He storms into the King's magnificent throne room, leaving the agonised groans of a half-dozen palace guards in his wake. A sound like thunder booms around the vast hall, as the immense double doors slam wide open. Resolute court advisors stand close to their robed master. The Judean leader glares imperiously.
   "A-right, Herrud," drawls the intruder.
[Zoom in for close-up of blankly determined hero's expression]

"Ya got my attention," he says, "now whaddya want?" The King glances questioningly at his census officials. 1 of the afternoon's Fawning Team leans over towards the throne and whispers a name to the monarch. Herod smiles the sort of smile that belongs on a lazy crocodile.

"I already have all I want from you," camp King Herod proclaims, somewhat grandly. He rises to his feet with regal annoyance and steps towards Bronson. Tripping on a loose floorboard, Herod gasps in alarm and falls noisily down the steps of the dias. He gives out a squeal that sounds like a stuck pig.

"Cut!" yells the Director. The DP sighs. A sound guy lowers the boom mic. The 'camera-A' operator looks up from his monitor as paramedics rush onto the set. The AD gets busy giving out orders to prep for another take. Key grips move sheepishly around the hustling emergency crew, a frantically babbling hair assistant, and the perennially drunk continuity girl. Later...
Good old Charlie Bronson kicks open the double doors. He barges straight into the King's throne room. An injured guard falls into a pool of blood just behind our crusty, intrepid hero. The pharisees move quickly to surround and protect their lord.
[Close-up: villain with defiant scowl]

"You are too late," chides Herod, with a haughty sneer. All of your people's 1st-born are now dead. The slaughter was performed at my command!"
[Reaction shot: Bronson -]

"You... basturd," he mutters, in a vague approximation of barely suppressed rage. 1 of the heavy throne room doors unexpectedly gives out a shuddering creak and swings back on its lightweight supporting hinges. Metal snaps, and it crashes to the mosaic tiled floor.

The Director of Photography begins whistling. Standby carpenters stroll onto the set, sucking in air between their clenched teeth. The harassed Assistant Director is shouting for calm.

Later still...
Charles charges passed the squad of bored Roman sentries and, shamelessly unannounced, strides on purposefully through the large doorway (the doors have been left propped wide open by carpenters), to enter the throne room of the great King. The court cronies huddle ever closer to their master, clearly seeking the protection from threat granted by his despotic power. Herod raises his stately head and feigns surprise.

"Herrud!" yells the intruder.
[Insert: close-up of Remington 12-gauge in the capable hands of our earnest leading man] "I've come fer ma boy!"