** [Rock]
* There's two boys holding *
* Stars for the wishing *
* Yeah, one boy's sure
One says, I don't know *
* But sometimes I feel *
* We been missing *
* Ooh, love I try
And away they go *
* Oh, oh *
* And this old town *
* The wind starts blowing *
* And the radio sings
the blues for free *
* Mmm, mmm *
* We got the bottle down *
* For soaking dreams, yeah *
* And tears of a clown
Well, hey, that's me *
* And hearts that fall in two *
* Pretend they don't show *
* Holding back the rain *
* Baby, let it go *
* You don't get much
without giving *
* You don't get much
without giving *
* Hey, hey, yeah *
* Hey, hey, yeah *
* Hey, hey, yeah *
* Hey, hey, yeah *
* You don't get much *
* You don't get much *
[Man On Radio]
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I found him. I found him.
Putnam was right.
He's about three miles south
of the old Butte Road.
* You don't get much **
I got it.
On my way.
** [Fades Out]
[Man]
Son. Son.
Yeah, it's him all right.
[Plane Passing Overhead]
Whoa. Whoa, son.
Now just where do you
think you're going, boy?
California.
Sure, kid.
We all want to go to California.
My wife wants to go to California.
[Woman On Radio]
Joe. Come in, Joe.
You just stay put.
[Joe]
Now what do you want me
to do with him?
[Woman On Radio]
Take him to his mother's place.
She's remarried.
Her name's Christine Bateman.
She lives on the south side of town.
You got that?
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Okay, son, time to go.
Upsy-daisy.
Your mom's waiting
for you now.
So, on these trips that he takes,
has he tried to see Corey or Nick
or his natural father?
[Man]
Christine!
Oh, I'm sorry.
What did you say?
Look, he just... he just
picks up his little lunch pail...
What is in that thing...
and offhe goes.
I mean, he could go anywhere:
Downtown, the canyons,
the river.
He doesn't go to the river.
He never even goes near the river.
Okay.
He stays away from the river.
But I'm telling you anytime...
I mean, he could just pick up
and go.
The Happy Wanderer... at the stroke
of midnight, if he feels the urge,
in the middle of his Frosted Flakes.
I got the neighborhood
on red alert, and I'm putting
the cops on overtime.
Mr. Bateman!
Though Jimmy is
a heavily traumatized boy,
he has a certain fixation
with building, stacking things.
These little monuments he makes,
I'd like to think that
they mean something.
I'd like to think that he's searching
for a way to express himself.
But you don't.
Look, we've been sending this boy
here for two years.
I think it's time we started
exploring some, uh, alternatives.
[Bateman]
We're thinking about, uh,
putting him into an institution,
a home.
[Dings]
Is that something original, Dad?
I'm tryin' to cook you guys
a decent meal.
You can't be livin' off
burgers and pizza.
It cannot possibly belong to
one of the four major food groups.
It's a casserole, genius.
Doesn't it look like a casserole?
Huh?
We saw Jimmy yesterday, Dad.
Yeah?
So how is he?
They're talking about
putting him in a home.
That's Christine's decision.
She has custody now.
You know that.
Well, I'm, uh...
I'm not really too hungry.
I'll grab some a little later.
I wanna know about the pickup.
I found it this morning
covered with mud.
You took it again.
Just gimme a break, please.
- This has nothing to do with the pickup.
- It has everything to do with it!
- I wanna know why you disobey me
when I give you a direct order?
- Why do you do this?
They're gonna put him
in a home, Nick!
He hasn't changed ever sinceJennifer.
Come on. Dad!
He doesn't do anything.
He doesn't say anything.
- What about it, man?
What about the rules around here?
- Don't call me "man,"all right?
- What? The pickup, the rules?
You always do this.
- [Nick] Corey, come on.
No, Dad, will you listen to me?
What, you wanna see that happen? Huh?
You wanna see 'em
putJimmy in a home?
Corey...
Fine, Dad.
Just because he's