withers.
You see, this is the parent
church of my father's mission.
Think of that.
For what reason?
Once more?
my father's mission?
I'll bite. Why?
Well... I enjoyed
our little ride exceedingly.
to pay you for
the use of your conveyance?
I'll say I will. 2 bucks.
Bucks?
Couldn't I pay you in dollars?
Sure.
Just give me $3.00
and we'll call it square.
Thank you.
Hey, buddy!
There's a dollar for yourself...
for pickin' an honest guy
out of a bunch of crooks.
Ha ha ha!
Ah ha ha ha!
Oh, pardon me.
Will you kindly convey
to your master...
We don't want any.
Well!
Pardon me.
I don't think you understand.
I wish to see
the Reverend Junius P. Withers!
You can't. He's busy.
But I'm Ezekiel Cobb.
I've just arrived
From China!
China!
- Huh?
- China!
China?
Yes. He's expecting me.
Well, I'll tell him.
Come in.
There's a man outside
selling china.
Says you're expecting him.
China? Ridiculous.
Yes, sir.
Do you want to see him?
Certainly not. I'm busy.
Mr. Withers says
he's too busy to see you.
Oh, but there must be
some mistake!
He don't want to see you!
Oh, I'm afraid
this is my last attempt...
Oh ho!
I'm not as young
as I used to be.
Oh, forget it.
Why, say, it wouldn't be
an election...
if you weren't
running on our ticket.
Why, say,
I really have a chance...
to be elected this time,
don't you think?
- Why, sure you have.
- Yeah?
Anyway,
we'll know by Tuesday night.
Yeah. Well, good day, Mr. Mayo.
So long. See you tomorrow.
Hello, Jake.
- Hello, Pete.
- How are you?
Hey, if you're waiting
for a parade, there ain't none.
Were you addressing me?
Say, what's the big idea?
I have no ideas.
In fact, I'm quite bewildered.
Now, don't get gay with me.
Sir, I'm far from gay.
Now, listen...
Now, keep
your shirt on, Pete.
Where you from, son?
China.
China? You mean
where the laundrymen come from?
Yes.
Well, what brought you
to Stockport?
I was born here.
Uh-huh. Hometown boy, eh?
Any friends here?
Well, uh... no.
But I have a letter
to Tien Wang...
a Chinese gentleman.
I'm sure he'll welcome me
as a guest.
Say, that ain't right.
White man coming back here,
no place to go but a Chink's?
Oh, but it's the Chinese...
that defrayed
the expenses of my trip.
What, from China?
Oh, yes! The celestial
Keen Lung sent me...
to his gracious friend
Lee Wong in Shanghai...
who sent me to the worthy
Ma Sing in San Francisco...
who sent me to
the venerable Fu Chi...
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You mean,
they sort of passed you along...
from one to the other?
Yes, you see, Fi Chu
is a friend of Ma Sing...
and Ma Sing
was a friend of Lee Wong...
If the Chinks
can do that for you...
I guess an Irishman
can stake you...
to a flop and a boiled egg.
Call a taxi, Pete.
We'll fix him up at Mrs. Noon's.
Well, I'm most grateful, sir...
but, you see,
I have a little money.
Oh. Well, you might just as well
put up at the boarding house.
It's better than any joint
you'll find over in Chinatown.
You don't need any ready cash?
Oh, no, thank you.
You see, I have here
a parting gift...
from the good Keen Lung.
Gold?!
Holy cats, shut the lid!
You say a Chinaman
gave you that?
Well, yes.
There is a great friendship...
between my father and Keen Lung.
Well, I'll say there was.
And I thought the Irish
were generous.
Well, here's your cab, son.
Jump in.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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