October Sky Page #4

who've had hard time recovering

from the war.

They depend on me

for whatever I can provide.

So, believe me,

I can use the extra money.

I'm just sorry

I won't be able to weld

any more rockets for you.

That's for good luck.

May-Maybe you could teach me

how to weld.

Welding

is very difficult, Homer.

I could learn.

You don't give up,

do you?

I can't.

[Buzzer Buzzing]

Come on, son.

[Homer]

Hi, Mr. Bolden.

Hey, Homer.

I heard you tellin' Ike...

you were gonna be shootin' off

another rocket up here today.

I, I thought that might

be somethin'we'd like to see.

Whoa!

[Boys]

Eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three...

Hey, look out!

[Homer]

Mr. Bolden.!

Mr. Bolden,

are you okay?

[Grunting]

[Sighs]

I'm all right.

I'm sorry about that, sir.

Oh, that's all right.

That's all right.

Homer, I flew with the Red Tails

in World War II.

And seein' that rocket

come at me...

it almost

took me back there.

Hey, let me have

a look at that thing.

That's a good job

on the weld, Homer,

but the heat from the exhaust

melted the washer.

It's referred to

as a nozzle... uh, sir.

Son, you can call it

whatever you wanna call it,

but you're gonna have to have

a better steel that can take

the heat.

Now I'd say S.A.E. 10-20 bar

stock ought to do you fine.

And I can order it for you.

Well, that'd be great,

Mr. Bolden.

But it's kind of expensive.

Um...

Twelve miles of scrap iron,

and all we gotta do

is pop it loose.

Yeah. Now what are we gonna

tell the railroad when they

catch us pryin' up the track?

It's abandoned.

See, the county's covered

with abandoned spur lines.

A mine shuts down,

the track just rusts over.

[Grunting]

[Gasping]

$8.20.

This is worth eight twenty?

A ton.

Come on.

[Clears Throat]

[Chattering]

[Grunting] Go, go!

This thing weighs a ton

all by itself!

[Chattering Continues]

Four-hundred pounds.

[Panting]

Four-hundred pounds?

All right.

O'Dell, you're sayin' this thing

is worth a buck 65?

[Grunting]

Woo-hoo!

[Laughing]

[Sighs]

Whoa.

[Whistle Blowing In Distance]

[Blowing Continues]

O'Dell?

L-It's abandoned.

Uh, look at the rust.

Caretta number two

shut down in '51.

[Whistling Blowing Loudly]

Sh*t!

Get it up! Get it up!

Just get it up!

Give me a hand, man.

Come on!

[Grunting]

[Shouting]

[Grunting Continues]

Forget it! Forget it!

Just stop the train!

Roy Lee!

Stop!

Stop! The track's out!

[Whistle Blowing]

Stop!

Stop!

Stop it!

- [Shouting Continues]

- [Whistle Blowing]

Stop!

Stop!

The track!

[Whistle Blowing]

[Screeching]

[music] You made me cry [music]

[music] When you said good-bye [music]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music]My tears fell like rain [music]

S.A.E. 10-20 bar stock.

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music][Continues, Indistinct]

Then go 30 degrees crucial.

When the fuel combusts,

i-it creates

a controlled explosion.

The nozzle directs

a, a, a river of hot gas...

tha-that can reach th-the speed

of sound when it hits

the mouth of the nozzle!

Hey, Quentin.

Sorry.

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[Shouting]

[music]My tears fell like rain [music]

It's called a tapered bore.

A tapered bore.

Now he's takin' off

just a little bit at a time.

[music] You are to blame [music]

[music] Oh, well [music]

[music] Good-bye, although [music]

[music]I'll cry [music]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music]My tears fell like rain [music]

Good deed, good deed.

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music] You're the one to blame [music]

I'm concerned that the mass

of the added propellant...

compared to the mass

of the empty rocket

will be too little.

Uh, he's afraid

it'll be too heavy.

Why don't we just

make it longer?

Longer would allow increased

volume for the propellant

without much additional mass.

Great idea.

[music] Well, you made me cry [music]

[music] When you said good-bye [music]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music]My tears fell like rain [music]

[Explosion]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music] You're the one to blame [music]

[Chuckling]

Yeah.

[Laughing]

We got one!

[music] Oh, well [music]

[music] Good-bye [music]

[music]Although I'll try [music]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music]My tears fell like rain [music]

[music]Ain't that a shame [music]

[music] You're the one to blame [music]

My guess is, is we're gettin'

air pockets in the body

of the propellant.

When the fire hits 'em,

they act like little

combustion chambers.

I think we're gonna need

a liquid binder of some sort.

What about gasoline?

That's a good idea.

"Four unidentifiable

high school students...

Lost their lives

earlier this mornin'

when their toy rocket exploded."

Alcohol.

I mean, alcohol's stable.

And it'll evaporate quickly.

Yeah, but it'd have

to be 100% undiluted.

None of that watered-down stuff

they sell at the company store.

I have no idea

where we could find that.

[music][Men Scatting]

Listen. I know these fellas,

so let me do all the talkin'.

I'm not gonna say a word.

[music]Now they often

call me Speedo [music]

[music]But my real name is Mr. Earl [music]

[Man]

Is that rocket fuel or what?

[Laughing]

[music]Now they often

call me Speedo [music]

[music]But my real name is Mr. Earl [music]

[music] Well, now some

may call me Joe [music]

[music]Some may call me Moe [music]

[music]Just remember Speedo

He don't ever take it slow [music]

[music] Well, now they often call me

Speedo [music]

[music] 'Cause I don't believe

in wastin'time [music]

Great.

How'd they find out

about it?

My brother.

You know, we poop out this time,

the whole county's gonna be

laughin' at us.

Who cares

what any of them think?

Easy for you to say, Quentin.

You're used to people

makin' fun of you.

All right now.

Quentin's right, y'all.

Homer, you don't have to prove

anything to anybody.

You remember that.

Now go launch yourself

a rocket.

[Chattering]

[Man]

Come on, boy.

Homer!

Hello, Dorothy.

Is that thing

really gonna fly?

Well, it, uh...

That thing had better fly,

or you can kiss your chances of

losin' your virginity good-bye.

Hey, couldn't you guys

find somethin' better to do?

Hey, listen. There's

no practice on Saturdays.

You little sisters

are the only entertainment

in town.

Yeah, we were gonna

drive over to War,

but then we thought,

hey, let's go see Homer

blow himself up.

That's real funny, Jim.

[Chattering Continues]

[Jim]

Hey, Homer. Come on.

We don't got all day.

Shut up, Jim.

Homer, everything ready?

Wait, wait.

What?

What do you mean, wait?

[O'Dell]

Where are you goin'?

[Chattering]

[Girl]

Hurry up, y'all.

All right. It won't fly unless

somebody pulls the string.

[Homer]

Ten...

[All] Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four...

Oh, my God!

[Chattering,

Clapping, Cheering]

[Cheering Continues]

[Girl]

That's great.!

Homer,

that was unbelievable!

Let's go, Dorothy.

I'll tell you

what's unbelievable...

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