Armageddon Page #3

Oh, that's just perfect.

ln bed. Get up!

- Uh, hey, you wanted to see me?

- Yeah, l was lookin' for ya.

You're pissed.

Okay, l can see that.

No. You know what, A.J.?

l'm not pissed. You've seen me pissed.

This is way, way beyond pissed, though.

- You know l shut down number two

last night, right?

- Yeah, man, l had a hunch on that.

Dude, let me tell you somethin'.

Someday, many years from now,

when you're all growed up...

and you got your own

oil company and $8 million

of your own money on the contract...

you can do whatever comes

into that little A.J.-idiotin' mind

of yours you want...

but as long as it says

''Harry Stamper Oil'' on the rig

you will not disobey my rules.

- You got that?

- Yeah, l do got it.

- Right now, l need to hear

five words from you.

- Uh--

- l'll never do that again.

- Never do that again.

l'm a fool. That was idiotic.

l-l mean, that was stupid.

l'm an idiot. l know what name's

on the sign. l'm not-- l can't--

- What's going on here?

- What's going on? Well, l-l mean, l--

- l screwed up. l'm a little edgy.

- How long you worked for me?

- Five wonderful years.

ln five years, you have never

apologized to me this quickly.

- Something's going on here.

l'm gonna find out what it is.

- No, no, no. Well--

l-l'm turning over a new leaf.

l'm trying to learn from the man.

What would Harry do?

l'm at a loss for words.

- Okay, l can explain this.

- You can explain that?

- l can.

- l would really like an explanation.

You just stay right here.

- Grace?

- Hi, Harry.

l have asked you repeatedly

to call me Dad.

- Sorry, Harry.

- Get up and get your clothes on.

You just stay right there.

l'll be right back.

Here's what we're gonna do.

l want every strategy we've got

on near-Earth object collision, okay?

Any ideas, any programs,

anything you sketched

on a pizza box or a cocktail napkin.

For 30 years, they questioned

the need for NASA. Today

we're gonna give them the answer.

You know about this, Rockhound?

You knew.

No, l-l had no idea.

Where's Harry?

Harry! All right! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

l understand, okay?

You're mad.

Who-Who wouldn't be mad?

- But he's gonna shoot you.

- Nah. No, he's not. Oh, sh*t.

- Harry!

- What's wrong with you?

Make your peace with God, A.J.

- This guy's got a gun, man!

He's shooting at me!

- Harry, this is not funny!

- Harry, listen to me!

We can talk this over!

- So is this a, uh, serious thing?

- Yeah, pretty serious.

- Bear, man!

- What's up?

He's shooting at me. Uh, you see Harry

comin', crack him with that wrench!

You told A.J.'s dad just before he died

that you would take care of the boy.

Now, l'm not sure that shootin' him

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