[Henry Ford II enters the assembly plant.]
Shut it down, Mr. Beebe
Leo Beebe [Leo Beebe turns around and faces the head engineer.]
John!
[The head engineer nods and shuts down the assembly line.]
Hear that? That's the sound of the Ford Motor Company out of business.
[Henry II walks around the plant.]
In 1899, my grandfather, Henry "By God" Ford, was walking home from Edison Illumination after working a double shift. He was ruminating. That morning, he had himself an idea that changed the world. Sixty-five years, and 47 million automobiles later, what shall be his legacy? Getting it in the tail pipe from a Chevy Impala!
[Some of the workers chuckle.]
Here's what I want you to do. Walk home.
[The workers suddenly go silent.]
While you're walking, I want you to ruminate. Man comes to my office with an idea, that man keeps his job. Rest of you, second-best losers... stay home. You don't belong at Ford.
Leo Beebe [Henry II reads the newspaper headline of Fiat buying Ferrari before dropping the paper and picking up his glass to pour a drink.]
He played us. Old Man Enzo had no intention of selling to us. He used us to up his price, embarrass our company and insult your leadership. It was a bad idea from the start.
[Henry II approaches the executives that went to Italy]
What exactly did he say?
[Henry II takes a sip.]
He said Ford makes ugly little cars, and we make 'em... in an ugly factory. He said our executives are sons of whores.
[Henry II approaches Iacocca]
About me.
He called you fat, sir. Pigheaded.
He said you're not Henry Ford. You're Henry Ford II.
[Henry II stares at Iacocca before walking back to his desk.]
I want the best engineers. The best drivers. I don't care what it costs. We're gonna build a race car...
[Henry II puts down his glass]
And we're gonna bury that goddamn greasy wop 100 feet deep under the finish line at Le Mans. And I will be there to watch it.
PM Peter Miles
[Ken Miles and his son Peter attend the Ford Mustang launch event and see a Mustang on display.]
Whoa. Dad, look at that. Hah. The Ford Mustang. What do you think?
[Ken looks around the Mustang.]
I think it's a secretary's car.
PM Peter Miles
I like it.
Leo Beebe [Peter opens the passenger door to take a look at the interior. Leo Beebe notices this.]
Oh. Excu... Excuse me. Would you, would you not do that?
PM Peter Miles
Oh. Sorry.
Leo Beebe [Peter closes the door while Ken looks at Beebe.]
Oh, er, is this, is this your son?
Leo Beebe Would you ask him to keep his hands off the paintwork?
[Peter takes his hand off the roof.]
No, no, no, Peter, You're okay.
[Ken looks at Beebe]
Who are you?
Leo Beebe Leo Beebe, Senior Executive Vice President, Ford Motor Company.
Leo Beebe I'm responsible for the launch of the Mustang.
Ah! At least now we know who's responsible. Don't get me wrong, Lenny.
Leo Beebe Leo.
It looks fantastic. But inside, it's a lump of lard, dressed up to fool the public. My advice is, lose the inline-six and that idiotic three-speed, shorten the wheelbase, somehow lose half a ton, and lower the price.
But even then, I'd still choose a Chevy Chevelle. And that's a **** terrible car.
