Fast Food Nation Page #5

- Okay, but that was a long time ago.

- Yeah.

And the big packers are even worse today.

They're even bigger today.

- Really?

- And meaner.

Hell, old Dwight D. Eisenhower

would've shut 'em down.

He wouldn't have stood

for their crap.

Do you think they would knowingly

sell us contaminated meat?

Oh, come on.

Workers are gettin'

their arms cut off over there.

You don't know

who you're dealin' with.

No. No, I don't.

Please, help me.

I- I was at the plant.

It seemed clean to me.

They show you the kill floor?

I don't know.

I saw a lot of things.

You'd remember.

You see any cattle

gettin' their heads cut off?

Were you walkin' ankle-deep in blood?

No.

So they didn't show you a damn thing.

Okay, but how-

How... would cow manure

get into the meat?

Rita.

- No, no. Thanks, I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Yes, thank you.

- I'll have some.

Hey, Rita, is your brother

still workin' over at U.M.P.?

How's he doin'?

Oh, he has a good job now.

He's a supervisor in Trim.

- Hmm.

- Mr. Anderson here would like to know...

if the meat over there is clean.

He wants to know how cow manure...

could ever possibly wind up

in his hamburger.

Well, there's lots of ways.

My brother used to work

at the gut table.

And, you know, they have

to pull out the intestines and the stomachs.

And they just don't have enough time

to do it right.

The line is moving too fast.

So when they're pulling the guts out-

and they make a mistake-

all the poop and stuff

just pours out all over the meat.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right.

But, really,

how often does that happen?

Every day.

- We got any cookies back there?

- I'll bring a plate of them.

Anything else you want to know?

No. No, that's, uh, plenty. Thanks.

This isn't about good people

versus bad people.

It's about the machine

that's taking over this country.

It's like somethin'

out of science fiction.

The land, the cattle, human beings.

This machine don't give a sh*t.

Pennies a pound.

Pennies a pound.

That's all it cares about.

A few more pennies a pound.

Sounds pretty bleak.

By the way, Don,

you seem like a nice fella.

But the food

your company sells is crap-

total crap-

even when there isn't manure in it.

Eh?

S.

Bueno.

ndale.

Thank God old Mr. Nathan come in.

He took one look at me.

Said, "Harry...

"you are the scariest

f***ing clown I've ever seen.

Take that off immediately."

And that was that.

I came about that close

to becoming the first Mickey.

Which would have been a disaster,

because I'd have probably killed somebody.

Mmm. What do you think?

I know it's not Mickeys.

- Mmm.

- But it's good, right? Good burger.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's-It's great.

- Harry, what's goin' on out at U.M.P.?

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