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hwp My father was an inventor.
A genius with anything mechanical.
Nine patents, six pending.
He dropped out of Harvard
"to get an education," he said.
I grew up with the belief...
... that the world belonged to him
and that everything he said was true.
Look around you.
How did America get this way?
Land of promise. Land of opportunity.
"Give us the wretched refuse
of your teaming shore."
Have a Coke! Watch TV.
Have a nice day.
Go on welfare.
Get free money.
Turn to crime. Crime pays in this country.
Why do they put up with it?
Why do they keep coming?
Look around you, Charlie.
This place is a toilet.
The whole damn country is turning
into a dope-taking, door-locking...
...ulcerated danger zone
of rabid scavengers...
...criminal millionaires and moral sneaks.
Nobody ever thinks
of leaving this country. I do.
I think about it every day.
Im the last man.
I want an -foot length of rubber seal
with foam backing.
This countrys going to the dogs.
Nobody cares.
"I just work here." Thats the attitude.
Buy junk, sell junk, eat junk.
$ . .
- Dont want it.
- Thats what you asked for.
Who are you working for? The Japanese?
- If you dont want it, just say so.
- Just said so. Dont want it.
Look. Made in Japan.
I dont want my hard-earned...
...American dollars converted into yen.
I want an American length of rubber seal.
Do you work here?
All right, well get it someplace else.
This is not the only place in town.
Good-bye.
Or maybe I should have said, "Sayonara!"
I tell you, Charlie, Im not goin back
into Hatfield again.
Im sick of dealing with people
who want things Ive already rejected.
Things they see on TV.
They talk about nuclear destruction
as if it were a game show topic.
All winter, Father had been saying,
"Theres going to be a war in America.
"Its coming," he said.
He was restless and talkative.
He said the signs were everywhere.
In the high prices, the bad tempers...
... the gut worry, and the stupidity
and greed of people.
Bloody crimes were being committed
in the cities...
... and the criminals were unpunished.
It wasnt going to be
an ordinary war, he said...
... but rather a war in which no side
was entirely innocent.
Its like a humans insides.
Entrails and vitals.
See, thats his digestive system.
Circulatory system.
Respiration. Lungs.
Fatty tissue. Kidneys.
The ammonia?
Thats his plasma.
Got it?
But, Dad...
...what is it?
Its perfection. Thats what it is.
Where is he, Mrs. Fox?
Mrs. Fox!
Hes not here right now, Mr. Polski.
He had to go to Hatfield
to get a part for something.
I can see his truck, Mrs. Fox.
Hes there fooling about in his workshop...
... when he should be rigging up
a cooling system in the barn!
I have asparagus rotting all over the place.
Now, you tell him to get down here
and now!
He was pretty mad.
Something about a cooling system.
Forget that. I got something much better
for him out there.
Honey, hes gonna love it.
Im gonna knock his socks off.
Im gonna straighten his hair.
Where you been?
About half a glass of water.
What is this?
Got a match, Doc?
You get here late, the asparagus is rotting,
and you ask me for a match?
If it wouldnt be too much trouble.
Mr. Fox.
Jerry, whats he doing?
He wont answer me.
I dont know.
Now he cooks a glass of water.
What is this thing? It looks like a stove.
My baby.
Its my baby boy.
Fat Boy. Thats what well call it. Fat Boy.
- This is foolishness!
- Patience, Doc.
Please, Ive got work to do.
Come on, Doc! Take a look.
Boy, aint that something?
But how did I do it? Wheres the juice?
Wheres the electrical cord?
Kerosene.
I made ice out of fire.
Yes. So it seems.
Wanna see how it works?
No, no! Some other time. Here.
This is just a scale model.
Im planning on building you
a huge one, Doc. What do you think?
What I think is...
...lm in the asparagus business,
not the inventing business.
Youre missin the point, Doc.
I can preserve the excess
with Fat Boy here.
- With that thing? Its too small.
- I told you, this is a scale model!
And its ingenious, Mr. Fox.
Thats why I hired you.
But I also hired you to do
what I ask you to do.
To come up with a simple,
practical cooling system in the barn...
...and not fool around with crazy schemes
and go off in my time...
...inventing contraptions!
Now, please, to work!
Whats this? Its not a rest period!
We have work to do.
Close that door. Well lose all the cold.
He didnt like it very much, Dad.
He hated it. Positively hated it.
Absolute contempt.
But Im glad of that.
Thats what really gets me cookin.
What would have happened if he liked it?
Then I really wouldve been worried.
Then Id have gone back to bed.
What do you know?
We got a couple of minutes, okay?
All right. Here you go.
Migrant workers.
