Mike said, “That’s right.”
“Hey, hey!” from Marrs. They all looked at us with new respect. It felt good.
Johnson broke into the silence when it became awkward. “What’s next on the score card?”
We got down to cases. Mike, as usual, was content to sit there with his eyes half closed, taking it all in, letting me do all the talking.
“We want sound dubbed in all the way through.”
“Pleasure,” said Bernstein.
“At least a dozen, maybe more, of speaking actors with a close resemblance to the leads you’ve seen.”
Johnson was confident. “Easy. Central Casting has everybody’s picture since the Year One.”
“I know. We’ve already checked that. No trouble there. They’ll have to take the cash and let the credit go, for reasons I’ve already explained to Mr. Johnson.”
A moan from Marrs. “I bet I get that job.”