Synopsis: Chaplin's final American film tells the story of a fading music hall comedian's effort to help a despondent ballet dancer learn both to walk and feel confident about life again. The highlight of the film is the classic duet with Chaplin's only real artistic film comedy rival, Buster Keaton.
Genre: Drama, Music, Romance
Director(s): Charles Chaplin
Production: Criterion Collection
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 4 wins & 4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
137 min

Mrs. Alsop's out!

Mrs. Alsop's out!

- Did you turn off the gas?|- What gas?

- Which is her room?|- Er, this one.

We must move her.|Where's the landlady?

- Not home.|- Where's your room?

Two floors up.

Take her shoulders,|I'll take her feet.

Come on, Miss.

Pick up my bag.

Sorry,|you'll have to do that yourself.

Open the windows.|She needs lots of fresh air.

So do I.

- Shall I call an ambulance?|- No time.

She needs an emetic first.|Glass of water, please.

Here it is.

I need 2 quarts of warm water|and some towels.

Towels, coming up.

You found this bottle|clutched in her hand?

Certainly did, from your dispensary.

I see.|How long have you known this girl?

About five minutes.

She'll need looking after|for a couple of days.

- How about the ambulance?|- It isn't necessary now.

She's out of danger.

Besides, sending her to a hospital|would start an inquiry.

And attempted suicide means jail.

However, in a couple of days|she'll be fully recovered.

Meanwhile, let her rest quietly.

If she's thirsty|give her orange juice.

And tomorrow,|if she has an appetite

a little chicken broth,|but no tinned food.

Now, if you'll be at my dispensary|in ten minutes

I'll have a prescription for you.

- For me?|- No. For her, of course.


Where am I?

In my room.|I live two floors above you.

What happened?

I came home this evening and|smelled gas coming from your room

so I broke in the door,|called a doctor,

and together we brought you here.

Why didn't you let me die?

What's your hurry?

Are you in pain?

That's all that matters.|The rest is fantasy.

Billions of years it's taken|to evolve human consciousness

and you want to wipe it out.

Wipe out the miracle|of all existence.

More important than anything|in the whole universe!

What can the stars do?

Nothing...|but sit on their axis!

And the sun,

shooting flames 280,000 miles high...

So what?

Wasting all its natural resources.

Can the sun think? Is it conscious?

No, but you are!

Pardon me, my mistake.

Here you are, and there you go!

Well, bless me. Heavens alive!

Look at that. Look at me door!

House breaking, that's what it is!

I suppose she's taken her things.|She'll go to jail for this.

I knew she was no good.

That quiet type.

Still waters that run deep|usually stink!

That's funny,|she hasn't taken a thing.

And she won't, either.

Not until she's paid 4 weeks rent.

Smashing in a door!

Nice festivities|going on behind my back!

Well, she's out now|and she'll stay out!

Mr. Calvero! Oh Mr. Calvero!

Is that you, Mr. Calvero?

Your laundry.|I was about to leave it on your bed.

Just a moment!

Hold it, hold it!

Hold everything!

You dropped these.

And here's your oranges.

Thank you.

So this is|how she spends her evenings.

You take your hands off me!

What's she doing in your room?

The opposite of what you think.

I'd like to know|who smashed in the door downstairs.

- I did.|- You did!

You have a leaking gas pipe.

I have a what?

I mean that room|has a leaking gas pipe.

There's something fishy about this.

- Who is she anyway?|- You ought to know by now.

Came six weeks ago.|Said she was a working girl.

That's what they all say.|Why are you so interested?

The girl tried to kill herself.

Took poison, turned on the gas.|I came home just in time.

I'll call the police|and get an ambulance.

It'll be in all the papers.|You don't want that.

She's not staying where she is.

My good woman, I don't want her!|Let her go back to her room.

I should say not.|Besides, it's rented.

You can't throw her into the street!

She's not going back|to her own room.

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