The Astronaut Farmer Page #3

Farmer.

What's up, Chopper? How's your daddy?

Waiting for you. Want a ride?

No, it's all right. Follow me.

What'd you do, Arnie?

How much does he owe the bank,

Arnold?

- Over 600,000 dollars.

- 600,000 dollars?

He's dangerous. He threw a brick at me.

That's enough, Arnold. That's enough.

Will the bank take an apology?

- Well?

- I guess...

Farmer, give the bank an apology.

Say you're sorry.

- Arnold, I'm sorry.

- Great.

Now, Arnold, I'm going to administer

Farmer's spanking in private.

Chopper, could you

see Arnold out for me?

Assume the position.

You're not really gonna whack me

with that thing, are you?

Come on. I've known you all your life.

But I do see you putting your family

and yourself at serious risk.

One day it's a brick,

the next day it's a bullet.

Men have been known

to do desperate things...

...when they're losing their ranches.

I'm gonna ask you to get...

...a psychiatric evaluation.

Before Arnold and me are comfortable

with you in society, you gotta see a shrink.

Go over to the school, see Nurse Goode

over there, and talk to her.

Bring it back to me.

What'd they get you for?

Sleeping in class.

How about you?

I broke a window.

So, what do you wanna be

when you get out of here?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- I don't know.

Well, let me tell you something...

...you better know what you wanna do

before somebody knows it for you.

Trust me.

Farmer. Nurse Goode can see you now.

Okay.

Well, good luck.

Charlie Farmer.

Hey, Beth. I was supposed to

give you this, the judge said.

Thank you. Okay.

Don't you think that they're a little late

in labeling you crazy?

Jumping off a bridge is crazy.

- Oh, and building a rocket isn't.

- I threw a brick through a window.

That's why I'm here.

Well, how would you like it if we discussed

your desire to leave the planet?

- Not particularly.

- Oh, Charlie.

I don't expect you to open up

and start talking in our very first session.

Session? There's sessions?

We're all onions, Charlie.

We have many, many,

many layers to get through.

See what I'm saying? And, just like...

...well, when you peel an onion,

there may be tears as we come--

Beth, please stop it, okay?

Listen, my daddy never told me

that he loved me.

And, you know, I'm pretty sure

that your daddy never did either.

The resentment that you feel

towards your parents...

...is not going to fuel your rocket.

- Are you done?

- Well, you're not getting it.

The rocket is not going to bring you

a happy childhood.

We all just have to grow up

and just take responsibility.

Remember during our high school prom,

I asked you go to the moon with me?

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