Silkwood

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- Name?

- Karen Silkwood.

- Drew Stephens.

- Dolly Pelliker.

Hi, Ham.

- Good-bye.

- All right.

All right, see you.

So then the woman got up...

and she was dressed

in a long white dress...

just like an angel.

And she called for the people

to come on up...

and this kid came up

with an arm...

that was almost pitch black

from blood poisoning.

But that woman held that arm...

and she prayed over it...

and it turned pink

right in front of your eyes.

And then it fell right off.

I was there, Wesley.

I was sitting right there.

When I was in the service,

I saw this gook...

drink a glass of milk

through his pecker.

What? Then what happened?

Didn't follow him home

to find out.

This is dry processing...

the heart of

the production process.

Come on in, trainees.

This brown powder

you see here. ..

is mixed plutonium

and uranium oxide.

And these trained technicians...

are fabricating it

into fuel pellets.

Karen, could you explain...

the procedures

in this glove box?

Yeah. what we're doing is

we're blending and mixing...

the plutonium and uranium oxide

into correct ratios.

And then we sift it

for impurities.

And then it's fed

into the slugging press...

which makes the pellets.

This is the slugging press...

where the powder

is turned into pellets.

What about radiation effects

from all this material?

We've all seen a poor guy...

suffering

the effects of sunburn.

Radiation is like that.

It's the kind of thing

that can't hurt you...

unless you're careless with it.

Hey, Wesley?

Come here. I need the help

of a trained technician here.

Come here.

Put it back in!

Hey, Georgie. You know

that 0' girl Jeane Dixon...

the one with the stars

on her palms?

She was on Johnny Carson

one night. ..

and she's telling

how her niece phoned her up.

Niece goes, "I got to catch

this airplane to Houston."

And Jeane Dixon goes...

"Now, don't you get on

that airplane."

And by golly,

that airplane crashed.

What do you make of that?

She's got the gift, all right.

Or maybe she just

tells everybody she knows...

not to get on planes,

and then one day...

one crashes

and that's her lucky day.

Drew says he's got

to work an hour overtime. ..

so he can't leave till 7:00.

OK. Sh*t!

I forgot to get permission.

I don't know.

I believe in that stuff.

Sometimes it happens

where I know things.

Can you tell if

I'm getting this weekend off?

- Go see my kids?

- It don't work like that.

I can't sit here

and find out just anything.

I have to wait for it

to smack into me.

- Lunch!

- I got to find Hurley.

Karen,

you never monitor yourself.

Come back here

and do it like the rest of us.

"Karen,

you never monitor yourself."

I'll get you, girl.

Know what happens to girls

that don't monitor themselves?

Your nipples turn green.

There's nothing they can do.

Where they going to park

a contaminated truck?

It'll stay that way

twenty-five thousand years.

They can put it in space.

Hell, put it in orbit.

- Yeah, in orbit.

- Put it on the moon.

- What's going on?

- They cooked a truck.

There was a leak

in one of the barrels.

Dolly tell you

I have to work late?

Yeah.

The whole weekend's screwed up.

I forgot to get permission.

Now I can't find Hurley.

You better find him.

Heard those guys on the truck

didn't monitor themselves.

That's a surprise.

- New guy in X-ray.

- See y'all later.

- What's his name?

- OK. Take care.

Winston something.

Do you like him?

As a matter of fact,

he's the type I hate.

Curtis, what is that?

Gilda's got some recipe

from a magazine...

about putting pineapple

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