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is just not producin'...

the way it was

ten years ago, John.

We're payin'the same labor

for half the tonnage.

What if we were

to open up a new shaft?

[John]

That coal is down there, Otis.

You just, you just

let me go after it.

The Coalwood mine

is givin' out, Mr. Hickam.

Move!

Ten...

[All]

Nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

Uh-oh.

Holy sh*t,

it's headed for the mine!

- [Yelling]

- I told you we didn't know

what we were doin'!

I told you!

Oh, no. Oh, no.

[Chattering, Shouting]

[Chattering Continues]

[Man]

I don't believe this.

Go ahead.

[Man]

God in heaven, I thought

it was a guided missile.!

[Laughing]

I thought the damn Russians

were attackin'us.

[Man]

The boy's in trouble now.

So this is what you been up to

in the basement, huh?

Yes, sir.

Damn, Homer.

You could've killed somebody

with this idiot thing.

I know, sir.

I'm sorry. I was...

Well, Homer here

wants to be a rocket scientist.

Is that it, John?

He has no idea

what he wants to be.

But I know what he is.

He's a menace,

and he's a damn thief.

Dad...

And so is whoever

helped you.

Ike Bykovsky did this,

didn't he?

Don't you ever

let me catch you...

with these fool things

on company property again,

you understand me?

Yes, sir.

Then go home.

[Phone Ringing]

[Thunderclap]

Yeah?

What's your tunnel number?

He called me a thief, Ma,

in front of everybody.

I mean, how could he do that?

He was dead wrong

callin' you that.

He'd never have done that

to Jim.

They could catch Jim

stickin' up the company store,

and Dad would probably laugh

and say, "That's my boy."

I know he's hard to understand

sometimes, Homer,

but you have to know

he loves you.

He loves the mine...

more than Jim even.

More than you.

You hush up.

[TV:
Screaming]

What's it given him back?

Nothin' but a spot on his lung

the size of a damn quarter.

You don't know

what the mine gives me.

You don't know

'cause you're still a boy.

But, by golly, you're gonna

find out soon enough.

[Thunder Continues]

[Scoffs]

I'm never goin' down there.

[Fork Clatters]

You better have a talk

with your son, Elsie,

'cause he's out of control.

Where's my rocket stuff?

Right where they belong.

[Gunshot]

Quentin, you know, that rocket

went up at least 100 feet.

[Gunshots Continue]

More like 200.

[Gunshot]

God...

Man, will you cut it out,

Roy Lee?

Die, you son of a b*tch.

Come on.

My turn now.

Hey, man. What's with you?

Man, we should be tryin'

to get in that science fair...

instead of sittin' around here

like a bunch of hillbillies.

I got some really

bad news for you, Homer.

We are a bunch of hillbillies.

Besides, um, didn't your dad

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