[whinnying]

You see that?

Yeah.

That's shit.

[goat bleating]

And this, Shinola.

Shit.

Shinola.

Son, you're gonna be all right.

Now what town are you gonna try for first?

Well, l thought l'd try to go to St. Louis

'cause that's where that radio show was coming from.

And remember, the Lord loves a workin' man.

Lord loves a workin' man.

And Son, don't never, ever trust whitey.

Don't trust whitey.

The Lord loves a workin' man, don't trust whitey.

[goat bleating]

Oh, baby.

Daddy.

Pierre. Come here.

Don't you forget to grow up now.

Good luck.

Send me a picture postcard.

Don't forget, baby.

Okay, okay, Iet the boy go.

Bye.

We got work to do.

And l hope you find whatever it is you're looking for.

[hens clucking]

l will, Ma. l know it's out there.

lt's out there all right, and if you catch it,

see a doctor and get rid of it.

See a doctor and get rid of it.

Good luck.

The Lord loves a workin' man.

Don't trust whitey.

See a doctor and get rid of it.

Bye, Grandma.

[dog barking]

[sighing]

Oh, l sure do miss Navin.

(Elvira) Is he ever comin' back?

Take away his place settin'.

lt's making us too goddamn sad.

l wonder if he's doin' all right.

Hey, Navin, how you doin'?

Don't worry 'bout me.

l think l see a car comin'.

No wait, it's a truck. It's a truck.

Oh, Lord, take care of our little boy.

[truck approaching]

l'm hitchhikin'.

How far you goin'?

St. Louis. How far are you goin'?

To the end of this fence.

Okay.

[door slams]

l'm Navin Johnson. What's your name, sir?

Here we are.

Okay.

Thanks for the company.

(Navin) l hope l can repay you someday.