doing.
Be watching news on TV that's so bad,
it makes you nauseous.
So bad that you get in your car
to get some fresh air...
and after five minutes,
you realize...
the air's so dirty,
you can't breathe.
If you're lucky enough
to get back to your house...
that looks the same
as everybody else's...
you find that your wife
is as fat as she ever was.
And the only reason your kids
aren't strung out on the drugs...
they were using is because
they've found some new drugs...
which screw 'em up even more,
and that's just the good part.
You people don't appreciate
how good you've got it down here.
- Don't let me interrupt you, Mr. Cobb.
- That's all right. I was just finished.
- How are you feeling there?
- I'm okay.
- See the doc yet?
- No.
Well, you better let the doc
take a look at you after dinner.
- Since he was busy earlier.
- When we needed him.
Why don't you let me
handle the doc.
Makes me feel better already.
I was looking at the shack
maintenance hours outstanding.
I see where this is going.
All of us owe some shack maintenance
time. Tonight would be a good time.
No way, Mr. Beck.
No bleepin' way.
You can't call shack duty
on top of a full shift.
That's a union violation.
It's in the contract.
Right on, Cobb.
Let's hear it for the shop steward.
Hear that, Becky? The company's
got to abide by the rules.
I know about the contract.
You can follow the letter...
of the contract to the law and spend
an extra workday gettin' it done...
or you can get it done tonight
and call tomorrow a down day.
- What, are you giving us the day off?
- Looks that way.
What about our quota?
You're only 25 tons off quota.
You're bound to go way over that
by the last day.
Look, folks, it's just a day off.
It don't make no difference to me.
It's just up to you.
I thought it might be good.
- Hell, I could use a day off.
- Me too.
- What the hell.
- Okay, shop stewarпs three.
- Four.
- Four. Anybody else?
- Six.
- All right, here's what we got.
Mr. Cobb, we still got that rattle
in the air duct somewhere.
- Take a look at that.
- Okay.
Williams, run a diagnostic
on DeJesus's suit.
- Anybody else got any suit problems?
- Yeah, my pocket.
Can you check my pocket, sweetheart?
Good evening. Name's Thompson.
Party of one.
My reservation was 8:15.
Not too near the orchestra, please.
Are you gonna come
to work tomorrow, Doc?
No, I'll be on the golf course
in the morning.
Then, if I don't have
any babies to deliver...
I could stop by after lunch.
We almost had an accident today.
DeJesus's suit.
You have something
to say to me?
Yeah. Section 1412...
of the Tri-Oceanic manual requires...
a mining shack's medical officer
to be present in the control room...
during all exterior operations.
I just wanna make real damn sure
that's clear.
I'll keep it to nine holes
in the morning.
Thank you, sir, for taking care
of that situation.
- Listen to it, for Christ's sake.
- It's just gettin' old, that's all.
You don't see Doc opening me up
every time my joints start to creak.
As long as it's recycling
the air, let it be. Come on.
Ten to one it's a short.
Piece of cake.
Great.
Oh, mama! What a pair.
What'd you say?
I said, "What a pair."
Our shack boss and his washed-up
doctor buddy make quite a...
- What did you think I said?
- That you liked my boobs.
You watch the old Cobb magic,
all right?
Compliments of Bowman.
Yeah.
How in the hell did you do that?
You don't say anything to anybody.
Job security.
All right? Let's go.
Now, wait a minute, man.
How in the hell did you do that?
That's clean.
But there's nothing wrong with it.
Oh, my God!
Come here, Kuki.
Sixpack, you shit!
Surprise!
How much silver are we gonna
start taking out of that mine again?
Well, Martin, I think you've got
an honest-to-God bonanza on your hands.
You can haul us out in a couple of days.
This mine will play itself.
When I told the Director
of Atlantic