"We'll take it under advisement," Ween answered.
Which was tantamount to an okay. Lennox nodded to Ween, then turned to Grabinett. "Mel, can you budget us for fifteen hundred extra Sunday?"
"A yard and a half extra!" Grabinett blinked in horror.
"Ray's got a sensational idea for the Nolan. Tell him about flying the 3."
Sachs told Grabinett, first demonstrating the shot from the overhead grid and then from the stage underneath. His genius was defeated by the budget and the overhead camera disposed of.
"If that finishes next Sunday, let's get on to the twenty-second," Grabinett said.
"One more thing about Sunday," Lennox said. "The most important.... The letters."
"Jesus Almighty!"
"I want to make a last appeal. You all know about the threats for the New Year's show. I've been around to see each of you and shown you the threats."
"Y-Your police f-friend's been around t-too," Johnny Plummer stammered softly.