The door bursts open, and an angry BENJAMIN CARRINGTON, 60's, steps inside. Henry --
CARRINGTON HENRY
Hold on. Henry puts his call on hold. CARRINGTON -- that situation better be taken care of today. HENRY I said I would. CARRINGTON Don't get smart with me, you little pissant. HENRY I'm not -CARRINGTON Your grandfather must be rolling over in his grave. HENRY Anything else? CARRINGTON Get your goddamn feet off the desk. Henry takes his feet down. CARRINGTON (cont'd) This is a place of business. Carrington walks out. CARRINGTON (O.S.) (cont'd) Lazy son of a bitch.