I imagine that today for that family will likely be spent deciding whether to remind the rocket scientists at the network of THEIR terms — and walk. They don’t need the money, they don’t need the grief, they don’t need the NETWORK — or the show.
Or, as an alternative, they could drive to the big city, and get a few things: haircuts, shaves, expensive tailored suits, wingtip shoes, and the fittings necessary to quickly refinish their offices into something that would be at home at — in fact, indistinguishable from — any high ranking executive suite with a corner office.
They can then resume filming — speaking, of course, in proper upscale ivy league English, as they go about the truly exciting business of taking calls about production, component delivery from vendor plants, golf scores, and all the other stuff that makes REAL corporate life so exciting that it’s TOO exciting for any television or film producer to handle.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.