1:32:01
This lousy old suitcase!
1:32:03
On the inside was nothing...
1:32:05
...but his uniform
from the Spanish-American War.
1:32:09
This was his legacy to me.
1:32:11
Nothing at all!
1:32:15
And I built this place from nothing.
1:32:23
And that's all he left you?
1:32:25
Yeah, he was a hobo.
1:32:29
Best-known tramp on the boxcar circuit.
1:32:32
He worked once in a while as a field hand.
I'd tag along.
1:32:36
Sat on my bare bottom, in the dirt,
waiting for him.
1:32:41
Outside of hunger...
1:32:43
...first thing I could remember is shame.
1:32:45
I was ashamed
of that miserable, old tramp.
1:32:48
I was riding boxcars when I was nine,
something you never had to do.
1:32:53
And you'll never have to bury me
like I did him.
1:32:57
I buried him in a meadow,
alongside a railroad track.
1:33:00
We were running to catch a freight
and his heart gave out.
1:33:06
You know something?
1:33:09
That lousy old tramp died laughing.
1:33:11
Laughing at what?
1:33:14
Himself, I guess.
1:33:16
A hobo tramp...
1:33:17
...not a nickel in his jeans.
No future, no past.
1:33:23
Or maybe he was laughing
because he was happy.
1:33:27
Happy at having you with him.
1:33:29
He took you everywhere
and he kept you with him.
1:33:34
I don't want to talk about that.
1:33:50
Yeah, I loved him.
1:33:56
I reckon I never loved anything
as much as that...
1:33:59
...lousy old tramp.