Dictating to some goddamned clerk so you could finish this without me.

They screwed up, Erin!

They screwed up and they admit it.

The arbitration proposal...

...could've been written in Sanskrit, for all the sense it made.

I know. I spoke to Ted. Pamela Duncan wouldn't even get on the phone with me!

Pamela made everybody mad with that letter.

She called us thieves.

-The whole thing's falling apart. -Why?

Because before we go to arbitration, the plaintiffs must agree!

-How many? -Usually they require about 70% .

PG&E is demanding 90. In other words, everybody.

Do you understand? This is serious.

And, what, Ed? I'm not serious?

You're emotional, you're erratic.

You say anything, you make this personal, and it isn't.

Not personal?

That is my work!

My sweat! My time away from my kids!

If that's not personal, I don't know what is.

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Go home. Get well.

Because you're no good to me sick.

I need you, all right?

This case needs you.

Did you tell them that?