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Good morning, I'm Kai Ryssdal.

It is Monday today,
the 15th of September, 2008.

And this is going
to be one of those days

that lingers
in the mind for awhile.

It's going to come up
in conversations

where people say,
"You remember when?"

The closing
of California's IndyMac Bank

has resulted in what
could turn out to be

the most costly bank
failure in US history.

The DOWhas
dropped more than 800 points,

and it's not clear
the crisis is over...

Last night, there was
an emergency meeting in Washington.

The leaders of Congress were told

the Nation's financial system
was facing imminent collapse.

53,000 Citigroup
workers are losing their jobs.

Morning.

Hey.

Hey, do I have any messages?

Wilcox wants to see you.

She's in the fifth floor
conference room.

Shot an 86 at the club
this morning.

She said it was important.

Sally Wilcox thinks everything's
important. Thank you.

Anyone want to take a guess at what
I shot at the club this morning?

Go ahead, take a shot.

Just... no?

Forty-four in the front,
42 on the back.

Oh, no you didn't, Bob.
Yes, I really did.

It's true.

What happened,
somebody die?

Conal?

They closed Mobile and Newport News.

They merged Ship Systems
with Rail Products.

- How many?
- Conal, your wife's on one.

With the economy
contracting for the first time...

- Hi, honey.
- 3,000 at the ship yards.

Rumor is another
couple hundred here.

Uh, I've got some bad news.

What's going on?

Bobby, you know Dick Landry from Legal?

The company is consolidating divisions.

Difficult decisions had to be made
in areas where redundancy surfaced.

We have structured a generous
severance package for you.

Your 12 years with us entitles
you to 12 weeks, full pay.

And benefits.

- You're firing me?
- Come on, Bobby. Sit down.

We're also offering
you outplacement services,

to help you secure
your next employment.

- Does Gene know about this?
- Please sit.

You know what, Sally?

Fuck off.

- Is Gene in here?
- He's in Chicago today.

We've reviewed our pipeline
of some 500 projects and programs,

focusing on those with significant
marketing opportunities,

and jettisoning everything
that won't contribute immediately

to our profitability, selecting 37 as
promising strategic growth programs

and setting aside the rest
for future consideration.

Ned Haskell, J.P. Morgan.

Mr. McClary, you were talking
earlier about fiscal 2011.

You've done a good job
of convincing us

that with the
credit markets frozen,

your sales revenue
in 2010 will slow.

Great, my job here is done.

Can you talk about 2011 and what sort of
a percentage increase you anticipate?

We all like to talk percentages, Ned,
your people do, our people do.

Are you suggesting that
you aren't expecting

any growth in your division next year?

I'm suggesting that we face
increased foreign competition,

and a difficult credit market for large
capital expenditures like ship building.

So, no growth in 2011?

I am confident that while ship building
will remain challenged,

the rest of the
transportation systems group

will continue to make significant

contributions to growth at
GTX in the coming quarters.

Yes, in the back.

Honesty
is the best policy?

Christ, could you just try to be
a little less candid for once?

Is lying to financial analysts
our new profitability plan?

What do you want? More inflated guidance
so we can under-perform

in all four quarters again next year?

2011?

I'm worried about
our share price tomorrow.

Salinger's gonna blow a fucking gasket.

Ah, shit.

- Yeah.
- They say who else is on the block?

Thanks for the sympathy, Phil.

Call you later? OK?

OK.

Did they say anything about me?

What?

About my still having a job?

You know, I didn't ask.

I've been trying to reach you.

This damn thing's dead.
Recharge it for me, will ya?

Phil's in there.

Make yourself right at home, Phil.

I won't go back to the factory floor.

I've got one kid in college
and another going in the fall.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You're shitting me.
He doesn't know?

Sally Wilcox let
some more people go.

Some? She fired
goddamn everybody.

Did she fire you?

No, but I've been
hiding in here all day.

They closed Mobile
and Newport News.

Laid off most of the
ship system sales group.

I won't let the bastards
just kick me out after 30 years.

I'll take an AK-47 to
this fucking place first.

- ... the compensation...
- What were you gonna do,

let me read about it
in tomorrow's Journal?

- We're in the middle of something here.
- You closed two of my shipyards?

Consolidating divisions has been
under discussion for months.

Yeah, and I told you
it was a shitty idea.

We took that opinion
into consideration...

It's my goddamn division!

This is my goddamn company!

Would you excuse us
for a moment, please.

You don't embarrass me like that.

Embarrass you?

I'm gone one day and
you gut one of my divisions.

Stock has stalled, revenues are flat.

The entire economy's flat,
we're in the middle of a recession.

I only closed two of the shipyards,
I should've closed all three of them.

Stock is in the fucking toilet.

Everybody's stock is in the toilet.

Well, the stockholders would like to see
their share value maximized.

Well.
Sell the fucking Degas. Hmm?

Well now, I heard you put on
quite a show in Chicago.

What'd you do,
you told a room full of analysts

you weren't going to generate
any growth next year.

Three thousand jobs?

Gene, we're not some
shitty little shipyard anymore.

I'm not gonna keep pouring money
into a losing operation.

We innovate, we retool...

American heavy manufacturing
is dead.

Steel, autos,
your precious shipbuilding.

The future's in health care
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 go 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?

Hi.

- What are you doing home?
- Makin' 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 want to come, fine.

Don't come.

Thanks, bud.

Drew, can you finish that upstairs,
please.

Can you put on a 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 can pretend for my sake.

I mean, he doesn't like you either,
but at least he cares enough about me

not to treat you like a piece of shit.

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.

He was nowhere to be found today.

Bobby, you busted your ass for them...
No, no, I'm sorry.

Fuck them, and fuck Gene McClary,
and all his promises.

Something's burning.

Hey, I... I don't
want to tell anybody.

You know, until I get another job.
All right?

Hey, where's your mother?

Hey.

Where's your mom?

Headache.

Ah.

Oh, Dad.

They announced where we're going
for our senior trip.

Italy.

Italy.

Wow. Boy, that's great.

I can go, right?

Of course, sweetheart.

Phil?

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Ann Doherty called.
They fired Conal.

Are we OK?

Yeah.

- I should get ready.
- For what?

We got Salinger's dinner.

- Oh God, I completely forgot.
- You don't have to come,

- if you're not feeling up to it.
- Just give me a minute.

To put my face on.

Gene?

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.

I'm comin'.

- How are you?
- Good, good.

Hey, guy.

How go the suit wars, Bobby?

All right, 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, no golf game?

Those are the usual excuses,
aren't they?

Oh hi, Bobby.

Hey, birthday girl.

I can't believe you're 35.

I mean, you don't look
a day over 21.

Ah, you see, Jack.
Now that's how it's done.

You're a liar, Bobby.
But I love you for it.

You need to get back to your post,

- barbecue boy.
- All right, all right.

Why don't you grab
yourself a drink, Bobby.

We got some margaritas
in the blender,

we got some beers
out back in the cooler.

Thanks.

I'm open! I'm open!

Nice play action.
Nice play action.

Who better to introduce
this year's Man of the Year Award,

than the man who's known him
longer than anyone else.

Gene McClary is
Executive Vice President of GTX,

Global Transportation Systems.

He's also, I'm told, one of
GTX's first employees.

Gene McClary.

Thank you.

Actually, if memory serves,
I was GTX's only employee at the time.

Nobody wanted Gloucester Shipbuilding.
Years of multi-million dollar losses.

Highest labor costs in the industry.

But from those humble beginnings,

Jim was able to grow
Gloucester into GTX,

with 60,000 employees and 11 billion
dollars in gross annual revenue.

So, it is my privilege
to introduce my...

...oldest friend.

College roommate,
best man at my wedding

and the worst tennis player I ever met.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my boss, Jim Salinger.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Without a doubt, you don't
build a company like GTX,

without the support and leadership
of men like Gene McClary.

Hi, Robert Walker, GTX.

Down at the end of the hall.

Nice suit.

- Thanks.
- Orientation?

- Yeah.
- That way.

Oh, thanks.

- Do the tiger for me.
- What?

- Down the hall.
- Thanks.

First, let me tell you
what outplacement is not.

We are not an employment agency.

We are here to help you
help yourselves.

Now, you all need to put together
a networking list of all your friends.

That's suppliers, competitors,

people you sat next to at a convention.

Neighbors, dentists.
Anybody and everybody.

You need a new resume.

You're gonna be sending out hundreds
so make it good.

Endings.

We're not used to them.

Fear, anxiety...

...loss.

How many of you are
feeling these things?

Endings.

Fear.

Change.
And finally, success.

OK, everybody up.

Come on, no use sitting around
feeling sorry for ourselves.

Up, up.
This is called the Tiger.

We do it when we need
to get our energy up.

I will win!

Why?

I will show you why,
because I have faith,

courage, enthusiasm.

- Everybody, this time.
- I'm all set.

I will win!

Why? Because I have faith,
courage, enthusiasm. Good.

I will win!

Did Bobby Walker call back?

- Yeah, last night.
- Leave a message?

Not one I'd care to repeat.

See if he can come by
for lunch today.

Stocks up six, not bad.

My 401 K is all GTX.

This continues, I may get
to retire before I'm 80.

With ship systems
and rail products merging,

we are reassigning
sales regions.

How are we doing
with Royal Caribbean?

They're nervous.

Don't like seeing us on Bloomberg
every 15 minutes.

Well, calm them down.
We need that boat.

How are we supposed to cover
the same number of accounts,

with half the staff?

I'm already gone two weeks out of four.
What am I supposed to tell my kids?

Tell them you're lucky
you still have a job.

Inactive accounts.

I want to know what we're going
to do to get the business back.

Client by client.

- It's taken.
- All right.

Hey.

- Come in here.
- Thanks.

Appreciate it.

- Friendly bunch.
- You are the enemy.

Another warm body they
got to claw their way over

to get back to the
corporate feed trough.

- Yet you're not threatened.
- I'm a very secure individual.

Besides you do not
look like an engineer.

- MBA?
- Yeah.

If you knew your way around
a guided missile system,

I'd have to shove an ice pick
in the base of your skull.

- I'll keep that in mind.
- Your previous employer

has spared no expense.
Fax machine, Xerox, coffee.

How was orientation?

I felt like someone was
going to shave my head

and make me beat a drum.

What, uh...
What do you got to do

to get yourself in
one of those offices?

Your company has to pay
extra for one of those.

Exec VPs and above mostly.

Corner one has a
Eastman-Kodak CFO in it.

How long they give you?

Three months full salary,
four months outplacement.

- How about you?
- Um, nine months of both.

Been here four.

I don't think it'll take me
more than a few days.

No offense.

None taken.

Sorry I'm late.

- How you holding up?
- Good.

- Maggie all right?
- Yeah. She's great, we're fine.

Glenlivet, rocks.

It wasn't my call, Bobby.

Salinger's under a lot of pressure
to boost the stock price

before somebody buys in
and makes him break up the company.

We'll lose a lot more jobs in a merger
than we have in this downsizing.

You trying to appeal to my sense
of the greater corporate good?

I've been calling in some markers.

Tom Borden over at Lockheed,
Pat Leahy at Raytheon,

you'll recognize
most of them.

Come on, let's get something to eat.

I lost my appetite.

Take the names, Bobby.

Don't bother
reassigning my accounts.

I'm gonna steal them back
when I get a job with your competition.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- Great.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Lunch with Gene,

he gave me some names.

That's big of him.

I mean, he didn't have
to do anything, you know?

- Yeah.
- What is all this?

Ah, our mortgage is
resetting next month.

With that and paying off
the orthodontist,

and last summer's
Disney World trip,

we don't have much
of a cushion left.

I don't need a cushion.

Your Porsche payments,
the credit cards, Patriots tickets?

I told you I'm splitting the Pats
tickets with Darryl this year.

OK, well, just eating out
and doing the damn dry cleaning

is costing us
600 bucks a month.

I was thinking maybe
I could go back to work.

Uh-uh.

Not full-time,
just a few shifts a week.

No.

3M needs a new
General Sales Manager.

I can call up Brian Collins,
and have breakfast with him next week.

OK, well we're gonna
need to cut back.

Cancel skiing at Christmas,

stop paying the club dues
for awhile.

If things get really bad,
I can bag groceries.

- I can be on the corner...
- Don't be a jerk, OK? Just...

No more big purchases.
Just eat at home more.

Hello?

Hey, Kevin. Yeah?

Yeah, let me get him for you.
He's right here.

What?

He read about the layoffs in the paper.

- So what?
- You gonna tell him?

No, I'm not gonna tell him,
because I don't need a lecture

on parental responsibility
right now.

Hey, Dad, what's going on?
Oh, that?

That's all manufactured.

They're trying to offer me a CEO job.
I had to turn them down.

I come bearing gifts.

Glenfiddich, 40 year old.

- Single malt.
- Nice.

Yeah, it better be.

Strick sent it over.
That bastard.

- That's Alaska.
- Yeah.

Goddamn it, Gene.
Those were good times.

The best.

Well, you and Cynthia
thinking about joining us

at Sun Valley for New Years
again this year?

I don't know if we can,
Liam's been talking about

coming home for Christmas
with Susan and the kids.

Ah, hell,
bring them along, Grandpa.

Kay'd probably think she'd
died and gone to heaven

with a bunch of kids
running around.

Can't have you challenging me
in front of senior staff.

They respect ya.
Question my judgment,

you undermine my authority.

I need to know, can I
count on your full support?

Good.

You OK?

I had lunch with
Bobby Walker today.

I thought he was gonna
throw a drink in my face.

You were his boss, Gene.
Not his father.

Sue and I are thinking of
sneaking down to Palm Beach

for a weekend.
Later on this month.

You know, some shopping,
some golf.

Think you could get us
one of the corporate jets?

Fine. We'll fly commercial.

Stock closed up two today.

My options are worth
a half a million dollars more

than when I woke up
this morning.

Need me to stay,
Mr. Woodward?

Ah, no thanks Nan.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Don't even think
about eating all the candy

you get at school.
Three pieces, that's it.

You look disgusting, you know that?

So, I called Bridget,
and made an appointment.

- Who?
- The realtor.

I think we should
at least list it.

See if we get any offers.

We're not gonna
sell the house.

We don't need to accept an offer,
but with the market so bad,

it may take us awhile
to sell it, you know?

If we get stuck.

We're not gonna get stuck.

- How do I look?
- Highly employable.

OK.

Bridget?

C'mon. We're not
gonna sell the house.

- Have a good day.
- OK.

Treasury
Secretary Paulson this morning

announced that the Bush
Administration is about to

inject billions of
dollars into the banks

as a part of the
financial rescue strategy...

All right, great.

Give me a call next week,
I should have an answer for you.

- All right, who's next?
- Mr. Walker.

Mr. Walker? Joyce Robinson,
sorry to keep you waiting.

Mind if I
have something to eat here,

I have another meeting right after you.

Go right ahead.

So, it looks like you
worked at GTX for 12 years.

I did. Divisional sales leader
for three of those years.

Oh. Surprised
they let you go.

- You and me both.
- Have you handled regional sales?

I came up in regional sales. I worked
for Martin-Marietta in California.

Mm-hmm. Well, we're looking
to expand in the south.

We need someone
in Little Rock.

In Arkansas?

Is relocation a problem?

Uh, no, no. Um...
I had hoped to stay here,

because I'm from the area...

You left the salary space
blank on your application.

Well, uh, you know.
That's a negotiation.

I was making 120 at GTX
plus incentives.

But I know times
are different now.

And I'd be willing to accept 110,
and hope for bonuses.

Well, our base salary
is 65,000 a year

for regional sales directors.

I, I responded to an ad
for the Vice President of Marketing.

Well, we've had a number of highly
qualified applicants for that position.

I'm a highly qualified
applicant for that position.

I'm a highly qualified
applicant for that position.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I must've had too many
cups of coffee while I was

sitting in your fucking
waiting room for two hours.

Thanks for your time, Joyce.
Just between the two of us?

You can probably
skip the Diet Cokes.

They're not helping you.

Jim's worried,
thinks we're a target.

Who can get together that kind of money
in the middle of a recession, huh?

It's what he does.

Then what?
He splits us up?

Sell off the healthcare unit,
rail products, close Glosterne.

He'll still have
consumer electronics

and the turbine and defense
departments. Whammo.

We're a bargain.
Hell, one more quarter

and Lipton will be able
to put together enough votes

to wage a proxy battle and
install his own damn board.

Jim's not gonna give up
without a fight though.

I'm sure he's already
got somebody out there

looking for a white knight.
Keats, maybe Roberts?

Somebody with deep pockets.

- What?
- Nothing.

Tell me more about capital depreciations
of manufacturing...

Shit.

It's my office.
I have the senior staff at 3:30.

- Reschedule.
- I can't.

How about lunch again
next Tuesday?

I don't think so.

Maybe.

Bye.

Hi, Jonas Gall, please.

Robert Walker.
Nope. Doesn't know me.

Mike Talbet
recommended me from Unicor.

Uh, he said that Mr. Geller may have
an opening for a senior sales associate.

OK. That's too bad.

It's OK. Not the first time
I've heard it.

All right, bye.

Sixty-five dollars an hour
for oil rig workers

in the North Atlantic.
Another thousand a week

if you got your commercial
deep sea certification.

Doesn't everybody?

I got mine last year
at the Y.

Six of clubs on
the seven of hearts.

Sally Wilcox, please.

Construction, hazardous waste
removal, aircraft mechanic.

Thank God I got
my doctorate, huh?

Hey, is she in?
It's Bob Walker calling.

He's calling her again.

Hi, Sally. Bob Walker.

Uh, thanks for not returning
any of my phone calls.

If you do return my call,
I would love to know why you fired me

without any notice,
you fucking cowardly bitch.

Gee, I wonder why
she never calls you back.

Feels good though. God.

You know what I think?

- It's quitting time.
- Quitting time?

It's 3:30.

A man can only take
so much rejection.

I'm thirsty,
who's coming?

- Conal?
- Sure, why not?

I'm in.

All right, why not?

I know if you two are going,

it's gonna be good.

For how much?

SEC filing says 3.8 percent.

- Hard hats, gentlemen.
- He's just trying to boost our stock.

He gets it up ten a share,
he walks away with

a couple hundred million in profit.

Lipton wants more
than a couple hundred million.

He wants the company.

Well, our share price
is still too low.

It's making us a
very tempting target.

Paul, your office
is over there.

- Whole floor Legal?
- No.

This is just for the five of us.

CFO's office, David, Noah.
You are over here.

Conference rooms,
private dining room.

Bathrooms and showers.

Gym and kitchen.

Gene, come here.

This is you.

Well, don't get too excited.
My office is gonna be much bigger.

What do you think?

- It's beautiful.
- This is amazing.

Travertine. Floor to ceiling glass.

If you look that way you can
see all the way to Boston.

Hey. Help me.

- Help you? You need help?
- Yeah.

- How you doing?
- You smell like a brewery.

- How did that happen?
- I don't know.

What's Drew doing?

- Waiting for you.
- Me? Why?

He's worried about you.

- OK, dude, but wait up.
- OK.

What's going on out here, bud?

I'm not a baby.
I can handle stuff.

I lost my job.

What did you think it was?

You and mom, maybe.

Me and mom are all right.

You'll get another one, right?

Yeah.

Hey. You don't have
to worry about me. OK?

Hey, look at me.

You don't have to worry about me.
All right? I'm your dad.

You understand me?

I'm gonna be fine, OK?

Billionaire
investor Arthur Lipton today

stepped up his campaign
for changes at G TX,

issuing a letter to
shareholders accusing

executives of
mismanagement...

What does it all mean?

Nothing good.

Need something, Phil?

We lost Royal Caribbean.

Do we have any cranberry jelly?

Carson, round up your cousins...

Let me help you with that, Fran.

Thank you.

Boys, wash your hands,
wipe your feet.

Beautiful.

How's business, Jack?

Business. Well, we got a
big renovation in Roxbury,

next to the house I did last year.

Nice bonus, when I finish by September.

- If you finish by September.
- By September.

Whenever you're ready
to plumb the place, give me a call.

I got a special on Kohler.

Good.

- How's work, Bobby?
- Good, Jack.

Line up more dollar a day
Laotian preschoolers to

stitch tennis shoes
for you in Bangkok?

I'm in manufacturing, Jack.

The dollar-a-day Laotian
preschoolers aren't tall enough

to turn the screws on
the diesel engines, so no.

You know I was reading about your guy
Salinger in the Globe the other day.

Do you read now? Good.

Very small words.

Said he, uh... he made 700 times what
the average GTX worker made last year.

What do you think?
Salinger working 700 times harder

than the welder pounding hot rivets
into a tanker hull all day?

Why don't we say grace
so the kids can start?

OK, Carson?
Would you do the honors?

Dear God.
Thank you for the food

and for letting us
be together on Thanksgiving.

And for everybody being OK.

And please help my Dad find a job.

So he won't be unhappy all the time.
Amen.

OK.

- Want some wine?
- It's a nice table, Fran.

Thank you.

You know if things get tough,
I could, uh...

I could always use some
extra help this winter.

Hanging drywall?

Yeah, it'd be lots of work.

4000 square feet,
we're gutting the place.

Thanks, Jack. I don't...

...exactly see myself
pounding nails though.

You know? Appreciate it.

Your husband is such a dick.

Goldman Sachs is doing
due diligence for Lipton.

Skadden Arps is snooping
around for somebody,

maybe Allied, maybe Simonov's
Baltic Global, out of Moscow.

What's the top price
Bater'll pay?

Well, Lipton put
the market value at 100.

All right, so we need to
get the stock to 102.

That's 17 more a share.

Yeah, I can add, Noah.

We're already in danger
of missing our quarterly.

We start fooling around and
miss our numbers again, we're...

No, we don't need to
get the stock to 100,

we get it in the mid-90's,
it'll show a positive trend.

How are we supposed to boost
the share price again?

Increased efficiencies,
lowering costs.

More downsizing.

Suppose we try that stunt again
and the stock stalls...

Increasing market value
isn't a stunt.

We should at least
consider alternatives.

How about selling the healthcare group?

What?

- Maybe Lipton's right.
- Gene, come on.

Healthcare's the only division
that's exhibiting any growth.

I'm not breaking up the company.

All right.

How about selling the
new headquarters building?

We're going to need that space.

Not if we keep firing people, we're not.

I'm not selling the new building!

Get a hold of Human Resources,
have them start making up a list

for another round of downsizing.

Wait a minute, Jim.

Could you guys give us a minute?

What do you want me to do,
parrot back everything you say?

I've always told you what I thought,
right or wrong. And this... is wrong.

I'm late for a meeting.

We're not gonna be able
to make the mortgage next month.

I talked to Bridget.

She thinks if we
price the house low enough

we might be able to get
as much as 850,000 for it.

That's less than we got in it.

Yeah, it doesn't matter
how much we got in it.

Your severance ends in three weeks.

We're gonna end up in foreclosure.

We won't have enough money
to put down on another house.

We're not gonna
be able to qualify

for another house
on just my salary anyway.

Well, OK. Where are we gonna end up?

Gonna pitch a tent in the park?

- Yeah.
- OK.

We could move in with your folks.

- No.
- They have two extra bedrooms.

Maggie, we're not
living with my parents.

It'd just be temporary.

I'd choose death.
I opt for death.

No, I'd have to kill myself first.

Jack said he offered
you a job the other day

and you shot him down
pretty hard.

Can you imagine that?
Me working for your brother.

He was just trying to help.

How, by letting me hang drywall?

You'd get back into great shape.

Calluses. A tan.

- In the middle of winter.
- Yeah, big broad shoulders

from carrying all that heavy lumber.

I gotta get up early, babe.

OK?

Bobby Walker keeps
leaving me messages.

My assistant thinks he's psychotic.

She wants to get a restraining order.

I'm sure you've gotten worse.

So, what do you think?

You gonna get away for a day
or two for skiing at Christmas?

I don't know, we'll have to see.

Hansen get you started
on that new list yet?

- I was at the meeting, Sally.
- Yesterday.

How many? How many?

5,000.

Well, what is the criteria
for getting canned this time?

Gary Hunt's put on a few pounds,
maybe we should let him go.

And I hear Jill Carter has cancer.

We could save a bundle
on her insurance premiums. Hmm?

Sally.

Ho! Billionaire Boy's Club.

How's the plotting going?

Warren Buffet still safe
on top of the Fortune 500 list?

How's the job search going, Bobby?

Good actually, real good.
They're out there.

Mr. Connors, your group's
on the first tee.

- Ready to get your ass kicked, Eric?
- Let's golf.

Mr. Walker.

May I speak to you
for a moment?

Hey.

What the hell's going on?

I just got thrown off
the course at the club.

All right,
keep your voice down.

We haven't paid the dues
since October?

Yeah, I've paid a lot of things.

I look like a fucking deadbeat.

This is real, Bobby, OK?
This is happening to us.

You are wandering around like
you're in some sort of a daze,

but you're playing golf?
Getting your Porsche detailed?

Maggie, I need to look successful. OK?

I can't just look like
another asshole with a resume.

You are just another
asshole with a resume!

I cut them a check
for the balance.

- Cancel it.
- No.

We can't afford it.

No.

I should have been honest
with you about the club,

but you haven't
been honest with me.

We're not gonna need these, are we?

Maybe we could have
a little rummage sale.

You need to get a job.

Any job.

I can't do this alone, Bobby.

I know. I'm out there playing golf.

In two weeks, I won't
be able to support my family.

Things are gonna get great again.

- No.
- We can get through this.

Things aren't gonna be great again. OK?

I'm trying to get a job.

I've been out there every day,

for three months, trying to get a job.

I haven't had one offer.

- I know.
- I've been to everybody we know.

And a lot of people I don't.

And I have begged,
I've fucking begged.

For a lead, anything.

There's thousands of
new MBAs out there.

No mortgage, no kids. Work
90 hour work weeks, for nothing.

You want honesty, Maggie?

I'm a 37 year old
unemployed loser,

who can't support his family.

OK, look. You are gonna find a job.

Working for people who know
how lucky they are to have you.

When did it all go to shit?

It hasn't turned to shit.
You have Drew and Carson.

Your parents, and me.

OK, you have me.

We're still
at least 75 short.

What about Debra Hayes, Senior
Director of Accounting, Maritime Sales.

Debra Hayes has
10 years with the company,

and outstanding evaluations.

She also has a husband with
a successful law practice.

And two kids who would be
delighted to have mommy at home.

She's 60, I doubt her kids
are still living at home,

much less calling her mommy.

Phil Woodward's
back on this list.

- He fits the criteria.
- Wasn't talking to you, Dick.

He's grossly overpaid
and just blew...

- What are you, deaf? Shut the fuck up!
- The list is still preliminary, Gene.

I'm looking and all
I see are people over 50

with enough young ones thrown in
to protect us against litigation.

I'm confident all of these dismissals
will stand up to outside legal scrutiny.

What about ethical scrutiny?

We're not breaking
any laws, Gene.

I guess I always
assumed we were

trying for a higher standard
than that, Paul.

Mr. Walker.

Fred Thayer.

Have a seat.

- Thanks for seeing me.
- Sure.

A GTX casualty.

- Yeah.
- How you holding up?

Good, thanks.

Well, Dan Mass gave you
a great recommendation.

MBA, you went to school
at State College.

- Undergrad. Yeah.
- My wife went to Penn.

- Really?
- Loved it.

Are you, uh, willing
to work for 90 a year,

- plus commission and bonus?
- Uh, yeah.

Good news is we're growing fast, and
there's plenty of head room around here.

So, I can't promise you anything.

But with Dan's recommendation,

and your resume, you seem
like the right fit for the job.

Thanks.

Ho! Who's winning?

Who knows. How'd it go?

- The interview?
- It's good. It's good.

Come on, we're all getting
our asses kicked here.

Yeah, you can take my place.

Blue 32, hut!

Robert Walker calling
for Troy Thayer, please.

No problem.

Bob Walker for Troy Thayer.

Um, that's OK.

I'm actually just calling
in regards to a position.

Uh, sure. Northeast
Regional Sales Manager.

It has. Oh.

Thank you very much.

What's that?

My last paycheck.

This guy comes babbling
on and on and on.

You were at a banquet
with nine meat soup?

Yeah, I didn't know
they had nine meats in China.

- I didn't either, can you name them?
- Well there was beef,

- pork, chicken, shark fin...
- Gene?

- Hey Phil, grab a drink.
- Gene.

Relax Phil, grab a drink.
Man, it's a party.

Sally Wilcox just fired me.

Find Sally Wilcox, tell her
to get her ass up here right now.

She's already in your office.

You fired Phil Woodward.

- Hire him back.
- Gene...

Goddamn it, Sally,
we talked about this.

Gene.

You too?

Ah, fuck 'em.

They think this is tough.

I worked hull assembly at
Gloucester, remember, Gene?

Try spot welding inside
a 36 inch propeller shaft,

60 hours a week.

Gene?

Gene!

Bobby. Bobby.

You will never guess
who's in Joanna's office.

Gene McClary's favorite
ass-kisser. Phil Woodward.

Your resume's
very impressive, Phil.

Thank you. Thanks.

You started on the factory floor,
not many people can claim that anymore.

You want to get rid of all
the ancient stuff, anything pre-90's.

Instead of listing the number of years
you held each position at GTX,

indicate your title
and responsibilities.

And here, where you've noted
your military service,

don't say Vietnam.

Combat infantryman is impressive enough.

You smoke, Phil?

- Occasionally.
- Quit.

Employers don't want
employee health problems

ratcheting up their
insurance premiums, Phil.

You may want to think
about dying your hair,

get rid of some of that grey.

- Do we know each other?
- Excuse me?

You keep using my first name.

I'm not the enemy, Phil.

You're pushing 60,
and you look like hell.

You're going to have
a rough time out there.

Could you show me
to my office, please?

You got a window.

Company had to pay extra for that.

The least the pricks could do.

So how's the best damn
salesman on the East Coast?

Unemployed.

Yeah, a lot of that going around.

Dress code pretty lax around here?

You should see casual Fridays.

Hello?
Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I talked to somebody else
from your company last week,

and they said I
wasn't going to have to

make another payment
on that this month.

Uh-huh. Look, I don't know
what you want me to do.

I can lie to ya. Tell you
I'm writing a check

and I'm putting it in the mail,
and you'll have it right away.

OK? I'm gonna write
you a check right now,

I'm gonna put it in the mail
and you'll have it tomorrow.

How's that sound?
Terrific, outstanding,

look forward to it.

- Which one? American Express?
- Mortgage.

Yvette asked me if I could
work tomorrow night.

- That's New Years Eve.
- Double time.

- Dad?
- Yeah?

Could you drive me over to Kyle's?

No, I'm busy now. OK? C'mon.

C'mon, Drew.

Hey. Why don't you
play Guitar Hero?

Halo?
You should play some Xbox.

Oh hey, Bobby.
Hang on a sec.

Come here.
Hey! Drew!

Hey! Drew!

Damn it. There's a fucking
nor'easter outside.

Kid's pissed off because
I won't drive him to Cotuit

to visit the Matlocks.
Right, right when he wants him to.

He doesn't have the Xbox anymore.

- Why? What happened to it?
- He gave it back.

What?

He knew we couldn't afford it.

He asked me if he could,
and I said yes.

He's right.
We can't afford it.

I need a job, Jack.

I don't think you're gonna
be needing that just yet.

Nice tool belt, man.

Keep 'em coming, Bob.

Hey, Bobby.

- Yeah.
- Grab two this time.

- Lunch.
- Oh.

Where are we going?

They're new.
That's why you're getting blisters.

Thanks.

- Here.
- Appreciate it.

Hey. You wanna
come down for dinner?

I want you to
take a gun and shoot me.

Just shoot me.

Oh, let me see.

Ah. Yeah, let me
get the Neosporin.

I hate your brother.

I fucking 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 nothin'.

... plans to make
credit easier for small businesses.

How does he propose to do that
with credit as tight as it is?

The president wants to take 15 billion
dollars for the bank rescue fund.

Basically bankroll small business loans
made for the FDA.

He wants to temporarily
waive the fee for borrowers...

What do you have planned today?

Not much.

Ed and Dana invited us
to dinner tonight.

- Who?
- My old friends.

7:30.

Pick up a nice bottle
of Pinot when you go out, OK?

OK.

President Obama
plans to spend up to

250 billion dollars taking...

- Hi, Phil Woodward.
- Just sign in and take a seat.

Hell, Jack, you hear that?

Bob gets 12 weeks pay when
they fucking shitcanned him.

My uncle Tommy worked for
the phone company 19 years.

They laid him off 10 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 200 in this.

Must've made a mistake, Bob.

You gonna be all right, sleeping in
the same room as your sister for awhile?

Sure.

- All tucked in?
- Yeah, Dad.

I couldn't wait to
get out of this house.

My parents,
neighborhood, church.

I was gonna be a 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 rented a house out
on Stonewall Beach.

June? Maybe.

So you keeping busy?

Yeah, I've been asked to
join a couple of boards.

Dynex, Procar.

- You gonna 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's 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 OK.

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, uh, got busted again.
- For what?

Drunk and disorderly.

Assault.

Managed to take a swing
at one of the cops, too.

Thanks.

- Hey, Bobby.
- Yeah?

- Still have your tool belt?
- Yeah.

Why don't you grab it.

All right.

- Oh, Jesus.
- I thought I had it measured right.

You got to rip all this shit out
before Jack sees it.

- The whole thing?
- Yeah, all of it.

Use your speed square
as a spacer.

Get it on two points.
Give me that.

All right?
One right there. Bang.

Bang.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- Finally done?
- This side, yeah.

Jesus Christ.
That's ugly.

If you, uh, need another guy,

I know somebody
who could use a job.

Yeah? Well, whoever it is,
let's hope he, uh...

...let's hope he isn't
as slow as you are.

OK.

He ever sing on-key?

No.

What're you doin'?

Oh, getting drunk.

I called outplacement,
see if you wanted to have lunch.

They said you hadn't been
coming in much lately.

- Oh, yeah.
- Couple of weeks now.

No kidding.

Miss.

What do you say,
I give you a ride home?

Can't go home.

Lorna doesn't want
the neighbors to know

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.

You know who was
17th on the list?

James Salinger, GTX.

Wanna go to the movies?

Take you to the matinee,
sure they still have matinees.

We can get a bucket of popcorn,
couple of those big Cokes.

- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey, beautiful.

- What are you smiling at?
- A man called today from Chicago.

Fred Munder?

He said he was impressed with your
resume, wanted you to give him a call.

His phone number's over there.

That's where he's based.
The guy's a headhunter.

I just thought the job
was in Boston.

It is in Boston.
I'm gonna go there,

I'm gonna stay in Motel 6.
OK, I'm gonna eat very inexpensively.

The job is a vice president
of sales and marketing

with extensive experience
in transportation. OK?

This is it. This is me.
This is my job.

I don't know what
else I can look for.

- This is the one.
- OK. OK.

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.

Uh, 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 17th. Can you
come back next week?

I flew in from Boston.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I don't mind just
sitting in the waiting room.

Or I could come back
this afternoon.

My flight doesn't
leave until tonight.

Oh, Mr. Munder's in Dallas on business.

He won't be back till 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 what you want?

I'll have the Cobb, no bacon.

Um. Rib eye, medium rare.
With fries.

Sorry to rush things.

I have to get back for
a staff meeting at 1:30.

You look great,
you losing weight?

Uh, yeah, well.
Dying my hair.

- So, how you doin'?
- I'm fine. Um...

Sending out a lot of resumes.

Ah, you're lucky
to be out of it.

Uh-huh.
Word on the street is,

you're looking
for a foreign exec.

You have someone
to recommend?

Yeah, me.

It's international 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 30
for that job. It's a killer.

Out of the country
five out of every six weeks.

- Well, travel's not a problem.
- Why don't you cash it in?

Shit, I would, go lie on a beach.

I can't afford to go
lie on a fucking 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 bitches!

Motherfuckers!

Tom Brady couldn't hit that building
from here on his best day.

Ah, Sarah's tuition
for Brown is due.

I write the check,
I can't make the mortgage.

- Phil. I could...
- No, you stop it.

No.

You know the worst part?

The world didn't stop.

The newspaper still
came every morning.

The automatic sprinklers
shut off at six and...

Jeff, next door, still
washed his car every Sunday.

My life ended.

And, you know,
nobody noticed.

- Hey, Bobby.
- Yeah.

- Boss says it's quitting time.
- All right.

- Where's Jack?
- Still working.

- Come on, I'm buyin'.
- What's he doing?

He's working late to make
the completion deadline.

- Get the bonus.
- He doesn't want our help?

- He can't pay us.
- Pay us out of the bonus.

He needs the bonus to break even.

He underbid the job to keep
us working through the winter.

Could 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.

Guided missile cruiser.

Phil started out here, in hull assembly.

He was a skinny little bastard.

Fearless. He'd hang
upside down all day long

in a bosun's chair,
70 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.

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,
knew who they were.

One day you're
making fifty dollars

the next day, 5,000.
And then one day, five million.

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.

And then, all of a sudden,
you've got all these things.

You get terrified of losing them.

Stock options, corporate jets,

vacation homes in the Bahamas.

You know. Truth is...

I like 500 dollar lunches
and 5000 dollar hotel suites.

Now everything I spent 30 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'll take a look at it.

- Hey, Bobby?
- Yeah?

It can wait.

- This meeting...
- Hello, Jim.

Gene. How ya been?

Not good. I was recently
fired by my best friend.

Missed ya at the funeral.

I was sorry to hear about Phil.

How's Lorna holding up?

We built something here, Jim. Together.

Together. It wasn't just you,
it 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.

You took home
22 million dollars 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, 97 a share.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

My shares are worth 600 million.

- Congratulations.
- What are yours worth, Gene?

I have to get to work.

Give me the ball.
Give me the ball.

Clear for possession, all right?
You're in trouble now, kid!

Oh, no!

Hit the head
flat on it. There you go.

That's it. Try a
little more action. Sink it.

- Hey, Bobby?
- Yeah?

Gene McClary's on the phone,
something about a job.

Uh. Get some more 18 inch
sinkers, I'll be right back.

What are you waiting for?

You working Sundays now?

Talked to Dierdre, she says
you're down here every weekend.

- Losing money on this job, Jack?
- A bit.

'Cause of me?

Sometimes I'm up,
sometimes I'm down.

It all comes out
in the end.

Got a call from a guy today.
Used to work for him.

- Offered me a job.
- Yeah? Decent pay?

- Eighty.
- Thousand?

Yeah.

It's half what I
used to make.

World's a fucked up place.

Actually, I was
thinking about...

...staying on
with you, Jack.

My old job, I was
scared all the time.

The quarterly cost reports,

young guys coming up,
losing an account,

who was 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 make these damn things
any lighter?

I, uh... 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.

Could we
get a pencil sharpener?

- Sure.
- The kind with a crank?

- Oh, the old fashioned kind.
- Yeah, yeah.

McClary Maritime Associates?

Yeah, 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, get a new one.

OK.

- Nice office.
- It's not much.

If I make the overhead the
first year, I'll be happy.

Ran into Ben Wilson
the other day.

He said you were going out
to possible investors.

Yeah, I'm gonna make
a bid for Gloucester.

- The shipyard?
- Yeah.

Allied doesn't want it.

I've already got
the skilled labor,

I'll just renegotiate
with the unions.

Start slow,
see if it'll grow.

I 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.
Hope you had your fill

of sitting around the house
all day watching Price is Right.

Time to get working now. Don't complain
about the luxury accommodations here.

Gene's basically kickstarting
this thing on his AMEX card.

If you want to impress a client,
take them to the Upper Crust.

Buy them a slice. Diane?

I'm gonna need you to
do some seller financing

and long term lease backs,
if we want to stay competitive.

So, run financials
on our old customers,

vendors, capital expenditure
budgets, future needs.

- You got it.
- OK.

Conal. We need our union guys back.

- How many?
- I don't know, a hundred?

Something like that. Start with
the local, see who's available.

- I'm betting everyone.
- Mechanics, machinists,

fabricators, welders, engineers.

Start with the crew chiefs.

We work as hard in here
every day as we did

trying to get a job,
we're gonna be all right.

What's the worst thing
they could do? Fire us?