We've got that final presentation to give in New York's afternoon.

Yeah, would be today.

I'm sorry, Mr Woolridge.

I I can't make it mustered.

What?

I'm not going.

My father is ill.

Who put him in a hospital?

I did, but he's about to have surgery and I want to be there.

Why?

Why?

I just said we've got a meeting in New York coverage twice, and I told you I'm not going.

Where's Charley Gard?

In Los Angeles.

Get him on the phone.

Coming back now.

Mr.

Woolridge.

Ted Geller.

Congar.

Oh, I use familiar with all of this.

Would you talk to him, Basner?

It's critical that you make the presentation to our board of directors.

Now you have good doctors.

You don't have to stay here with your father.

No, I don't.

But I'm going to.

Are you saying you're not gonna go to New York before time?

I'm saying I'm not going to New York.

Look, I'm serious now.

I've had enough of this.

If you want this account, you'll get up off your ass.

Get packed.

I'm counting now What to three Jesus Christ.

Four.

He really is guys counting sick.

This is the 20th century seven.

Mr.

Flores, I'm not a shit kicker from off your farm.

Look, I've done the job, all right?

Take my stuff to whatever you want to do with it.

But for the fifth time now, I'm not going anywhere with anybody.

And don't you ever fucking touch me again.

Fire him.