The Company Men Page #2

Ah, American heavy

manufacturing is dead.

Steel, autos, your

precious ship building.

The future is in heathcare...

infrastructure and

power generation.

I have to be involved

in any decision...

that affects one of my divisions.

You wouldn't have

approved the cuts.

You'd have gone behind my back

to the Board again! Right...?

They were good people, Jim.

They're not our responsibility.

We work for the stockholders now!

Your dad's home?

Yeah.

Can you grab the rest of

these out of the trunk?

Hey!

What're you doing home?

- Making dinner.

We're going over to Jack's.

- That's tonight?

Dierdre's birthday.

I think it's gonna rain.

You know what? You

don't wanna come, fine.

Don't come!

Thanks, bud.

Drew, can you finish

that upstairs, please?

Can you put on clean

pair of jeans, please.

We're going over to your

Uncle Jack's for dinner.

Christ, you don't have to like him,

but you could pretend,

for my sake. I mean...

he doesn't like you either,

but at least he cares...

enough about me to not treat

you like a piece of sh*t.

They fired me.

What?

- They... fired me.

Today.

Sally Wilcox.

- Why?

Something about redundancies.

Gene said you were safe!

- Gene said a lot of things...

but he was nowhere

to be found today.

Bobby, you busted

your ass for them!

No, no, I'm sorry f*** them

and f*** Gene McClary...

and all his promises!

Something's burning.

Hey, I, uh...

I don't wanna tell

anybody, you know...

'til I get another job.

Alright?

Hey.

Where's your mom?

Headache.

Oh, Dad! They announced where

we're going for our senior trip.

Italy.

- Italy?

Wow! Boy, that's great.

I can go, right?

Yeah... Of course, sweetheart.

Phil?

- Yeah.

Oh, God.

Ann Doherty called.

- They fired Conal.

Are we okay?

- Yeah.

I should get ready.

- For what?

We've got Salinger's dinner.

Oh God, I completely forgot.

You don't have to come if

you're not feeling up to it.

Just gimme a minute

to put my face on.

Gene...? Where've you been?

The car's picking us

up in half-an-hour.

I really don't want to be late again.

Can we please try

not to be late again?

Stephanie finally found a table.

For the window? I like it.

George Hepplewhite

fruitwood table...

...With paint and inlay decorations.

Circa 1820, Price: $ 16750.00

I'm coming.

Hi.

Hi, how are you? How you doing?

- Good, good, thanks.

How go the suit wars, Bobby?

- Alright, Jack.

Move any more high

paying American jobs...

offshore to Asian

shitholes this week?

Mostly focused on

union busting now.

You know how it is.

Surprised you could make it.

No early flight or golf game?

Those are the usual

excuses, aren't they?

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