The Company Men Page #7

all day long in...

a bosuns chair, seventy feet off the

shop floor, welding

an inside seam.

I mean... Jesus!

Two thousand men a shift,

three shifts a day.

Six thousand men earned an

honest wage in that room.

Fed their kids, bought homes,

Made enough to send

their kids to college,

and buy a second car.

Building something

they could see.

Not just figures on

a balance sheet,

but a ship. They could

see, smell, touch.

Those men knew their worth,

they knew who they were.

One day you're making

fifty dollars,

the next day five thousand,

and then one day five million.

You start out with a crazy plan,

take insane risks,

barely make enough money

to feed your family.

not a chance in hell

you're going to succeed.

Then all of a sudden, you've got all...

these things and you're

terrified of losing them.

Stock options, corporate jets,

vacation homes in the Bahamas.

You know? Truth is I liked

five hundred dollar lunches,

and five thousand

dollar hotel suites.

Now everything I spent

thirty years trying...

to build for myself and

everybody else is...

Gone.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

- For what?

For everything.

For letting you down.

- You haven't let me down.

Yeah, I did.

You were never here before.

And now you are.

I think the dryer vent's clogged,

I'm going to go take a look.

Hey, Bobby.

- Yeah.

It can wait.

Hello, Jim.

Gene, how you been?

Not good. I was recently

fired by my best friend.

We missed you at the funeral.

I was sorry to hear about Phil.

How's Lorna holding up?

We built something

here, Jim. Together.

Together; wasn't just you, wasn't

just me, it was all of us.

They got a paycheck every week.

Medical if they got sick,

disability if they got hurt.

Hell, it's a business, not a charity.

Who took home twenty

two million last year,

and these people have

lost their homes,

their marriages, the

respect of their children.

We did what the market

required of us to survive!

The board accepted

Allied's bid last night.

Thirty-nine billion at

ninety-seven a share.

I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

My shares are worth

six hundred million.

Congratulations.

What are yours worth, Gene?

I have to get to work.

Give me that ball.

Give me the ball.

Play your position, all right?

You're in trouble now, kid!

Hey, Bobby.

- Yeah.

Gene McClary is on the phone,

something about a job.

Get some more eighteen inch

sinkers, I'll be right back.

What are you waiting for?

Working Sundays now?

Deirdre says you've been

out here every weekend.

You losing money

on this job, Jack?

A bit.

- Because of me?

Sometimes I'm up,

sometimes I'm down.

It all comes out in the end.

I got a call from a

guy today, I used to work for.

He offered me a job.

- Yeah, decent pay?

Eighty.

- Thousand?

It's half of what I used to make.

The world's a f***ed-up place.

Actually I was thinking about

staying on with you, Jack.

At my old job I was

scared all the time...

Quarterly cost reports,

young guys coming up.

Losing an account, or

who's getting ahead of me.

Can I be honest with you, Bobby?

- Yeah.

You should take that job,

you're a shitty carpenter.

Christ, can't they make these

damn things any lighter?

I can't pay you for today.

Guess we better get

started, then. Huh?

I... will... win. Why?

Why?

Because I have faith!

Courage! Enthusiasm!

I... will... win.

Why?

Because I have faith!

Courage! Enthusiasm!

I... will... win.

Why?

Because I have faith!

Courage! Enthusiasm!

Can we get a pencil sharpener?

- Sure.

The kind with the crank?

Oh, the old fashioned

kind. I love those!

McClary Maritime Associates.

- Well...

Well, we don't have

any associates yet,

but what the hell, it sounds good.

The printer's from

the dark ages, I'll...

stop by Staples tomorrow

and get a new one.

Okay.

Nice office.

- It's not much.

If I make the overhead the

first year, I'll be happy.

I ran into Ben Wilson

the other day, he...

said that you were going

out to possible investors.

Yeah, I'm going to make

a move for Gloucester.

The shipyards?

- Yeah.

Allied doesn't want it,

nobody's got the skilled labor.

I'll just renegotiate

with the unions,

start slow, see if it'll grow...

You think there's

a business there?

Any time for lunch, Tuesday?

No.

I sat in rooms, and talked about

how to destroy people's lives.

I thought I could do

more from the inside,

save a few jobs here and there...

if I didn't do it,

somebody else would.

Keep me in mind for

a possible associate.

I think I may be looking for a job.

Say hello to Gene for me.

- How do I look?

Highly employable.

Go on, you don't want to be late.

Come here.

- I love you.

I love you.

All right, I hope you had your

fill of sitting around...

the house all day watching

"The Price Is Right".

It's time to get working, now.

Don't complain about the

luxury accomodations here.

Gene's basically kick starting

this thing on his AmEx card.

You want to impress a client,

take them to the Upper Crust,

buy them a slice.

Diane, you need to do some

seller financing and...

long term lease backs for

our in-state competitors.

So run financials on our

old customers, vendors,

capital expenditure

budgets, future needs.

You got it.

Okay.

Conal, we need our

union guys back.

How many?

- I don't know.

A hundred? Something like

that, start with the local,

see who is available.

I'm betting everyone.

Mechanics, machinists,

fabricators, welders, engineers,

start with the crew chiefs.

If we work as hard

in here every day,

as we did trying to get a job,

we're going to be alright.

What's the worst

thing they can do?

Fire us?

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