"Do you get what I mean?" the Producer said. "Don't you think we could pass another investigation a la Esprenzo—better than we could pass the one we're facing right now?"
They looked hopeful and frightened in turn.
"You mean—deliberately kill him, T.D.?"
"Cause an accident?"
"Kill him right on the program?"
"Exactly," the Producer said, with a satisfied smile. "Put him on again tomorrow night. Make it a set-up. Have something go wrong. Then keep the cameras trained on him while we rush out of the Studio Control Room to find out if he's all right. The whole country will see it was an accident—only an accident."
He turned to Wilson, the head script-writer.
"Wilson," he said. "You've got an assignment."
He awoke in darkness, trembling with the thought of escape.