"While most of President Eisenhower's advisors..." "Today are ominous." "Washington..." "If you have just tuned in to this special bulletin," "Washington has confirmed that, yesterday, on the fourth of October, 1957, the Soviet Union successfully launched history's first man-made satellite into space orbit around the Earth." "The satellite, which the Russians have dubbed Sputnik is being hailed as a milestone in history." "No one in our nation's capital could deny that the satellite has ushered in a grim new chapter in the Cold War." "And indeed, a wave of national anxiety already seems to be sweeping the country." "Still maintaining its speed of 18,000 miles an hour, completing an orbit of the Earth every 96 minutes." "Doctor Wernher von Braun, chief engineer of the army ballistic missile agency, expressed the hope that the United States would soon be following the Russians into space with our own artificial satellite." "Mister von Braun confirmed that there has still been no actual sighting of the Soviet satellite, but the U.S. expects to be tracking it very soon." "We are told that Sputnik will be visible to the naked eye about an hour after sunset and an hour before dawn, as it traverses the October sky over the United States." "What the beeping signal means we still don't know." "It may be nothing more..." "Let's go, Roy Lee." "It's almost 9:00." "Sure are in a hurry to get yourself killed." "No kiddin'." "There are easier ways to commit suicide, Homer." "Will you just step on it, Roy Lee?" "I am stepping' on it." "Okay, Maguire, Longstreet, Hickam." "Let's see what you got." "Hey, take it easy on my kid brother." "Make him look good, all right?" "Let's go!" "Hut!" "Hut two!" "I thought I told you to take it easy on him." "I did take it easy on him." "Ten!" "I'm gonna run right over you, you son of a bitch." "You hear me?" "Hut one!" "Hut two!" "Homer, you sure got guts, but you gotta know when to quit." "Okay, Miller!" "You're up!" "Why should the damn jocks be the only ones gettin' scholarships?" "They're also the only ones that get the girls." "This burns my ass." "What do you boys think about this?" "Isn't that something?" "Hmm..." "Let 'em have outer space." "We got rock 'n' roll." "I'm with you." "We got enough to worry about down here." "Homer, your dad say anything about any layoffs?" "No." "Have they pulled any more pillars?" "Uh, he didn't say." "Does he talk at all?" "Oh, yeah." "He talks." "Damn it, Jake!" "Didn't I tell you to put some men to work on those roof bolts?" "Was I talkin' to the wall?" "I'm sorry, John." "We was just tryin' to get..." "Make sure the hoot owl shift sets those timbers by the vent!" "Two more days on that block, we're gonna be down to the bone." "I guess that's..." "Jensen!" "Get out of the way!" "Jensen, look out!" "Come on." "Come on, Jensen." "Come on back." "Come on." "What happened?" "Whole damn mountain 'bout fell on your head." "And John here..." "He saved your life." "That's my dad." "I want you out of this mine." "Don't come back, you stupid son of a bitch." "Didn't I tell you to watch the roof, huh?" "Now we could've all been killed 'cause you didn't have the sense to look up!" "That's my dad." "Homer." "Well, how'd it go?" "Well, I told you." "You spend the summer shoveling' coal, and you'll be playin' linebacker next fall." "What's the matter, Homer?" "Not cut out for mining coal?" "Me neither." "Hey, let's get that mess cleaned up!" "Let's get some cribbing' on that roof!" "Buck up, Homer." "You're a Coalwood boy." "When you get down in the mine, get that coal shovel in your hand, feel just as natural to you as a tick on a dog." "And get that slate off the loader!" "It's the radio signal transmitted by the Soviet Sputnik." "Listen now for the sound which forevermore separates the old from the new." "That's it?" "That's the Sputnik?" "That's Sputnik." "Well, big deal." "Big deal?" "What you fail to grasp is that the sound you're hearin' is bein' transmitted by an object that is travelin' at 18,000 miles per hour," "559 miles high, and orbitin' the Earth every nine..." "Shut up!" "Boys, not in my class!" "Thank you, Quentin." "Now Quentin's right, y'all." "Sputnik is a milestone in history." "Things'll never be the same again." "What do you think about that, Homer?" "Well, yes, ma'am." "Uh..." "Cat got your tongue?" "We were talkin' about bein' in orbit, hundreds of miles away from the Earth." "You know anything about that?" "No, ma'am." "I got my eye on you, boy." "Now who can tell me why Sputnik is so important?" "We ought to just shoot the damn thing down." "It's got one of them little spy cameras in it." "It takes pictures of every one of our missile bases." "This country'd better get on the ball before it's too late." "All I know is this Sputnik had better show up soon." "I'm gettin' a crick in my neck." "All right." "What you need to do is take her to the movies." "Somethin' scary, like Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman." "Then you take your arm and put it up round the back of her chair, like so." "Now when it gets real scary, and she ain't paying' attention to nothin' but the movie, you sort of let your arm sort of slide on down her shoulder, real nice and slow and easy," "until..." "Hey!" "Hey!" "I see it!" "Right there!" "Where?" "Where?" "You seeing' things, Carl?" "I see it." "Where?" "I see it." "It's right there." "Wow." "Son of bitches gonna be droppin' bombs on us from up there." "Don't know why they'd drop a bomb on this place." "Be a heck of a waste of a bomb." "The first game against Welch..." "That's the one that's gonna draw the scouts." "Yeah." "Welch knows it too." "They're gonna be coming after us." "Well, y'all be careful, Jim." "Last year, those two boys from Welch got their arms broken." "Well, they started it." "It don't matter much who started it." "I don't call that football." "You don't worry about Jim." "Ain't nobody on the Welch team that can catch him." "I wish the scouts could've seen that first game with Bluefield." "I'm gonna build a rocket." "Like Sputnik." "Well, I'm not sayin' it's gonna go up in space or anything, but I'm gonna do it." "I'm gonna build a rocket." "Well, just don't blow yourself up." "More eggs, anybody?" "Nice rocket, Homer." "How high do you think it will fly?" "Well, I got it packed with the powder from 30 sky rockets." "Three, four miles." "You ready?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..." "Should we get behind somethin'?" "What happened?" "My rocket blew up." "Are you okay?" "I guess." "My heart's pounding'." "I thought the mine blew up." "Oh, Homer." "I waited six months for the company carpenter to finally get around to putting' up that fence." "Didn't I tell you not to blow yourself up?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then let's not." "Elsie." "It's all right, Ms. Fields." "It's all right." "Dear Dr. von Braun..." "Six, five, four, three..." "My name is Homer Hickam." "...Two, one..." "I'm 17 and I live in a small mining town in West Virginia." "Ignition." "Liftoff." "Liftoff." "I'm writing to offer my condolences to you and your team on your recent attempt to launch the Vanguard rocket." "I also had a disastrous occurrence during the launch of my own small rocket." "Since here in Coalwood, everyone's much more interested in what's down below the Earth than what's above it, there isn't a whole lot of material to be found on the subject of rocketry." "So I've been kind of stumbling around in the dark." "You can't be seen with him, Homer." "He's a weirdo." "You go ahead, but you can kiss your social life goodbye." "Hi, Homer." "Hi." "I don't let anybody copy my homework." "I don't wanna copy your homework." "Um, do you know anything about rockets?" "Of course I do." "Uh, you wanna come with me over to the library?" "No." "What do you wanna know about rockets?" "Everything." "Well, rocketry was actually invented by the Chinese as early as 1,000 A.D." "And, supposedly, they were quite sophisticated." ""Potassium chlorate and sulfur."" "Uh, well, what'd you use?" "Uh, somethin' like that." "Hey, Quentin, this is great." "This is exactly..." "We have everything we need in here." "Roy Lee, drive me to my house." "We can use my basement." "Yeah, at least nobody'll see us down there." "Go, go, go." "Come on." "You got a loose choke cable." "You hear that?" "The butterfly valve isn't closing' all the way." "Uh, last year I built an internal combustion engine and entered it in the science fair." "Yeah, well, you wouldn't happen to have it on you, would you?" "Ugh!" "Ow!" "I'm sorry." "You missed a spot." "This thing's startin' to look like a rocket." "Listen to this." ""Weld the washer" ""to the base of the rocket body," ""creating a combustion chamber and nozzle."" "We don't know how to weld." "Weld." "Homer, your brother's in metal shop." "Maybe he could, uh..." "Do we really need this nozzle thing?" "For cryin' out loud, the nozzle's the most important part." "It directs the flow of the hot gases!" "Hey, cool it, Quentin." "Man, talkin' about your hot gases." "I don't think your father would like you sneaking up in the middle of the night in here, and I know that he wouldn't like me welding for you on company time." "Well, what if I paid the company for your time?" "Homer, I can't." "I would lose my job." "I'm sorry." "Did you see Sputnik go over the other night?" "Nah." "'Cause it was beautiful." "I stood there and watched it streak across the sky." "And anywhere in the world, someone could look up and see exactly what I saw." "For once, it felt like Coalwood was part of the outside world." "Homer, believe me, there are much worse places than Coalwood in this world." "Besides, this is just a flying piece of steel." "You know, a rocket took it up there, Mr. Bykovsky." "I don't know." "I..." "When I was workin' on this rocket, I felt like," "I felt like I was, like I was Wernher von Braun." "Let me see." "Homer, it will be our secret." "Mr. Bykovsky did a dang good job on this." "Yeah, well, he used a washer for the weld." "Man, it looks just like it did in the picture." "Prodigious." "When, uh, when do we go?" "Give me that." "Uh, Saturday..." "What is this, a weapon of some kind?" "No, sir." "It's a, it's a rocket." "I don't allow dangerous devices on school grounds." "Mr. Turner, I asked Homer to bring that to school." "To show it in class." "You know, the boys are thinkin' about entering' that county science fair." "Be careful, gentlemen." "I'm gonna have my eye on you." "Thank you, Mr. Turner." "That science fair is rigged." "All the judges are from Welch, so only the kids from Welch ever win." "And besides, science fairs are for geeks." "No offense, Quentin." "Well, it's too bad you feel that way." "You know, the winners go on to the national Science fair in Indianapolis, and colleges from all over the country hand out scholarships." "It's great." "Have a good lunch, boys." "College scholarships for winning a science fair?" "Well, maybe it's not for you." "Well, what do you mean?" "Homer, you got a great mind." "But science requires math, which has never been one of your favorite subjects." "Can't just dream your way out of Coalwood, Homer." "Auk I. Stroke of genius, Homer." "It won't fly unless somebody lights the fuse." "What the hell is a Auk?" "It's a bird that don't fly." "What, kind of like a parakeet?" "Ready?" "Well, Youngstown's always been fair, Otis, but you're asking me to lay off damn near half the town." "The mine is just not producin' the way it was 10 years ago, John." "We're payin' the same labor for half the tonnage." "What if we were to open up a new shaft?" "That coal is down there, Otis." "You just let me go after it." "The Coalwood mine is givin' out, Mr. Hickam." "Move!" "Ten..." "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..." "Uh-oh." "Holy shit, it's headed for the mine!" "I told you we didn't know what we were doin'!" "I told you!" "Oh, no." "Oh, no." "I don't believe this." "Go ahead." "God in heaven, I thought it was a guided missile!" "I thought the damn Russians were attacking' us." "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." "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 calling' you that." "He'd never have done that to Jim." "They could catch Jim sticking' 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." "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." "I'm never goin' down there." "You better have a talk with your son, Elsie, 'cause he's out of control." "Where's my rocket stuff?" "Right where they belong." "Quentin, you know, that rocket went up at least 100 feet." "More like 200." "God..." "Man, will you cut it out, Roy Lee?" "Die, you son of a bitch." "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 say no more rockets?" "No." "He said no more rockets on company property." "Do you realize how far we'd have to go to get off company property?" "Yeah." "We have to go to Snakeroot." "Snakeroot?" "That's eight miles." "It's not that far." "I mean, we could walk if we have to." "Oh, walk." "That's a fantastic idea." "Let's go!" "Come on!" "Wake the hell up, will ya, Homer?" "I got about as much chance of winning' that science fair as you do winnin' a football scholarship." "I know I'm gonna be a miner." "I've known my entire life." "What the hell's so bad about mining' coal?" "Nothin', Roy Lee." "Coal mining's great." "That's why your stepdaddy's the biggest drunk in West Virginia." "I mean, come on, guys!" "You know the mine'll kill ya." "Did you ever hear the story about how O'Dell's dad died?" "Homer, will you forget it, man?" "Shut up, Homer." "A piece of slate caught him right in the neck and cut his head clear off." "Bitch!" "Come on!" "O'Dell!" "Get off of me!" "Hey, fellas." "We're lookin' for U.S. 52." "Uh, fellas?" "Uh, just, uh, stay left at the fork." "It's about another five miles straight ahead." "Thanks." "You fellas see the way she was lookin' at me?" "Man, you all wanna be coal miners, you all go ahead and be coal miners." "There." "There." "God's honest truth, Homer, what are the chances of a bunch of kids from Coalwood actually winnin' the National Science Fair?" "A million to one, O'Dell." "That good?" "Well, why didn't you say so?" "Come on." "Give me that." "Quentin." "What?" "We hiked eight miles for this?" "Oh, it's great." "What should we call it?" "How 'bout a slack dump?" "What about "No Man's Land"?" "Cape Coalwood." "I mean, it's perfect." "We could build a blockhouse over there, and..." "And a..." "And a..." "And a launchpad." "And we could even build a test stand!" "Dear Dr. Von Braun, our launch site, which we've named Cape Coalwood, is nearing completion." "Thanks to the generosity of local businesses." "Inspired by our efforts, everyone is anxious to help by donating materials." "We've been fortunate to have the support of our classmates." "And the whole community here in Coalwood is behind us." "Hey, Rocket Boy." "Mars is that way." "But no one has been more encouraging to our efforts than my father." "No, the company doesn't have any cement left over for launchpads." "I just thought I'd ask." "Besides, I told you no more rockets." "Uh, you said no more rockets on company property." "And Olga doesn't own Snakeroot." "So, you walk eight miles?" "Yes, sir." "Well, tell me something, Homer." "Uh, what exactly is this Wernher von Braun and the rest of those Germans accomplishing' anyway?" "'Cause if you ask me, it's nothin' but a stunt." "You think..." "You think catching' up to the Russians in space is a stunt?" "When the novelty wears off, they're all gonna be sent packing'." "Maybe then they'll have to find themselves a real job." "Like mining' coal?" "You listen here." "The coal we mine makes steel, Homer." "And if steel fails, this country fails." "If you had half a damn brain in your head, you'd know that." "Well, who's down there now?" "Hold on just a second." "Hey, listen here." "I had an engineer estimate a new walkway." "They had some cement left over, so it got caught in the rain..." "It's probably ruined." "But if you wanna haul it out, it's all yours." "Thanks, Dad." "I'll be down there in a minute." "And Miss Riley wanted to make sure you document your results." "You will be graded when she returns." "You have one hour." "Potassium chloride has a potassium atom." "If we mix it with sugar and add heat, we'll get three parts oxygen, two parts carbon dioxide, along with some other by-products." "In other words, lots of good expanding gases." "It should make an excellent propellant." "It smells like candy." "Ooh!" "Better get started." "All right, quick." "Get rid of it." "Mr. Bolden, have you seen Mr. Bykovsky around?" "He's not in the shop anymore." "Your dad sent him down to the mine." "He's takin' it out on you because you helped me." "That's enough of that." "Your father is a fair man." "If he's strict, it's because he has to be." "Besides, he did me a big favor, transferring me from the machine shop." "What are you talkin' about?" "I can make twice as much money down there working the high coal." "You can?" "I've got relatives in Europe 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." "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." " Come on, son." " 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!" "Eight, seven, six, five, four, three..." "Hey, look out!" "Mr. Bolden!" "Mr. Bolden, are you okay?" "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 prying' up the track?" "It's abandoned." "See, the county's covered with abandoned spur lines." "A mine shuts down, the track just rusts over." "$8.20." "This is worth $8.20?" "A ton." "Come on." "This thing weighs a ton all by itself!" "Four-hundred pounds." "Four-hundred pounds?" "All right." "O'Dell, you're sayin' this thing is worth a buck 65?" "Woo-hoo!" "Whoa." "O'Dell?" "I..." "It's abandoned." "Uh, look at the rust." "Caretta number two shut down in '51." "Shit!" "Get it up!" "Get it up!" "Just get it up!" "Give me a hand, man." "Come on!" "Forget it!" "Forget it!" "Just stop the train!" "Roy Lee!" " Stop!" " Stop!" "The track's out!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Stop it!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "The track!" "S.A.E. 10-20 bar stock." "Then go 30 degrees crucial." "When the fuel combusts, it creates a controlled explosion." "The nozzle directs a river of hot gas that can reach the speed of sound when it hits the mouth of the nozzle!" "Hey, Quentin." "Sorry." "It's called a tapered bore." "A tapered bore." "Now he's takin' off just a little bit at a time." "Good deed, good deed." "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." "We got one!" "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." "Listen." "I know these fellas, so let me do all the talkin'." "I'm not gonna say a word." "Is that rocket fuel or what?" "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." "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 losing' your virginity goodbye." "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." "Hey, Homer, come on." "We don't got all day." "Shut up, Jim." "Homer, everything ready?" "Wait, wait." "What?" "What do you mean, wait?" "Where are you goin'?" "Hurry up, y'all." "All right." "It won't fly unless somebody pulls the string." " Ten..." " Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four..." "Oh, my God!" "That's great!" "Homer, that was unbelievable!" "Let's go, Dorothy." "I'll tell you what's unbelievable..." "The captain of the football team bein' jealous of you." "What you think about gettin' in that science fair now?" "I think we got a chance." "Well, bless her heart." "Aunt Joanne hasn't seen you in about a year and a half." "You look like a sausage." "He does not." "Happy birthday, Homer." "It'll stretch some when you wear it." "You be sure and send her a nice thank you note now." "All right." "John?" "Huh?" "Oh, happy birthday, Homer." "And I got this in the mail." "Must be a present from Grandma." "What's this?" "Oh, it's an autographed picture." "Of Grandma?" "Rather get socks." "Wernher von Braun." "Well, wonder how he knew it was your birthday." "I don't reckon he did." ""Dear Homer, congratulations on your rocket building." ""Continue your education and maybe one day..."" "Boy, you better take an interest in your own damn town." "Instead of wasting' your time, worrying' about Wernher von Braun and, uh, uh, Cape Canaveral." "John, it's his birthday." "All right, Homer." "Uh..." "Yeah?" "Homer, there's strike talk starting' up again." "Your father's..." "Yeah, he's got a lot on his mind." "Yeah, well, I don't give a damn." ""Principles of Guided Missile Design."" "I had Miss Waters order it for you a while back, and it just came." "I know the math is too advanced for you." "It is for me too." "There's Calculus, differential equations..." "No, I'll learn the math." "This is great, Miss Riley." "I'll learn everything." "It's the best present that anyone's ever given me." "Thank you." "I'm gonna show the guys." "Well, Quentin will probably go cra..." "Goodness gracious, Hickam." "Watch where you're goin'." "Just..." "Where'd you get this?" "I gave it to him." "Bye, Miss Riley." "Miss Riley, our job is to give these kids an education, not false hopes." "False hopes?" "Do you want me to sit quiet, let 'em breathe in coal dust the rest of their life?" "Miss Riley, once in a while, a lucky one will get out on a football scholarship." "The rest of 'em work in the mines." "How about I believe in the unlucky ones, hmm?" "I have to, Mr. Turner, or I'd go out of my mind." "It's good, it's good." "Hey, Homer." "Happy birthday, Son." "Got some good news for you, Homer." "Say hello to Fred Smith from the University of West Virginia." "Hello, Homer." "Hi, sir." "Mr. Smith wants Jim to play football there." "He's offering' him a full scholarship." "Well, congratulations, Jim." "Do you play ball, son?" "No, Homer shoots off rockets." "Whoosh and all that st..." "Well, rockets are not exactly my field, son, but maybe if you work hard enough, you'll get to college too." "Yeah, on a science fiction scholarship, maybe." "Jim." "Dear Dr. von Braun, thank you for the autographed picture." "It will only further inspire me to keep working toward our all-important goal of entering that science fair this spring." "We're shootin' off a rocket today." "I thought you'd like to come see it." "I gotta catch up on some work." "How come..." "How come you never have work when Jim plays football?" "You never miss a game." "What time are you gonna do it?" "About 4:00." "Uh, I can't promise you..." "Somebody pulled a pillar too close." "Yeah?" "Well, thank God for that." "Yeah, right now." "Nobody hurt." "Go, Rocket Boys!" "Ten!" "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, liftoff!" "You got it?" "Can you see?" "Uh, no." "Yes." "See it?" "Yeah, I see it." "What's the time?" "Looks like 12 seconds." "Which one of you fellas is Homer Hickam?" "Um, it's me, sir." "I'm Basil Thorpe with the Bluefield Telegraph." "Can I ask you a few questions?" "Sure." ""The silvery cylinder burst forth" ""in a fiery column of smoke and flame," ""racing the very wind as it soared into the sky," ""a messenger of these Rocket Boys of Big Creek..." ""These boys who use their brains, not brawn," ""who play not football, but with Apollo's fire."" "Hi, Homer." "Hi, Dorothy." "Would you please sign my newspaper?" "Sure." "I just know you're gonna be really famous someday." "H-O-M-E-R." "Which one of you fellas is Homer Hickam?" "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "What you cost the taxpayers..." "What in the world is goin' on?" "Miss Riley, this does not concern you." "You have these boys in handcuffs." "You have these boys in handcuffs in a high school, Mr. Turner." "You probably heard about the forest fire last week over by Welch." "A lot of timber went up." "Mr. Turner, you take these handcuffs off these boys." "They found a rocket on the side of the road." "We knew it started the fire, ma'am." "What we didn't know is where it came from, till this morning." "Mr. Hickam, can you account for all your rockets?" "No, sir." "I can't." "If you weren't a minor, you'd be in the state penitentiary." "I know, Dad." "I..." "Homer, I've been confused by you," "I've been mad as hell at you." "But, boy, it's the first time in your life I've been ashamed of you." "You couldn't stop, man." "You couldn't!" "Get in the car, Homer!" "Homer, get in the car." "Idiot!" "I ought to goddamn kill ya." "We ain't at the mine now." "This ain't your business." "You get in the car with Homer, son." "You listen to me, you drunken son of a bitch." "If that boy's father was alive, he'd kick your ass." "So I'm gonna have to do it for him." "If I see him with a bruise, you get a scar." "If I see him with a limp, you get crutches!" "You hear me?" "Do you hear me?" "You know, I'm reportin' you to the Union!" "Screw you and your damn Union." "Your father was one of the best men I ever had working' for me." "I was lucky to know him." "Come on." "Let's go have some fun for a change." "They watched us get arrested." "We're practically ex-convicts." "They'll never dance with us." "Jesus, Quentin." "You don't know anything about women." "I heard she broke up with that dumb jock." "See you later, Elvis." "Hi, Homer." "Hi, Dorothy." "Jim, look who's here." "Yeah, ain't it past your bedtime?" "Let's go." "Hey, Jim." "Way to go." "Hi, Valentine." "I'm glad you didn't go to jail." "It sure was exciting watching your rockets go up." "You ever see that movie, Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman?" "Homer!" "Homer!" "Down here!" "Homer!" "Homer!" "Homer!" "What is it?" "Mom!" "Mom!" "Mom?" "Your father always has to be the big hero." "I swear to God, if he gets killed, I won't shed a tear." "It's comin' up!" "Who..." "Who is it?" "It's Ike Bykovsky." "Bykovsky." "It's John Hickam!" "Dad, Dad!" "The cable snapped." "May have fractured his skull!" "Get out of the way." "Move back, folks!" "Let us through here!" "Tell you what, Homer." "A dozen men would've died today if it hadn't been for your dad." "Thank you, Doctor." "Mmm-hmm." "Bye-bye." "The, uh, doctor says there's a chance your dad could lose his eye." "He has to go to the hospital in Charleston, and Olga won't pay for all of it." "I'm gonna go down to the mine and ask Jake Mosby to sign me on." "You can't do that, Jim." "You've got school." "Olga owns this house, Mom, and half the furniture in it." "If you drop out, you'll lose your scholarship." "Homer, I'm the oldest." "It's my responsibility." "I'll work in the mine." "Here you are, Mr. Turner." "Thank you, Miss Wade." "Mining coal is an honorable trade, Mr. Hickam." "Nothing to be ashamed of." "Miss Riley!" "Miss Riley!" "Turn your light on, boy." "Remember when you gave me these, John?" "Carbon crystals from the mine." "Yeah." "Honeymoon." "At Myrtle Beach." "And you said, "You always wanted diamonds." ""But these are the best I can do." "I wish they were real."" "John, I never wanted diamonds." "This whole year has been pretty rough going down at the mine." "Bad tempers and a lot of strike talk." "An accident makes things worse." "In a way, I guess," "I'm the one who's responsible for what happened to Mr. Bykovsky." "Listen to me, Homer." "Last month," "I gave Ike the chance to go back to the machine shop, and he turned it down." "Yeah, he stayed in the mine 'cause the money was better." "That was his decision." "You understand me?" "Yes, sir." "Well, is mining coal as terrible as you figured it'd be?" "I guess not." "But almost." "Everybody says to say hi." "Michael and Billy." "Valentine Carmina." "How about Miss Riley?" "She ain't been around much." "She got some new boyfriend over in Welch." "So, uh, what's it like down there?" "You get used to it after a while." "Besides, shoveling coal has got its advantages." "Check this out." "Man, no wonder my stepdad can slug me so good." "After a month down there, you'd be able to knock him out." "Well, I ain't in no hurry." "See ya all later." "See ya, man." "See ya, Homer." "In Christ's name, we pray." "Amen." "Amen." "We appreciate the sacrifice you made here, Homer." "But pretty soon, you'll be able to go back and finish up the school year." "I'm not going back to school." "A few weeks left in the term," "I'll just stay put." "Well, I think you ought to finish high school." "Well, tell him, John." "Homer's not a boy anymore." "I don't think I can tell him anything." "John, is the cutoff was not done proper according to contract." "Well, the company did what it had to do." "Well, you know the Union won't put up with it." "Just give it a rest, Jake." "It's my first day back." "Hey, Lenny, how's he doing?" "He's a chip off the old block, John." "It's good to have you back." "Thank you." "Hi." "I'm headed toward the face." "You wanna come along?" "Even though I don't have that piece of paper, the thing from college, they listen to me." "You know why?" "'Cause you know more than they do." "You bet your life I do." "Homer," "I know the mine like I know a man." "Heck, I can take one look around here..." "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm not afraid of a little coal dust." "Hell, Homer, I was born for this." "I guess it shouldn't surprise me that you were too." "Let's go watch 'em shoot some coal." "Elsie, hold dinner for a while, will you?" "I have to make a call." "Homer," "I was in the store today, and I heard some talk." "Boy, it's sure hard to keep a secret in this town, isn't it?" "But I guess I did a pretty good job." "You know, there's a rumor going around that I been sneaking off to Welch to see some beau." "I wish that rumor'd been true." "Yeah." "They told me Hodgkin's can go into remission, so I might have some time." "Is there anything I can do, Miss Riley?" "You can accept my apology." "For what?" "My life's work is teaching." "And I believed that if you boys won that science fair, got scholarships, went off and did something great with your lives," "somehow my life would have counted for something." "Homer." "You know what?" "Sometimes you really can't listen to what anybody else says." "You just gotta listen inside." "You're not supposed to end up in those mines." "You know why?" "'Cause I think you made other plans." "I want you to know something." "I'm proud of you." "I am." "Whatever you choose." "Excuse me, ma'am, is Quentin home?" "Quentin." "Homer, you figured this equation out by yourself?" "Well, if I did the math right." "It proves that you can't..." "It proves we didn't start that fire!" "Quentin, what're you doin'?" "Now, the Auk XIII was the only one that we couldn't find that day." "And our best guess for fall time with the Auk XIII, which is exactly identical, was about 14 seconds." "If you help me with the trig part, Quentin, we should be able to make a good guess where that rocket landed." "Six thousand, three hundred and twenty-eight feet." "1.2 miles." "Homer?" "Yeah?" "Are you gonna tell Roy Lee and O'Dell where I live?" "It wouldn't matter if you lived in the governor's mansion, they'd still think you're weird." "I'll see you at dawn." "Don't you have to go to the mine?" "I don't work there anymore." "One." "Two." "Ninety-nine." "A hundred seven." "One hundred and twenty-six." "That's 6,300 feet." "It's gotta be around here somewhere." "What'd we do wrong?" "I don't know." "I..." "I'll check the math again." "Was there a wind that day?" "I..." "I don't remember." "'Cause if there was, the wind probably came from the west, which means that it would've pushed the rocket..." "Right there." "Prodigious." "...Associated..." "Mr. Hayes, where you off to in such a hurry?" "Okay, everybody, back in your seats." "Miss Stanton, Miss Blue, let's go, back in your seats." "Mr. Hancock." "That goes for you too, Mr. Wilson." "Miss Riley, what's going on in here?" "They didn't start that fire, Mr. Turner." "In the first place, you are not a member of this classroom." "Neither are you, Mr. Turner." "Why don't you let the boy defend himself?" "And in the second place, this rocket proves nothing." "You've already admitted having lost a number of your rockets." "You cannot prove conclusively that another one of them didn't start that fire." "Yes, I can." "Are we to conclude, Mr. Hickam, that since leaving school, you've not only become an expert in rocket science, but in the field of trigonometry?" "I didn't say that I was a rock..." "Obviously, you learned more in the coal mines than you did in high school." "Let the boy talk." "Go ahead, Homer." "Now, that fire was near Welch, just under three miles from our launchpad." "And at the time of the fire, the best that we could do was 1.2 miles, which is exactly where we found that rocket, Mr. Turner." "See, Mr. Turner, that rocket fell for about 14 seconds, which means that it flew to an altitude of 3,000 feet." "According to the equation," ""S" equals one-half "A" "T" squared, where "S" is the altitude, "A" is the gravity constant or 32, and "T" is the time it took for that rocket to come back down." "Velocity equals acceleration times time." "Get him, Homer, get him." "Are you following this, Mr. Turner?" "All right, we're all duly impressed." "But do you mind telling me, if you did not start that fire, who did?" "What is it?" "Whatever it is, it's ingenious." "The fins are spring-loaded." "That isn't a rocket at all." "It's an aeronautical flare." "There's an airport here in Welch." "It's right above where the fire started." "Mr. Hickam, report to my office as soon as we return to school." "You do intend to enter the county science fair, do you not?" "Yes, sir, we do." "Well, if you intend to represent Big Creek, you're gonna have to be enrolled as a student at Big Creek." ""Prodigenous."" "Do you think you can draw well enough so Mr. Bolden could build it?" "Yep." "Let me see." "Yeah." "Hey, Homer." "Hi, Dad." "What's this stuff doin' here?" "Mr. Hickam, we didn't start the fire." "The troopers gave it back to us." "Yeah, it wasn't even one of our rockets." "It was an aeronautical flare." "Y'all go on home now." "Yes, sir." "This the reason you skipped work today?" "Yes, sir." "I thought you put all this nonsense behind you, Homer." "I thought you weren't gonna be doin' it..." "Dad, it isn't nonsense." "I..." "I don't wanna argue with you." "Look, son," "I can't even begin to tell you how proud of you I've been these past weeks." "I mean, you've just been doin' a hell of a job in that mine." "You keep goin', you're gonna have my job someday." "Everybody says so." "You got any idea how proud that would make me?" "Dad, but I..." "I guess what I'm sayin' is, is that if this rocket stuff is so important to you, then so be it, as long as you're careful." "Guess there's worse hobbies you could have." "But skipping' work, that's out of line." "And you gotta know that." "So let's go and get you right with Jake." "Tell him you'll work the hoot owl shift tonight." "No." "The coal mine's your life." "It's not mine." "I'm never going down there again." "I wanna go into space." "Home Hickam, Roy Lee Cook, Quentin Wilson, and Sherman O'Dell of Big Creek High, for their ingenious display of amateur rocket-building techniques." "I can't believe we beat the kid with the robot dog." "And I thought the see-through ear was gonna win." "I got Miss Wade workin' on your travel arrangements, so you boys are gonna have to decide who's goin' to Indianapolis." "We're all goin'." "Yeah." "Son, I wish you could, but we can't afford to send all four of you." "Only one." "Let me know what you decide." "I'm gonna have to know by Friday." "You boys did a fine job today." "I need to borrow a suitcase, and I'm gonna need you guys' addresses, because I'm gonna write some postcards." "Oh, you shut up, Roy Lee." "Come on, you dope." "You know, you're goin', Homer." " Yeah." " Yeah." "Say hello to the outside world for us." "Do we know what we want?" "Yeah!" " Are we gettin' it?" " No!" "All right!" "All in favor of goin' out on strike, say "Aye"!" "Aye!" "All right, let's go!" "All right, settle down!" "Let's go!" "Strike!" "Strike!" "Strike!" "Well, they sure are gettin' themselves worked up." "Everybody's sayin' this one's gonna be a long one." "And it will, if I have anything to say about it." "Ungrateful sons of bitches." "Mom, have you seen the big green suitcase?" "Did you look in the attic?" "Yes, ma'am." "Well, I don't know." "John, you know where the suitcase is?" "How the hell should I know where the suitcase is?" "I don't know, sug." "John!" "Y'all stay inside!" "Earl Lee!" "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!" "Oh, don't be a damn fool." "All right, well, what are we gonna do?" "Nothin'." "Drunken bastard couldn't hit the broad side of a barn." "He tried to kill you, Dad." "Yeah, Dad, you can't just stand..." "Hey, hey, don't trouble yourself, Homer." "You got more important things to worry about." "Just go look for your suitcase." "Forget about it, Homer." "Shut up, Jim!" "Listen, I'm sorry about what's goin' on around here, but it isn't my fault!" "What do you want from me anyway?" "Better watch yourself, Homer!" "If I win at Indianapolis, maybe I can go to college, maybe even get a job at Cape Canaveral!" "There's nothing here for me!" "The town is dyin'!" "The mine is dyin'!" "Everybody knows it here but you!" "You wanna get out of here so bad, then go!" "Go!" "Yeah, I'll go!" "Yeah, I'll go!" "Go, go!" "I'll go!" "And I'll be gone forever!" "I won't even look back!" "Welcome to Indianapolis." "Visitors to the fair will include prominent members of every branch of the national scientific community." "The fair will be open to the public over the next two days." "The following day, the judges will arrive to select the winners." "By timing the rocket's descent, we would be able to figure out just how high the rocket flew." "Would you like to see?" "This is a de Laval nozzle." "Do any of y'all know what a de Laval noz..." "Two, please." "The judges always go for the most expensive exhibits." "That guy with the biosphere's gonna win." "I don't think so." "My money's on the kid with the rocket display." "Have you seen it yet?" "It's really cool." "Mr. Owens, to the security office." "Mr. Owens, to the security office, please." "It's not like we got a hell of a lot of time, Roy Lee." "The judging is tomorrow." "There's nothin' we can do without Mr. Bolden." "And he can't get anywhere near the machine shop." "They even took my picture of Dr. von Braun." "They stole everything." "Leon, what are you doing back here?" "You know you shouldn't be seen back here." "I know, Elsie, but Homer's in trouble." "Elsie, I don't have the power to settle this strike." "The bosses listen to you." "They'll do what you tell 'em." "I am not gonna crawl on my belly in front of those miserable Union rats." "Is that what this is about, John?" "Is this about your pride?" "No, it's about what's best for Coalwood." "If this mine doesn't produce, then the town dies." "Think the Union gives a good damn about that?" "They're nothin' but a bunch of greedy sons of bitches that..." "Shut up, John." "Just shut up." "Homer once said you love the mine more than your own family." "And I stuck up for you 'cause I didn't wanna believe it." "Homer has gotten a lot of help from the people in this town." "They've helped him build his rockets, they've gone out there and watched him fly 'em." "But not you, John." "You never showed up." "Not even once." "Now, I'm not asking you to believe in him, but he's your son, for God's sake, John." "And I am askin' you to help him." "If you don't, I'll leave you." "I'll find work." "I'll do whatever it takes to get away from here." "I'll live in a tree to get away from you." "Don't you think I won't." "Where would you go?" "Myrtle Beach." "I guess we all know this isn't gonna fix things, uh, at least not for long." "We know you did what you could for us." "Jake." "Thanks." "Leon." "Yes, John." "Don't you have some work to do?" "It's packed and shipped and on its way." "Be at the bus station, 8:00 a.m." "Okay, Mom, but how'd you..." "Your father, Homer." "It was your father." "Give 'em hell, Homer!" "Good luck, sweetie." "Bye." "Thanks, Dad." "When the rocket propellant burns, it produces a river of gas which flows through the convergent section of the nozzle." "If the river continues through the nozzle, or through the throat at less than sonic speed, that is to say, less than the speed of sound, it becomes compact in the..." "Compacted in the divergent section, bound in turmoil and inefficient." "Lyle Wells and Jean Cooper, Schrader High School, McMinnville, Oregon." "Now, ladies and gentlemen, the big moment." "The highest scholastic achievement award for Science." "The national science fair first prize gold medal goes to Homer Hickam," "Quentin Wilson, Roy Lee Cook and Sherman O'Dell," "Big Creek High School, McDowell County, West Virginia." "Tom Webster of Virginia State College." "I wanna talk to you about a scholarship." "Jack Palmer, Virginia Tech." "We got the best science program in the state, buddy, okay?" "Congratulations, son." "Good luck to you." "What did he say to you?" "What did who say?" "Von Braun." "That was Wernher von Braun." "You just shook his hand." "Oh, Homer, I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, Mom." "He's not here, hon." "Where's Miss Riley?" "Hello, Miss Riley." "Hi, Homer." "Hi." "Hi." "Oh!" "You did it!" "I knew you would." "The Rocket Boys are goin' to college." "We all got scholarships." "And you know what?" "From now on, every school year," "I'm gonna brag to all my new students about how I taught Homer Hickam and the Rocket Boys." "Maybe one day, one of them'll feel like they can do what y'all did." "You know, just, stuff like that takes time." "Will you let me out?" "I don't know what they were doin', charging Olga for that kind of a pump." "Hell, why don't we salvage something up here?" "Hey, Dad." "Hi." "Hello, Homer." "I just wanted to tell you how much" "I appreciate what you did for me." "I know it wasn't easy for you, so thank you." "And we're shootin' off our last rocket today at 5:00, so if you'd like to come see it..." "I got a lot of work to do." "All right." "Well, I just thought I'd ask." "Hear you met your big hero." "Didn't even know it." "Look," "I know you and me don't exactly see eye to eye on certain things." "I mean, man, we don't see eye to eye on just about anything." "But, Dad, I come to believe that I got it in me to be somebody in this world." "And it's not because I'm so different from you either." "It's 'cause I'm the same." "You know, I can be just as hardheaded and just as tough." "I only hope I can be as good a man as you are." "I mean, sure," "Dr. Von Braun's a great scientist, but he isn't my hero." "It's our last rocket." "Yeah, let's do it." "Wire it up for me, will ya?" "Yeah." "I gotta do something." "Hi, Homer." "Hi." "Congratulations on winning the science fair." "It's gotta be the most exciting thing that's ever happened around here." "Yeah." "Um, I was thinking, Homer, if..." "If you've got some time..." "Excuse me, Dorothy." "Hi." "Hi." "Good luck." "Thanks." "Hey, everybody, can we have your attention, please?" "Come on, Homer, let her fly!" "We're gonna launch the rocket in a minute, but we'd like to say thank you first." "If it wasn't for y'all, we'd never have gotten into any science fair." "We'd probably never have gotten past blowing' up my mom's fence." "But we did, because of your help and support." "And this is for Coalwood." "There are a few people who believed in us even before we did." "We'd like to dedicate this rocket to them." "To Ike Bykovsky." "To Mr. Bolden, who helped us so much." "To the person who first inspired us, our teacher, Miss Riley." "And, finally, I'd like to dedicate this rocket to my mom and to..." "My dad." "You know, it, uh, won't fly unless somebody pushes the button." "It's yours, if you want it." "Ten, nine..." "Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." "Look at it go, Homer." "This one's gonna go for miles."