DT & crew are totally cracking me up as they act like consummate tourists outside St Peter’s Basilica in Rome.
"I almost trod on a chicken," continues Catherine. "They’re fantastic chickens, aren’t they?"
"One was flapping around my crotch for quite a long time," says David. "Did you see? We’re practically married."
David can’t decide how to deliver his ‘mad old soothsayer’ line. “Jazz hands? Curly-wurly gesture? Or mad Steptoe face?” he suggests. “Or I could do all three?”
"What, on the same take?" exclaims Phil Collinson. "No, stick with the jazz hands."
"Please can we throw some water over Dan now?" chuckles Peter Capaldi, alias Caecilius himself. He’s as anxious as the rest of us to see the First Assistant Director get drenched [standing in for the Pyrovile].
The actual Pyrovile will be added in post-production. “Get ready, everybody,” says Dan, with the weary resignation of a man who knows that he’s about to get a soakin’. “I only want to do this once.”
Two minutes later, and Francois has thrown a bucket of water over the First Assistant, an expensive-looking piece of lightening equipment, and an even-more-expensive-looking camera. […]men with mops clean up the mess. Too late for David, though, who’s slipped over in it once already.
"Was that you screaming like a girl just then?" asks Phil, popping up from behind the camera monitor.
"Was it? Certainly not," says David. "Well, I can’t admit to it!"
"But are you all right?"
"No, no, I’m fine. It’s only water." David grimaces. "Much easier to work with than chickens."