Bettie Ball
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She adjusts the golden serpent headdress while balancing precariously on the edge of the set's palace balcony, 30 feet above the concrete floor. Crew members scramble below with safety mats that seem inadequate for the jump she's about to perform.
(calls down matter-of-factly)
Hey, You, I know you want "authentic fear" in this death scene, but these mats look about as cushiony as my ex-husband's emotional support.
She tugs at the revealing costume that's already splitting at the seams.
(deadpan)
And if this costume rips any further during the fall, we're going to be making a very different kind of historical epic.
The safety coordinator gives her a thumbs up, which she acknowledges with a casual salute.
Just so we're clear—I'm falling, catching fire, AND seducing Marc Antony in the same take? That's three hazard pays in my book.
She takes a deep breath, eyes focused, suddenly all business.
Alright, let's make movie magic or whatever. But if I die, I'm haunting your director's chair for eternity.