Original subtitles

Stina! Come over here a minute.

Rasmus and the Vagabond (1981)

Now, now. Let's calm down a bit!

Boiled porridge... Yesterday it was fried porridge. Talk about progress.

- Wonder what kind we're getting tomorrow? - Burned porridge, perhaps.

- Be grateful for the food you get. - Sigh. We always have to be grateful.

That's right, Anna.

Gunnar!

In Jesus' name at table have a seat, may our Lord bless the cra.. food we eat.

Amen.

Rasmus! You're late as always!

You know what I think of children who are always late.

Go and find your seat.

This afternoon there is a couple coming to pick one of you to bring home.

How nice it would be if you could all stay calm, so we wouldn't be ashamed.

- Who is coming? - A rich shopkeeper who has a huge shop.

Rasmus, the guy is a shopkeeper with a store filled with candy. He's childless.

- If they would only pick me! - They always pick girls with curly hair.

Is there nobody out there who wants a boy with unruly hair?

- They only want girls with curls. - I really want to be in a shop.

We two could be in charge of the caramel section!

Go have a scrub! I won't bother to wash myself. It's no use.

- But there are important people coming! - Do you think they will inspect my ears?

"How clean his ears are! This is the boy we've got to have!"

- I don't feel like washing either. - But I'll do it, just in case!

Well, if you are going to be in charge of the caramel department.

I'll help you.

- You're not really mad, are you? - No, but I'll get you back!

Rasmus!

I don't have time for you now, but we'll get back to this, trust me!

- He'll get a hell of a beating! - Help...

Well, well...

Your button, Elof!

It seems I always have to be ashamed of you.

Welcome!

- Rasmus! Where have you been? - In the john.

(Children laughing)

So your name is Rasmus? Hello!

Remember to bow when you greet someone.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What do you say now? Don't they always pick the girls with curly hair?

We should find some parents ourselves.

I've made up my mind. I will escape tonight. Will you come along?

- Aw, why would you want to run away? - I'm fed up with this old orphanage.

Go ahead then, but I'm not coming.

Are you going to stay here until the moss grows on you?

- We'll talk about that when you return. - I'm not returning.

But who'll be my buddy, then?

Gunnar, you'll come with me, won't you?

Gunnar...

Albin, is it true that you have royal blood in your veins? Tell us!

Yes, when I was a cute little baby, I was kidnapped.

When I grow up, I'll return to the kingdom of my rich father.

Everybody who has been kind to me will be getting expensive gifts.

What am I getting? Peter, you're getting a steam engine!

Everyone who has been kind to me will receive nice stuff.

I'll give you... a tin soldier. Maybe.

And what are you thinking of giving me?

- Gunnar... - I don't dare run away.

(yawning)

Ohhh...

Night and day...

...and the worst...

...and the worst are the mornings.

Hi, kid! Why do you look so scared?

Do you think I eat kids?

What kind of brat are you?

- Rasmus. - Rasmus?

- Have you run away from home? - Not from home.

Come here and let me have a look at you.

Come on!

I told you I don't eat kids.

If that was the case, I'd have to be darned hungry.

Have you run away too, mister?

Don't "mister" me - my name is Oskar.

The Celestial Hobo and God's own cuckoo, that's who I am.

And I certainly have run away from home.

- How come you are God's own cuckoo? - Well, somebody has to be.

Our good Lord must have wanted there to be hobos, since he created them.

I guess you only eat gruel with raisins for breakfast?

- This ordinary grub wouldn't suit you? - Yes, please, if you have enough for two.

Certainly. Not all farm ladies are stingy.

The one who gave me this must have known that I was meeting you.

Do you always bring along your accordion when you are wandering?

I'd starve without it. I play for my living, you see.

(Sings) Sad things happened once upon a time...

And then the women weep and I get some pocket change.

I'd like to be a celestial hobo and stroll around singing, too.

Kids like you shouldn't be hobos. They should be at home with mom and dad.

I don't have a mom and dad. I'm looking around for some.

- For what? - For somebody who wants me.

Maybe you'll find someone. Just keep looking. Bye, kid.

(Whistles)

Oskar, can't I join you on the road?

No, no, I can't have a kid tagging along after me!

- Please Oskar! - No, no...

- Where do you come from? - The orphanage... Vasterhaga. I won't go back.

Why did you run away, then? Had you done something wrong?

- Maybe you had stolen something? - Yes...

Well, so you're that sort of kid!

If you steal when you're on the road, it's all over.

Then the police are all over you before you have the time to sneeze.

So long!

- What was it that you stole? - A heel of stale bread.

A heel of stale bread! What a bandit!

- Can I be a cuckoo like you? - Methinks yes, said the guy with his head under his arm.

(Sings) I am so very glad today, strolling around, feeling so gay...

Could easily kiss twenty girls without losing my breath...

How madly in love I am today C'mon girl, come and roll in the hay...

I'll carry you with me soon; we will only be seen by the moon...

- How wonderful, to have a mother like that! - Well, yes, that would be something!

(Sings) On a little beech by a lonely beach

a little bird once sang many a fine tune...

And I listened to the musical woo...

And he sang once more...

Here you are.

Thank you, ma'am! Thank you, thank you!

This mark is a sign to other hobos who may be passing later.

It means, "Nothing to get here."

(Sings) Now it's summer, it's sun. The cows have left some dung.

The old hag is having some fun. Stuffing her mouth with cookies.

Come here, little chick, come to me. And I will throw some cow dung on thee.

Come and start up the chase; When you have wiped the dung off your face.

No money, only some lousy cookies. Not much of a dinner.

I wish that we would find someone rich and beautiful.

- I hope you find that soon. - You want to get rid of me, right?

(Motor)

Liander, give that boy some change. You should be kind to the poor.

- I don't have any small change. - Well, next time, then!

Next time will be better, said the guy who soiled himself.

Brrr!

Close the door!

There's an old nightshirt in there. Take that.

Brrr! And I am also starving.

Well, maybe you should have just stayed at the orphanage!

What business did you have to go out on the road?

- You want to ditch me, don't you? - If I do, I'll let you know.

Make sure that the fire doesn't go out.

Kids like you shouldn't be wandering on the road!

- Where are you going? - To America!

To get some peace and quiet; but after a while, I'll be back!

- Have you stolen them? - Stolen... No...

You said that the police would be on your back before you can sneeze...

Did I? How wise I am.

But I can't let a kid starve because of that, or because it pleases the sheriff.

(plays the harmonica)

(Sings) Stupid little Manne, he cooked some paste...

He told Manne's mother, the whole family should taste.

The boy cooked paste in plenty. It was enough for more than twenty.

Said the mother to Manne, Who would cook more paste?

- Do you want one? - Beautiful music...

...fills me more than eggs do.

(Sings) Then there was little Stine...

No it wasn't. It was little... Saga.

She was putting Bart to bed...

But Saga wasn't smart, Cause Bart he left a fart...

You must expect that children will leave a fart when put to bed...

Said the mother to Saga, who was putting Bart to bed.

I can't eat more than two eggs.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Won't you take this one?

(Laughs)

No, kids like you shouldn't be wandering on the road.

(Sings) Here comes a hobo man whose hat is aslant.

Here comes a hobo man Whose hat is aslant.

And on this hobo's side There is a little ant.

And on this hobo's side There is a little ant.

This little hobo just joined in on the chant.

- Come! - Thanks for the ride!

Shall we buy something? Do you like caramels?

Everybody likes caramels, but I don't have any money.

Have I been travelling with a millionaire without knowing it?

May I sit with you?

Hi.

Well, let's see which one I should pick.

You can take them all. I want you to.

No, one should always share. One of them will do.

Oskar, I think we should save those other caramels.

Exactly. Challenges may occur in life...

...when it is good to have a caramel to comfort oneself with.

Oskar! How much you get to see when you are on the road.

Poor devils who have to march all day. Let's cheer them up.

At Eksjo the girls dance all night, And all the guys pick up a fight.

At Hultsfred beach the dames will tease Every soldier who is on his knees.

(Soldiers sing) Adulating adelideli. Adelittan adelideli.

Aderallalla aderallalla. Adelittan adelidela.

Listen to this city song. I keep on singing all night long.

It sounds just like a sharpened knife. Let's all dance with the butcher's wife.

Adelittan adelideli. Adelittan adelideli.

Aderallalla aderallalla. Adelittan adelidela.

Good day, ma'am.

You wouldn't happen to have a bite for me and my little pal?

Oskar again... What are you doing back here so soon?

- You got a slice of meat from me last time. - Well, yes, but I survived anyway...

Who is this little guy?

It's a heathen child that I have taken care of.

We are searching for a Christian home for him.

Madam couldn't use another little heathen, could she?

Heathen yourself.

Chop some wood, and I'll get you something to eat.

Chop wood... Couldn't I play you a tune instead?

Thanks, but I'll do fine without the tune.

Chop wood... Can we see the menu before we accept?

Out to the wood stack, and no loitering!

Oh boy, there have been plenty of hobos chopping here before me.

I get into a bad mood whenever I see a wood stack.

Oskar, you are really a lazy guy.

It's only that I am content with very little--when it comes to work.

- Has nobody ever given you a proper job? - Yes, that has happened.

But for the most part people are kind to me.

When I work, I really work so hard that it's a sin.

I chop so fast that the logs fill the air!

People keep a distance. I have to put up a sign:

"Warning: Logs are flying. "

So nobody can say that I don't know how to work.

The only thing is, I make too modest demands when I do work.

People have this strange idea that one should always work.

I don't understand any of that.

Neither did I when I was at Vasterhaga.

No, but try to understand now. Here is the axe!

Go on!

Work hard! Like I always do!

(Sings) Lazy little Ottar, oh he was chopping wood.

But instead he chopped some water, just as fast as he could.

Little child who chopped so long, What is this wood you bring along?

Said the mother to Ottar, Who was cutting wood,

Oh... Tiresome stuff, ma'am.

But now you should have wood for four or five years.

Scram!

Ah, herrings and warm potatoes, that's the stuff.

Ham is good.

Oh, yes, ham is also great, gramps.

- He's too young to be on the road. - But it won't last long.

As a matter of fact, he is going to see his mother and father. In Minnesota.

In Northern America. People there live like millionaires.

Of course, the lady knows all about that.

And in Minnesota, they have plenty of ham.

Ham is good.

Oskar.

When will you let me know?

Let you know what?

- What? - When I'll have to leave you.

I can't just leave you when I don't know if you have someplace to live.

What are you laughing at?

I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat.

"I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat." Are you making songs?

Do you know what he ate? He ate only herring and potatoes.

- Cats don't eat herrings and potatoes! - Well, my cat did.

(Sings) I dreamt that I had...

(plays the harmonica)

(Sings) I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat.

That...

And he only ate herrings and potatoes! That's almost a song.

Yes, it's a song. Listen...

(plays the accordion)

(Sings) I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat.

And he only ate potatoes and herring!

Believe it if you will, That puss sure had a thrill,

Eating potatoes and herring.

- Oh, I like you so much, Oskar! - And you sing really well.

(Sings) I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat,

And he wagged his tail in the dance,

Well, believe it or not, but these kittens are hot,

when it comes to making romance.

I dreamt that I sat in a flat with a cat.

Oh, how it hissed when I rose.

Believe it or not, but it hurt me a lot,

when that cat bit off my nose.

(Song and music)

- So much money! - That's the workers' salaries.

Look how she counts, the pretty thing.

- I like money, but I've never had any. - Me neither.

Some people would do anything for money. Don't you end up like that!

Well if it isn't that vagabond Oskar?! Are you out strolling again?

- Got yourself a kid in your old days? - Sort of! Say hello, Rasmus.

That's Sju-Attan. And that's Lice-snatcher over there.

And this is Summer-Jocke and Lill-Parke.

- This one is unknown to me. - Rosasco Seramonsky.

Wanders the face of the earth and has seen better days. Your humble servant.

- What's it called? - Pretty Polly.

She has seen better days, too.

But she can still pick a fortune ticket for you, my friend.

Here you are.

Your servant.

Let's see if you are lucky or not.

"Follow your path without fear."

"You will meet challenges, but they will only be temporary."

"Your path will be long with many gates blocking the way..."

"...you will have to open them before you can reach the goal..."

"...that Destiny has chosen for you."

"...many gates blocking the way."

Doesn't it say that I'll get that cat I’ve been dreaming of?

Yes, here it says: "And you'll meet a cat on your path."

Are you happy? Go and rest over there.

- I have to go out first. - Yes, let's go and piss, both of us.

Good night... dummies!

See that? There is something rotten going on.

What shall we do, Oskar?

- Good lord! - Get the police!

Good, let's not get mixed up with this.

When you're a bum, you have to keep at a mile's distance from the law.

Let's get out of here in a jiffy!

Yes, Andersson! There's one!

You over there!

- What? What is it? - You'll know soon enough.

- Don't move! - Come here!

- Okay, but won't you tell me why? - All tramps are to be interrogated.

Here I lay sleeping innocently like a bride, and then you come busting in...

...and wake me up like this.

- Is this the way to treat people? - Quiet, or you'll get cuffed.

- Are you going to town? Can I come along? - Sure.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

- Do you know where the sheriff lives? - I'll show you.

- The king is coming today. - To see the sheriff?

- To town, to open the railway. - The real king?

Do I look like two masked men to you?

Tramps always get blamed for everything!

- What did you do on Thursday? - I ate peaches and ham.

That's all?

I mean, is that all you did on Thursday?

I certainly didn't dress up as two masked guys and steal money.

I never stole a cent; the sheriff can drink poison if he doesn’t believe that.

Well, maybe not drink it, but he can jump up and sit on it.

We'll let vagabond Oskar go, then. This time.

Yes, I guess it's a mitigating circumstance...

...that I'm as innocent as a bride.

Well, let's say goodbye for now.

Excuse me! The gentleman forgot his hat! That left you speechless, right?

And here I thought you had gone off tramping by yourself.

No, I'm not that petty. Want a caramel?

"What did Oskar do on Thursday?" Go to hell!

It's a challenge, like it was described in the fortune ticket.

- Oh, the hunger is setting in. - Go steal some eggs, then!

Now I'm gonna boil my pal! For ten minutes!

Here you see, here there is money for a tramp...

...because there is no woman more generous than Mrs. Hedberg.

(Sings) Why should people fuss and fight?

Why should we all get fried?

Why should people suffer all night?

Just to please each others' pride?

Here you are. Mrs. Hedberg isn't well today.

A penny... Where are you heading, miss?

I'm going to see the king. But go ahead and play.

I usually get 10 cents from Mrs. Hedberg. That girl must have taken the rest.

Let's play anyway to cheer her up.

(Sings) The man said to his old lady, Won't you put a patch...

on my bum, on my bum, put a patch on my bum.

Have you heard the terrible news?

It's all true: The king of America just...

got shot, shot to pieces. Tjolahopp tjang tjong faderalla la...

- Rasmus! - When the king of America...

There's the little gate boy again.

Now you can give him something, Liander. We have money now.

You, come over here!

It pays to be polite and open the gate for prominent people.

Is all this for me? Thank you so much.

Promise me to be hard-working and behave.

And to be honest and clean.

That way you'll get far. As far as him, maybe.

O, King Rasmus the First...

The train is coming!

(song) Deep from the heart of the Swedish people,

a simple and unified song arises

to reach the king.

Be faithful to him and his kin.

Make the crown easy on his head,

And put all your faith on him.

You, peace loving people,

Your majesty, ladies and gentlemen!

Look, Oskar, that's Gunnar and the whole gang from Vasterhaga!

...to the unveiling of another link...

...of the band of steel that is tying our country together.

Where the iron horse makes its way...

...there is a fruitful place for industry...

- Lice-snatcher, are you here too? - I have been questioned by the police.

...between city and country, from mountain to mountain...

Hi!

...from coast to coast...

Did you say that we were in Sando that Thursday night?

Well, yes, in passing. Since I had spent the whole afternoon there myself.

- I couldn't deny it. - You didn't say that I was there too?

- I may have mentioned it in passing. - Seems you mentioned a lot.

What was I to do?

Rasmus! Let's go. Lice-snatcher talks too much. Get some food.

Gunnar! Gunnar! Bye!

Four cheers for King Gustav V! Long may he live!

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

(singing national anthem) Thou ancient, thou freeborn, thou mountainous North,

In beauty and peace our hearts beguiling...

The girl didn't see it, because she wanted to see the king.

- What times we live in. - Poor Mrs. Hedberg.

- Her beautiful diamond necklace... - What has happened?

- Mrs. Hedberg was robbed! - She is still unconscious from the shock.

It was a tramp, and a little boy he had with him!

(play the harmonica)

(Sings) Mondays I don't do a thing, do a thing, do a thing.

Tuesdays I see what the day will bring, day will bring, day will bring.

Wednesdays I stroll under skies Thursdays I philosophize....

Yes, now the challenges that you are always talking about will start.

- Now I have to hide for the rest of my life. - But, Oskar...

Yes, now that the sheriff knows that I was in Sando on Thursday.

He thinks that a tramp with an accordion has scared Mrs. Hedberg stiff.

And has stolen her diamond necklace. If she doesn't wake up, I'm done for!

But you are as innocent as a bride!

The Celestial Hobo and God's own cuckoo, but still I'm getting arrested.

(Sings) Fridays I do as I please, Saturday is weekend ease...

No, it's really tightening up.

They can search till they get cross- eyed. They'll never find us here.

Where have all the people who used to live here gone?

I guess they have gone to America, every one of them.

- Didn't they want to stay any longer? - It became too miserable out here.

But they had a great place to swim. I reckon there is nothing as fine in America.

They could swim in the clearest waters in all of Minnesota...

...if they wanted to bathe, that is.

(plays the harmonica)

The clearest waters in all of Minnesota.... I'd like to see that!

Say! You’ve cleaned this place up!

I should clean my clothes before I enter.

Does the gentleman want his eiderdown here or elsewhere?

- Put it in the kitchen, on the bed. - In the kitchen, on the bed it is!

It's really become stylish here.

Nice bed, Rasmus!

(burps)

Oskar, imagine you were my dad and we lived together in a house.

Would have been grand!

A tramp as a dad! Would have been fine--fine as ham, no?

(laughs)

Of course.

Gosh, I'm really stuffed!

(sings) Wherever I go, wherever I turn, make sure that you're still my friend.

Your days of youth will soon be gone, Your days of youth will soon be gone.

They'll never ever, They'll never ever come again.

No, they'll never ever come back again.

No, my dad is no tramp.

He has a shop with hot dogs and candy.

My father is rich, but apart from that, he is like Oskar.

Good night.

He wraps the red silk carpet over me, because mother is in Minnesota...

...and bathes in the clearest waters there, and writes in her letters:

"Soon I'm returning home and I'm bringing along gifts to you all."

- Oskar, do you think there are ghosts here? - Ha! Ha!

If there are, God's own cuckoo will throw them in the lake.

(somebody whistles) - Oskar, do you hear? - Yes...

How great it is to have lots of money!

Your whole body sings, and even your appendix trembles with glee.

- Can't we just take it all and leave? - No, we're staying at the hotel...

...till the whole affair calms down, looking as innocent as little lambs.

Put the necklace here.

Finally I will be able to live like the gentleman I am!

Champagne, Russian caviar, dames!

You mad man! I'll just buy a house in Tidaholm. That is more my style.

In Tidaholm! Yes, that way you know what you have...

Hilding Lif doesn't settle for petty crap. He must have... the whole shit.

Those two scare me.

- Wow...! - That's a way to phrase it.

Tomorrow we'll bring it all to the police, right?

Mrs. Hedberg's necklace!

No, we'll do it with cunning, as the lady said, and then killed the lice with her toes.

We'll hide it all somewhere safe and write to the sheriff to tell him...

...where he can pick it up.

Newly picked flowers... in a bottle... on a box...

Now you look like King Solomon in person!

Yes, you can be beautiful when you get the chance, too!

I want you to look like King Solomon. It makes you look more handsome.

Newly picked flowers in a bottle on a box! Just like I said!

- It's gone. - Search everywhere.

They can't have left the house!

Liander! Search everywhere! Where are you? Look in the attic!

- What is it? - The tramp and the kid!

He's wearing the necklace!

Go, Rasmus! Run! Quick!

Get the kid; he's running for help!

Ah!

Lif! Lif! Come and let me out!

Rasmus! Rasmus!

Here I am!

- Where is he? - He's taking a nap! Where's the other one?

- I locked him up in the potato cellar. - King of Giants! Give me the pistol!

I threw it in the lake. Was that stupid?

No, that was wise. We are not great shots. Come!

I can't. I've already been running for miles.

Little boy, jump up here! We have to leave, you see.

The faster, the better.

It's a sad thing, you tramps who have to roam around all the time.

- And they don't get into heaven. - Little-Sara has gotten that all wrong.

She thinks that she will get into heaven because she sits on her rump all day.

- That can turn out wrong as well. - We'll see how it ends.

He wants some coffee as well?

And a sandwich. But without butter, that will have to wait.

Little-Sara is good and will get into heaven.

Give this letter to the sheriff. It's extremely urgent.

But I won't talk to him. I'll simply hand him the letter and leave...

...or he'll start nagging and insist that I be moved to the alms house.

- Just give him the letter. - I don't want to. But I'll do it anyway.

The priest says we should be kind to the poor. And Oskar is poor.

- What did you write to the sheriff? - That I am as innocent as a bride...

...and that the crooks stay at the hotel, and where I have hidden the goods.

- Where did you hide it? - A secret place.

I don't want the King of Giants to be mixed up in this nasty business.

Look, Oskar! Look! They are all from Vasterhaga!

The one running there is Gunnar.

I have to go and talk to him.

I'll stay and guard the clothes.

As if there was someone who would want those old rags...

Gunnar!

Rasmus!

- Darn, I have missed you! - And I've been thinking about you every day.

- The Hag isn't here? - She's over there.

- Have you found some folks to stay with? - Sort of...

I don't know how it will turn out. I’ve seen lots of new things lately.

Here at Vasterhaga things are still the same. We work till we turn blue.

(blows the whistle)

Come in now!

Bye, Rasmus. To think that we may never see each other again.

We must. After all, Ive never had another friend like you.

I said now!

Be quick!

Rasmus! Come here now.

We have things to talk about, and they are not at all pleasant!

Lisa, get Rasmus!

Rasmus!

(Hurrahs)

(laughs)

We sharpen knives and scissors! Step up! Step up!

- Can you sharpen my scissors? - Sure thing!

It will be sharper than you can imagine.

Who wants to see the future? Who wants to know of joys to come?

Come buy a fortune ticket! Only ten cents!

The path of life can be winding...

(Sings) First we go rambling on the road, then we go behind the bush...

But first we go up on the road.

Then we go behind the bush, Tra lal la.

Hey the way It rips and tears,

Hey the way It rips and tears....

Take his gun!

I who am so easily scared that I hide when the cat arches its back?

Little-Sara! Where is the letter to the sheriff?

The letter!

Oskar!

I want to talk to the sheriff! Do you hear?

He's at a party. He has no time for you.

He's at a party and here am I, as innocent as a bride!

Liar! You were in Sando and in Mrs. Hedberg's house. You should be locked up.

-I want to call you a fool, but I guess there is a law against that, too. -Certainly.

I call you constable, but I really mean fool!

- Put him in the cell. - What about the boy?

We'll have to get him back to Vasterhaga.

(blows the whistle)

- What odd farmers! - I ended up with nothing.

Where did you run from?

Do you see what I see? That little punk. Then the tramp must be near.

When you see this sign, you know there is food to be had.

And this... It means that there is money around.

And if you see a sign like this on a door or at a gate...

What does it mean?

- Angry dogs and violent men. - You learn as quickly as a fox!

- Better be careful with dogs and brutes. - Be a good boy and go get us some water.

(sings) Wherever I go, wherever I turn, make sure that you're still my friend.

Wherever I go, wherever I turn, make sure that you're still my friend.

Your days of youth will soon be gone, Your days of youth will soon be gone.

They'll never ever, They'll never ever come again.

- Where is the tramp? - The sheriff's got Oskar.

- Then he'll put the blame on us. - We must keep our heads cool.

Answer quick. Did Oskar have the money when the cops got him?

No, he's hidden it somewhere secret, but I don't know where.

What would you say if we got Oskar out of jail for you?

- That would be very kind of you. - Well, we are nice guys!

If they get the money, they'll help you escape.

You can't do business with crooks. Don't you know that, my boy?

But we could go on loafing. I have nobody else.

Damn the sheriff who is at a party!

Berggren! Andersson! I want to speak to the sheriff! Get the sheriff here!

(motor starts)

(motor stops)

- Have they treated you badly? - Yes...

The police will only have themselves to blame if I escape.

They don't believe me, so I might just as well go. Bring them here.

(whistles)

Oskar...

- Yes, Oskar! The letter! - Too late!

- But I delivered it. - Too late, Little-Sara.

So, you thought Hilding Lif would be tricked by a simple tramp?

- So the money is hidden here. - No...

Where is it then? Tell us!

Fish or fowl or in between? Where is it?

I think... I think I have forgotten...

- You have yourself to blame! - No, don't shoot!

Then the sheriff also has himself to blame!

Drop your guns!

I object!

You should... The tramp is the...

Watch the shirt cuffs if you are putting those on me!

Sheriff, I am as innocent as a bride...

If you have more letters, I could deliver them.

One should pity those who are poor and won't get into heaven.

I am truly sorry I had the slightest suspicion, and I admit my mistake.

Now you see, said the blind man when he cut off his eyelids!

- It's good everything got solved. - I gave Mrs. Hedberg the necklace.

She told me how happy she was.

- I’m glad she is well! And I am free to go? - Just a moment.

Andersson! We must get transport for the kid to Vasterhaga.

Don't let them take me away! I want to be with you!

- Kids like you shouldn't be wandering. - Only till I find somebody who wants me.

If there is anyone in the world who will keep me.

I have opened sixteen gates on my path of life. I counted all.

- There are many gates on this path. - How do you know? Walked it already?

Many times.

Here comes Nilsson from Rocky Farm.

A rich farmer--with a big farm.

What a polite little gate opener.

And there is Oskar too. So you are back in these parts?

Will you join me for some food at my place?

What do you say, Rasmus? Of course!

He must be the smallest tramp to have sat in my kitchen.

Will you get the malt beer, Lise?

- You don't like it at Vasterhaga? - I don't want to be there.

Nope, and now he is out looking for a mom and dad.

We have been thinking of getting a foster child, we but never got around to it.

No, we never got around to it.

- You want a girl of course? - No, a boy.

We have nobody to leave the farm to and no kids of our own...

Yes... we were thinking of getting a boy.

- With curly hair...? - Yes, in fact. How did you know?

To think of it, I always imagined him with curly hair.

But I guess we could go for a boy with different hair, too.

If I were you I'd go for the King of Giants, with unruly hair!

- Would you like that, Rasmus? - Stay here a while...

...and we'll see how we get along.

This is a nice farm, Rasmus.

- You'll be fine here. - Yeah.

But there is no cat here like the fortune ticket said there would be.

You can't get everything you want in life, you know.

I guess I have to say goodbye.

I'll sleep in the barn and will be on my way early in the morning.

Thanks for letting me join your rambling, Oskar.

What a nice little ruffian you are with your unruly and scruffy hair.

- Good night, King of Giants! - Good night.

(knocks)

Come in.

- Good morning, Rasmus. - Good morning. Have you slept well?

Have a seat.

Eat all you want. Here is sausage, eggs, porridge, and bread.

Is there anything wrong?

- What? - I'd rather be with Oskar.

I see. Why would you rather be with him?

I've gotten used to Oskar. I'd rather be with him.

Don't be sad. We'll see if there is another boy at Vasterhaga for us.

Take Gunnar! He's the best. He's got wiry hair, but otherwise he's great.

I guess we'll have to take a trip to have a look at him.

Pick him. He's good! He's the best!

Oskar! Oskar!

Rasmus! Rasmus!

Rasmus! Oskar must have left already.

If you hurry down the hill, you might catch him.

Bye.

Don’t pick a girl with curly hair! Pick Gunnar! He's the best!

Gunnar!

Oskar! Oskar!

Hi! What now? Where are you heading?

I want to be with you, Oskar. Please let me be with you.

So you want to give up a farm with horses and cows--the whole lot?

But Oskar, why can't you be my dad?

You can't have a tramp as a father.

I can, if he's like you.

You want someone rich and handsome.

- I think you're quite handsome. - Oh yes... handsome as a bride!

I don't care if you're not rich.

I want to stay with you, Oskar.

(laughs)

(sings) - A fat boy called little Phil, He was carrying some hay...

- But Phil soon lost his will... - He had worked half the day...

- Poor kid who is carrying hay... - You are far too slow today...

- Said the mother to fat Phil, - Who was carrying some hay,

Y'know what? When you are on the ramble, you own everything you see.

You haven't given up anything.

Everything is ours! Wanting to go rambling is no mystery.

- The houses aren't ours? - We don't care about that.

You only need one house.

One just like that one. Let's pretend that’s the house for us.

And let's pretend that cat is mine-- just like in the fortune ticket!

Shall we sing here?

No. We'll sing as little as possible... for the moment.

- But here tramps can both eat and sleep. - That may be...

Martina...

Martina! Darling...

So you've finally shown up? Who have you brought along?

I had a son since last time. He's so small you’ll barely notice him.

Rasmus is the name.

How have you been while I was away, little Martina?

What do you think? The gate is falling off, the lid for the well is broken...

...the rain is getting into the bedroom, but apart from that, all is well.

- Are you very mad at me, Martina? - Yes, I am.

But oh, how glad I am to have you back!

- Oskar! - Martina, darling!

You're a little sweetheart, aren't you!

He's a strange one, he is.

He'd rather have a tramp for father than Nilsson at Rocky Farm.

This is a bit sudden. But that's how it is with everything you do.

- Would you like to stay here with us? - Does Martina want a boy with unruly hair?

One with unruly and scruffy hair, or none at all!

When you're not angry, you're an angel, Martina.

- Martina... Are they all mine? - Yes.

- Don't you want any of them? - No, I only want you.

What luck I've had. Just like in the fortune ticket.

Now it's working time! The gate, the well, the roof...

Do you love me, Martina? Yes, that's what I thought.

What a louse. A lazybones, that's what he is.

Not always. Sometimes he works like a madman. He told me himself.

- He sure knows how to talk. - Yes, and I hear real well too.

Do you love me, Martine, now that I'm fixing your roof? Tell me!

Yes! But I'm praying for God to replace your tramp blood with some farmer blood!

But Oskar is God's own cuckoo and can't be a farmer all the time.

- I guess not. - Exactly.

And still he struggles for his wife and his little boy.

Wow, that was hard work. A real exertion.

Well, I'd better take it a bit easy in the start.

Let's go down to the lake and cool down a bit.

Come on, King of Giants! Such hard work!

Oskar, you must go to Rocky Farm tomorrow and drive some hay.

Didn't Nilsson tell you? - Well, well. You have to struggle.

But one day at a time.

But next spring, Rasmus, we'll take another trip, you and I.

(sings) Watch the tramp strolling down the road. Watch the tramp, God’s little guy,

As soon as spring has come, He has to pack and say goodbye.

Why do I have to keep on going? There are other things I could try.

So why do I keep on tracking? Maybe I'll end up in Shanghai.

I want to be free as a bird, Free as a bird.

And then I feel something calling me, Deep in my vagabond soul.

I want to be free as a bird, Free as a bird.

And then I feel something calling me, Deep in my vagabond soul.

Watch the tramp strolling down the road, Watch the tramp, God’s little guy.

As soon as spring has come, He has to pack and say goodbye.

He keeps walking that endless length, He has a burning and restless soul.

When the sun burns he gets mad, And that's where he gets his strength.

He wants to be free as a bird, Free as a bird.

And then he feels something calling him, Deep in his vagabond soul.

He wants to be free as a bird, Free as a bird.

And then he feels something calling him, Deep in his vagabond soul.