The Company Men Page #6

a gun and shoot me.

Just shoot me.

Oh, let me see.

Let me get the neosporin.

I hate your brother,

I f***ing hate him.

I don't think I can go back.

- Sure you can.

Too thin, add another

sack to the mix.

Easy work, huh Bobby?

Pretty much like moving

cost reports from...

the in-box to the

out-box, am I right?

Didn't say nothing.

What do you have planned today?

Not much.

Ed and Dana invited us

to dinner tonight.

Who?

- My old friends.

Seven thirty.

Pick up a nice bottle

of Pinot when you go out, okay?

Okay.

Hi, Phil Woodward. I have an---

Just sign in and take a seat.

Hell Jack, you hear that?

Bob gets twelve weeks pay, when

they f***ing sh*t-canned him.

My uncle Tommy worked for the

phone company nineteen years.

They laid him off ten months

short of lifetime medical.

They hire him back,

like four months later.

Half his old wages, no benefits.

What's this?

- It's your paycheck.

Hey, Jack? There's an

extra two hundred in this.

I must have made a mistake, Bob.

You going to be alright

sleeping in the...

same room as your

sister for a while?

Sure.

All tucked in?

- Yeah, Dad.

I couldn't wait to

get out of this house.

My parents, the

neighborhood, the church.

I was going to be the CEO.

She seems nice, Dad.

Good with kids.

She have any of her own?

- Hey.

What? Never too late to start.

Think you and Susan could

get away for a week in June?

We've rented a house

out on Stonewall Beach.

June? Maybe...

So, you keeping busy?

Yeah, I've been asked join a

couple boards. Dynex, Procar.

You going to do it?

- I don't know, I think I'm...

I think I'm tired of board rooms.

Why don't you start

a consulting firm?

Yeah?

- Sure.

There is always somebody

out there willing to...

pay an opinionated old bastard

for some shitty advice.

So what do you say to

the Vineyard in June?

Your mother will be okay.

You two talking?

She's having a pretty rough time.

She's talking about

selling the house.

Look Daddy, I found another egg!

Where's Mike?

- He got busted again.

For what?

Drunk and disorderly, assault.

He managed to take a swing

at one of the cops, too.

Nice.

Bobby?

- Yeah.

You still have your tool belt?

- Yeah.

Why don't you grab it.

- Alright!

Oh, Jesus!

I thought I had it measured right.

You gotta rip out all this

sh*t before Jack sees it.

The whole thing?

- Yeah, all of it.

Use your speed

square as a spacer.

Get it on two points...

Gimme that!

Alright?

You got it?

- Yeah.

You got it?

- Yeah.

You finally done?

- That side, yeah.

Jesus Christ, that's ugly.

If you need another guy, I know

somebody who could use a job.

Yeah? Well whoever it is, let's

hope he isn't as slow as you are.

Okay.

He ever sing on key?

- Nope.

What're you doing?

Ah, getting drunk.

I called outplacement, to see

if you wanted to have lunch.

They said you haven't been

coming in much lately.

Oh, yeah?

- A couple of weeks now.

No kidding?

Miss?

What'd you say I give

you a ride home?

Can't go home.

Lorna doesn't want the

neighbors to know that I got fired,

so I can't show up until after six.

Makes me haul my briefcase

back and forth, too.

You see the Journal this morning?

They listed how much

CEOs made last year.

Know who was

seventeenth on the list?

James Salinger, GTX.

Want to go to the movies?

Take you to a matinee.

I'm sure they still have matinees.

We can get a bucket of popcorn,

couple of those big colas.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, beautiful.

What're you smiling at?

A man called today from

Chicago. Fred Munder?

He said he was

impressed with your...

resume, wants you

to give him a call.

His phone number's over there.

Detroit is where he's based,

the guy's a headhunter.

I just thought the

job was in Boston.

It is in Boston. I'm going to go

there, I'm going to stay at Motel 6.

Okay? I'm going to eat

very inexpensively.

The job is a Vice-President

of Sales and Marketing

with extensive experience

in transportation.

This is it, this is me, this is my job.

I don't know what else I can

look for, this is the one!

Excuse me, I have an appointment

with Frederick Munder,

Robert Walker.

Mr. Walker?

- Yes.

I'm Jane Nefeld, Mr.

Munder's assistant.

Hi.

You say you have an appointment?

Yes, at 10.

- I don't see it.

I spoke to Mr. Munder myself, so...

Friday at 10.

We talked two days ago.

Oh, my. He has you down for

next Friday, the seventeeth.

Can you come back next week?

- I flew in from Boston.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I don't mind just sitting

in the waiting room.

Or I can come back

this afternoon, my...

flight doesn't leave until tonight.

Mr. Munder is in

Dallas on business.

He won't be back

'til next Wednesday.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Got caught on a call.

No problem, I got a drink.

Looks good. I'll have

what he's having.

Hang on, you know you want?

I'll have the Cobb, no bacon.

Ah... rib-eye,

medium-rare, with fries.

Sorry to rush things, I have to get...

back for a staff a

meeting at one thirty.

You look great, you losing weight?

Oh yeah, well, dying my hair.

So how are you doing?

- I'm fine,

sending out a lot of resumes.

You're lucky to be out of it.

Word on the street is you're

looking for a foreign exec.

You have someone

to recommend?

Yeah, me.

It's international, all travel.

I have extensive

overseas experience.

I'm sure you do.

You mind my asking,

how old are you, Phil?

You're not worried I'll sue?

I wouldn't hire anyone

over thirty for that job.

It's a killer.

Out of the country five

out of every six weeks.

Travel's not a problem.

Why don't you cash it

in? Sh*t, I would.

Go lie on a beach.

I can't afford to go

lie on a f***ing beach.

I can't recommend you

for the job, Phil.

They'd laugh me out of the office.

Lorna's pretty worried about you,

has you wrapped around

a tree someplace.

Sons of b*tches!

Motherfuckers!

Tom Brady couldn't

hit that building...

from here on his best day.

Sarah's tuition for Brown is due.

I write the check, I

can't make the mortgage.

Hell, I could...

- No, you stop it.

You know the worst part?

The world didn't stop.

The newspaper still

came every morning,

the automatic sprinklers

shut off at six,

Jeff next door still

washed his car every Sunday.

My life ended,

and nobody noticed.

Hey, Bobby.

- Yeah.

Boss says it's quitting time.

- Alright.

Where's Jack?

Still working. Come on, I'm buying.

What's he doing?

He's working late, to make

the completion deadline.

To get the bonus.

- He doesn't want our help?

He can't pay us.

- He could pay us out of the bonus.

He needs the bonus to break even.

He underbid to get the job to keep

us working through the winter.

Can Maggie give

Sally a ride home?

We used to make something here.

Back before we got

lost in the paperwork.

At one time we had a

frigate right here.

Back there, a guided

missile cruiser.

Phil started out here

in hull assembly.

He was a skinny little

bastard, fearless.

He'd hang upside down

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