I'm just sending my assistant camera man and the two heavies and my scenic artist for this retake.

It won't be much--but be sure you have the bank cleared, old man--because it would ruin the following scenes to have extra people registered in this; see?
You did such dandy work in that struggle that I want it to stand.

Boy, your work's sure going to stand out on the screen!" Can you blame the cashier for drinking in every word of that, and for emptying the vault of gold and stacking it up in beautiful, high piles where the sun shone on it through the window--and where it would be within easy reach, by the way!--so that the camera could "register" it?
At ten minutes past twelve he had gotten rid of patrons and clerks, and he had the gold out and his green eyeshade adjusted as becomingly as a green eyeshade may be adjusted.

He looked out and saw that the street was practically empty, because of the hour and the heat that was almost intolerable where the sun shone full.

He saw a big red machine drive up to the corner and stop, and he saw a man climb out with camera already screwed, to the tripod.