The Tramp Page #8

Ms Rita has tried her best

to save me from being hanged

And not only in this particular case;

in my personal life too

In my defense, I wish to say nothing.

I am evil

I've been a vagabond ever since

I was a child

I'm a murderer, a criminal

You may punish me as you please.

But sin, crime, hatred and violence...

this vicious circle that holds

your society in a vice-grip...

do you think it can be broken

by hanging me?

I don't want to tell you

the story of my life

But all I want to say is, I did not

inherit crime from my parents

From that gutter full of filth

that flows beside my shanty...

I picked up crime. That gutter

is still flowing over

And the virus still breeds

And countless children who live

in those slums...

are falling prey to the virus

every day

Do not think of me. Those children

are the ones you must care for

You must care for your children

Lest come the day when...

yours...

and yours...

and yours...

and your son too stands

in these docks to reiterate...

that it's an honest father's blood

that flows in my veins

Time was when I was an innocent boy,

just like your sons

Like all mothers, my mother too

wove a golden dream for me

She would say, "My son will grow up

to become a lawyer"

"Then he will become a magistrate.

And then, a judge... like his father"

I know the verdict that this court

is about to give

And I'm willing to suffer any sentence.

For my sins, this is atonement

But I await the decision

from yet another quarter

I want to know Judge Raghunath,

what says your heart?

What says your heart?

Has the Judge come to see his convict?

A father...

who is guilty

Guilty? You?

Yes.

Tomorrow, the law might

pronounce you guilty

But in the eyes of God,

I am the one who is guilty

Are you weeping?

Yes, for the father who found his son,

and yet he has lost him

For the husband who forced his wife

to become a widow

For society, where poverty

breeds crime

For the son who is orphaned

though his father is alive

For the child who goes through life

looking for someone...

who will call him "Son"

Son

Raj, son of Judge Raghunath,

you have been proved guilty...

of trying to assassinate

your father, Judge Raghunath

But in the light of the strange and

unfortunate circumstances your life...

which your counsel Ms Rita

has presented...

you are sentenced to only three years

of rigorous imprisonment

Crying?

You silly girl

Silly girls never cry

At this rate, how are you

going to practice?

What use is the practice, Raj?

I wasn't able to save you

No Rita, this penance

is very important for me

Only after I've been through this,

will I be worthy of you

With you beside me,

I can go through anything

I will become an honest man

Everyone will say I'm a good man

I will read, I will write

And just like Ma used to say,

first I'll become a lawyer...

then a magistrate

And then, a judge

Last night I saw a judge.

I'll become a judge

You won't call me a savage anymore,

will you?

I will. You savage!

Time up

Come on

Keep this

It's your gift

Don't worry. I didn't steal it

I just smuggled it in

Not your fault, Rita.

It's just the way I look

Three years isn't too long, Raj.

I'll wait for you

I'll wait for you!

- Don't cry

Number 308... move it

I should be leaving

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