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Kenny, the key grip, took them up in the elevator. The grips were responsible for any equipment on the set that had to be moved, and the construction elevator counted because it was in the shot.

Kenny ran them up to the top. “Fifth floor. Everybody out,” he said, and opened the door.

Teddy, Peter, and George stepped onto the platform. The floor area around the elevator was not extensive. For the most part, it was just bare girders.

Peter nodded in satisfaction. “Perfect, just like we laid it out in rehearsal. Mark traps George up here, George goes out on the beam to escape. It’s this one here to the right, with a clear shot down to the safety balloon. How does it look, Mark?”

“Fine.”

“George, how does it look to you?”

“High. That balloon looks pretty small from up here,” George said.

Peter smiled. “It’s fifty feet wide. Mark, do you want to do the honors?”

“My pleasure,” Teddy said.

He walked out on the girder, turned and waved, and hopped off.

The landing balloon was thick. Teddy never came close to touching the ground. He landed on his back, bounced, and settled. He crawled to the side, grabbed the thick rope around the perimeter of the balloon, and shimmied to the ground.

He stood up and waved. “Come on down!”

“Well, here goes nothing,” George said.

He walked out on the beam and jumped. Seconds later he was scrambling to the side and lowering himself down next to Teddy.

“Well, how was that?” Teddy said.

George grinned. “Can we do it again?”