The Tramp Page #3

Synopsis: Charlie is a tramp on the road. A hobo manages to exchange Charlie's sandwich for a brick so Charlie must eat grass. The same hobo molests a farmer's daughter; Charlie comes to aid with the help of the brick. When two more hobos show up Charlie throws all three into a lake. The grateful girl takes Charlie home where he fails as a farmhand. He again helps drive off the hobos (who are now trying to break into the house). The girl's fiance arrives. Though a hero, Charlie, knowing he must go, writes a farewell note and leaves for the open road.
Genre: Comedy, Short
Director(s): Charles Chaplin
Production: Essanay
 
IMDB:
7.1
TV-G
Year:
1915
26 min
122 Views


destroy a friendship...

between two innocent children?

Why, what has the poor child done...

to bring you to harm?

Not this boy. But it was...

someone like him who destroyed my life

...and brought me to disgrace

Maybe today, he too says

what this boy just said...

"I'm only my mother's son

...I have no father"

In every urchin I see him...

the one whom my wife bore,

the one who isn't mine

My wife's, yet not mine

Rita looks good in that photo,

doesn't she?

But Ma, why do you work so hard?

This is why you fall ill

I'm not going to let you work

anymore, you understand?

You mad boy! If I don't work,

how are we going to eat?

I'm a man. I'm the one

who is going to work

From tomorrow,

no going to school!

You won't go to school?

Won't you?

How will you become a gentleman,

unless you educate yourself?

Wayward imp!

Without schooling, how can you become

a lawyer, a magistrate, a judge?

If you say so, I'll go to school

...and I'll work too

But I won't become a judge.

At Rita's I met a judge

I didn't like him

"Are you out for a good time?"

"Hey Mister, Hey Babu,

Hey Mr. White, Mr. Black"

"Out on the streets

we're waiting for you"

"We, the merry boot-polish boys"

Good morning, teacher.

Sorry, I'm late

I work, you know. I work

What's all this?

Brush, wax... I give you a good polish

Your name has been struck

from the rolls

What?

- You can't study here anymore.

But I've brought the fees too! If you

say so, I'll stop polishing boots

So I can't study here any longer,

can I?

No

For a minute, can I talk to Rita?

I have a gift for her

Rita's father has transferred her

out of this school. They have moved

Why did you kick my ball?

Forgive me, I stepped on it

by mistake

How dare a boot-polish-boy?

- Hit him!

You're just a boot-polish boy.

You dare take me on?

Hit him!

His coat... strip him!

Hit him!

My Ma is ill.

Let me go to my Ma

You can hit me some other time.

My Ma is ill. Let me go to my Ma

Your Ma is ill?

- Yes

His Ma is ill!

Run! Uncle Jagga is here! Run!

Get up. Come with me

Where to?

Wherever I go. From now on,

you go wherever I go

That's what your father wanted

You know my father?

- Yes

I knew him

Whatever I am today,

is all thanks to him

I owe your Dad an old debt

Then you'll surely help me

find a job somewhere?

Job? What job?

- Whatever! I'll do anything!

My Ma is sick! We haven't anything

to eat! Give me any job!

I'll clean the dishes, sweep floors,

carry luggage... I'll do anything!

Just give me a job! Give me a job!

You fool! Only fools work

You're a smart boy.

And you talk of working?

Unless I work, how will I eat?

How will I feed my mother?

Steal

Steal?

Stealing... no!

Yes, yes, yes!

Steal! Steal! Steal!

Pick pockets, locks,

rob, kill

You took so long, son

You've been hungry all day.

Go on, eat food

Food? Have you cooked?

- Yes, why not?

It's over there, under the plate

The bread is warm.

I even cooked potatoes

Take some. It's on the shelf

Have you found it?

Yes Ma, I found it

The bread, and potatoes too

The potatoes are delicious

Eat it then. Give me a bread too.

I'm very hungry

Very hungry

Bread...?

Yes, Ma. I'll get it right now

Right now

"Yes, yes, yes!

Steal! Steal! Steal!"

"Pick pockets, locks,

rob, kill"

You thief!

Stealing bread?

- Excuse me, my Ma is hungry

She hasn't had anything to eat

in three days

Son of a gun! Off you go to the cops!

What's your name?

I asked you what's your name

Father's name?

Ma has never told me

my father's name

Where does your mother live?

I asked you where your mother lives

I won't tell you. I won't

If you don't, who pays for your bail?

You'll go to jail. You know that?

Where are you running?

- Don't send me to jail!

My Ma is hungry.

Don't send me to jail!

Afraid, son? Don't be.

This is just your first step

The road ahead is very long

Hey, are you mad?

Why are you laughing at your bread?

This bread...

you know this bread?

She makes you dance

What do you mean?

- She made me dance!

Outside the jail twelve years ago,

had I found her...

would I be here time and again,

for her sake?

You've had enough for free.

Come on, the jailer is calling you

Your time's up. Find yourself

some other hotel

Time up?

- Yes

I don't think I like the food here

anyway. From now on...

it's Hotel Taj Mahal for me

If you want to eat at

the Taj Mahal Hotel, stop thieving

Stop picking pockets

And do some honest work

- Sure. I'm going on a pilgrimage.

"I'm a tramp"

"Whether I'm rising or falling,

I'm always a star"

"I have no family, no home"

"I have no one who loves me"

"I don't have a lover waiting for me

across some river"

"For me the city is empty city

The unknown path is all I love"

"I'm a tramp"

"I'm not rich"

"I'd rather stay a pauper"

"But the songs I sing

are merry songs"

"My heart is full of wounds"

"But my eyes are always

full of smiles"

"Oh this world"

"In this world, maybe I'm doomed"

"I'm a tramp"

"But whether I'm rising or I'm falling,

I'm always a star"

Raj! You had me scared

Come on, give me a hug

Hey, are you talking English?

- This time in jail...

I came across one of the politicos.

I thought I'd make the most of it

And got to talk some English.

I could use it

Tell me, what news of Ma?

You told her, didn't you?

Yes, a long time ago. She thinks

you're away on a long business trip...

with your boss. When you go home,

you must go home in style

I have it all fixed.

- First, tell me...

have you been sending money to Ma?

- Of course! On the 1st of every month!

Say, you'd need some money,

wouldn't you? Keep this

Looking for this thing?

I guessed it was for me.

So why not take it for myself?

Want a ten or a twenty? No...?

Bravo, my boy! You'll make

your guru proud someday

And someday, I'll ask your father what

the gentleman's son grows up to be

Raj, I've been dying to see you!

This time, it has been a whole year!

Where has this boss of yours

been taking you to?

This time, I've been

to London and more

London?

On my way back, I even stopped

at Arthur Road

My boss is into import and export.

- What's that?

You don't know import-export?

You're so naive

Your son is about to become a big

businessman, and you don't know...

what import-export is?

Listen to this, Ma

import-export means moving the money

between here and there

But mostly, it comes in this way

How would I know?

You've even started talking English

Sit, I'll get tea for you

What are you looking at?

I'm a thief

A lying thief

I've sinned

Why did you turn that photo over?

Whenever I look at it,

she seems to be staring at me

She brings back childhood memories.

Why don't you admit that?

Where could she be now?

Why don't you try to locate her?

Childhood days, and childhood friends

...do they ever come back, Ma?

I'm going out

- But your tea?

Forget it. I've got to see a friend

My son he is! Silly boy!

"This is a colorful season"

"Men think it's exciting

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Khwaja Ahmad Abbas

Khwaja Ahmad Abbas (7 June 1914 – 1 June 1987), popularly known as K. A. Abbas, was an Indian film director, screenwriter, novelist, and a journalist in the Urdu, Hindi and English languages. He won four National Film Awards in India. As a director and screenwriter, Khwaja Ahmad Abbas is considered one of the pioneers of Indian parallel or neo-realistic cinema, and as a screenwriter he is also known for writing Raj Kapoor's best films.As a director, he made a number of important Hindi-Urdu films. Dharti Ke Lal (1946), about the Bengal famine of 1943, was one of Indian cinema's first social-realist films, and opened up the overseas market for Indian films in the Soviet Union. Pardesi (1957) was nominated for the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival. Shehar Aur Sapna (1963) won the National Film Award for Best Feature Film, while Saat Hindustani (1969) and Do Boond Pani (1972) both won the National Film Awards for Best Feature Film on National Integration. As a screenwriter, he penned a number of neo-realistic films, such as Dharti Ke Lal (which he directed), Neecha Nagar (1946) which won the Palme d'Or at the first Cannes Film Festival, Naya Sansar (1941), Jagte Raho (1956), and Saat Hindustani (which he also directed). He is also known for writing the best of Raj Kapoor's films, including the Palme d'Or nominated Awaara (1951), as well as Shree 420 (1955), Mera Naam Joker (1970), Bobby (1973) and Henna (1991).His column ‘Last Page’ holds the distinction of being one of the longest-running columns in the history of Indian journalism. The column began in 1935, in The Bombay Chronicle, and moved to the Blitz after the Chronicle's closure, where it continued until his death in 1987. He was awarded the Padma Shri by the Government of India in 1969. more…

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