Devil's Hour: Dead Man's Gold Teaser
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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Devil's Hour: Dead Man's Gold Teaser
(We open to pandemonium in the Clans Chamber of the Leprechaun Parliament as the wizened old speaker of the house tries to bring order, thumping his cane on the floor.)
Speaker: Order! Order in this chamber!
(Eventually, the pandemonium dies down, and the speaker coughingly clears his throat.)
Speaker: I–*Cough*–hereby declare this parliament now in session.
(We cut to a wide shot of the entire chamber.)
Speaker: On this day, we are gathered to discuss a most important of issues.
(He then shakily extends his hand outward and signals to people next to the entrance of the chamber, who are initially obscured by some shadows.)
Speaker: Come forward, Dr. John Seward and Mr. Donovan MacCool.
(All the leprechauns turn and mutter as the aforementioned John and Donovan make their way forward, revealed to be humans. They are giants among leprechauns, and the two are the subject of much hushed whispering and muttering. The two stop in the center of the chamber, rays of sun shining down on them, and Donovan takes his hat off in respect.)
Speaker: For what reasons do you present yourselves before this grand parliament today?
(Taking a step forward, John politely smiles.)
John: On behalf of the honorable Graudy Pernell, we, good sirs, are here...
(We smash cut to a shot of the face of a dead leprechaun, a large slash scar across his neck.)
John: ...to investigate the death of his brother Colim.
(A single piano note plays, the one at the start of every Netflix documentary, as the chamber erupts into a flurry of debate. Liam "Big Red" Deugall–a hulk among leprechauns–suddenly stands up and slams his hands against the divider.)
Big Red: We can't just let some alien who-knows into our affairs, rifle around our homes, and become privy to our secrets! It's never been done, and never will be!
(We rapidly cut between arguing leprechauns, with insult and jeer hurling turning to shoving and pushing. Eventually, the speaker manages to bring order back into the house, but the ropes of tension are still taut. He then turns to face John and Donovan with a kindly face.)
Speaker: Speak your minds, good sirs, and tell us why we should permit your entry into our affairs.
(John pauses and, closing his eyes, ruminates on an answer. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and speaks.)
John: I confess that we are indeed strangers in this land, unfamiliar with your customs and untrained in your laws.
(We cut to John slamming a book onto a table as he and Donovan begin to invesitgate and read through a small mountain of books.)
John: It would be remiss and impolite of us to demand entry to that which we are not native to. I myself would not entertain such a thought.
(We cut to John and Donovan being forcibly escorted off of O'Riely clan grounds by several guard, protesting the treatment of them all the way.)
John: However, we are trained and skilled in ways that will assist in solving the mysteries at play here.
(We cut to the two investigating a wheelbarrow on the beach before again cutting to them performing an autopsy on Colim's body, Jack carefully cutting the man's body open with surgical precision.)
John: Therefore, I entreat with you, honorable members of paliament, to permit us humble servants entry. If not because of whatever gifts we can give, do it because we are honest men who wish to help.
(We cut back to John in the Clans Chamber as he points at a leprechaun in blue, the aforementioned Graudy Pernell.)
John: Grant this, and we can not only assist a grieving brother find peace–
(We cut to Graudy arguing with Big Red in the former's house, spit flying as curses are uttered between the two.)
John: –But bring justice unto the killer who has caused all this strife and chaos among you.
(We cut to leprechauns from different clans eyeing each other with distrust and throwing an insult every now and then. We then cut back to John as he solemnly raises his right hand and places it against his chest.)
John: And though we are not known to you, I swear that, if you let us, we will do our best to see this case through–
(We cut to John and Donovan as they sit across a coyly smirking Melodia, who casually waves a wand around as her minions keep their guard up around them.)
John: –come hell or high water–
(We cut to John and Donovan brawling with various fantastical minions and thugs, with John wrenching a club from a knocked-out goblin's hand before swinging it into a charging Far Darrig.)
John: –and get to the bottom of this mystery!
(We cut to John and Donovan as they enter into the warehouse of the pookas, a sordid and run-down building infested with rats and roaches. In the shadows, the pookas grin unwelcomingly at them.)
John: Even if we have to work until the devil's hour chimes for us!
(We cut to John and Donovan in a dark alley at midnight, a small lamp barely illuminating their faces.)
John: All that's left now...
(We cut back to John. He softly smiles.)
John: ...is for you to make your choice.
(We then fade to the title and release date as the music swells slowly.)
Author's Notes:
Anothersacrifice omake to appease the omake gods.
Enjoy a hypothetical teaser trailer for the movie and potentially something Francis, Felix and Ike showed off to their bosses.
I really don't want this to flop, can you tell?
(We open to pandemonium in the Clans Chamber of the Leprechaun Parliament as the wizened old speaker of the house tries to bring order, thumping his cane on the floor.)
Speaker: Order! Order in this chamber!
(Eventually, the pandemonium dies down, and the speaker coughingly clears his throat.)
Speaker: I–*Cough*–hereby declare this parliament now in session.
(We cut to a wide shot of the entire chamber.)
Speaker: On this day, we are gathered to discuss a most important of issues.
(He then shakily extends his hand outward and signals to people next to the entrance of the chamber, who are initially obscured by some shadows.)
Speaker: Come forward, Dr. John Seward and Mr. Donovan MacCool.
(All the leprechauns turn and mutter as the aforementioned John and Donovan make their way forward, revealed to be humans. They are giants among leprechauns, and the two are the subject of much hushed whispering and muttering. The two stop in the center of the chamber, rays of sun shining down on them, and Donovan takes his hat off in respect.)
Speaker: For what reasons do you present yourselves before this grand parliament today?
(Taking a step forward, John politely smiles.)
John: On behalf of the honorable Graudy Pernell, we, good sirs, are here...
(We smash cut to a shot of the face of a dead leprechaun, a large slash scar across his neck.)
John: ...to investigate the death of his brother Colim.
(A single piano note plays, the one at the start of every Netflix documentary, as the chamber erupts into a flurry of debate. Liam "Big Red" Deugall–a hulk among leprechauns–suddenly stands up and slams his hands against the divider.)
Big Red: We can't just let some alien who-knows into our affairs, rifle around our homes, and become privy to our secrets! It's never been done, and never will be!
(We rapidly cut between arguing leprechauns, with insult and jeer hurling turning to shoving and pushing. Eventually, the speaker manages to bring order back into the house, but the ropes of tension are still taut. He then turns to face John and Donovan with a kindly face.)
Speaker: Speak your minds, good sirs, and tell us why we should permit your entry into our affairs.
(John pauses and, closing his eyes, ruminates on an answer. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and speaks.)
John: I confess that we are indeed strangers in this land, unfamiliar with your customs and untrained in your laws.
(We cut to John slamming a book onto a table as he and Donovan begin to invesitgate and read through a small mountain of books.)
John: It would be remiss and impolite of us to demand entry to that which we are not native to. I myself would not entertain such a thought.
(We cut to John and Donovan being forcibly escorted off of O'Riely clan grounds by several guard, protesting the treatment of them all the way.)
John: However, we are trained and skilled in ways that will assist in solving the mysteries at play here.
(We cut to the two investigating a wheelbarrow on the beach before again cutting to them performing an autopsy on Colim's body, Jack carefully cutting the man's body open with surgical precision.)
John: Therefore, I entreat with you, honorable members of paliament, to permit us humble servants entry. If not because of whatever gifts we can give, do it because we are honest men who wish to help.
(We cut back to John in the Clans Chamber as he points at a leprechaun in blue, the aforementioned Graudy Pernell.)
John: Grant this, and we can not only assist a grieving brother find peace–
(We cut to Graudy arguing with Big Red in the former's house, spit flying as curses are uttered between the two.)
John: –But bring justice unto the killer who has caused all this strife and chaos among you.
(We cut to leprechauns from different clans eyeing each other with distrust and throwing an insult every now and then. We then cut back to John as he solemnly raises his right hand and places it against his chest.)
John: And though we are not known to you, I swear that, if you let us, we will do our best to see this case through–
(We cut to John and Donovan as they sit across a coyly smirking Melodia, who casually waves a wand around as her minions keep their guard up around them.)
John: –come hell or high water–
(We cut to John and Donovan brawling with various fantastical minions and thugs, with John wrenching a club from a knocked-out goblin's hand before swinging it into a charging Far Darrig.)
John: –and get to the bottom of this mystery!
(We cut to John and Donovan as they enter into the warehouse of the pookas, a sordid and run-down building infested with rats and roaches. In the shadows, the pookas grin unwelcomingly at them.)
John: Even if we have to work until the devil's hour chimes for us!
(We cut to John and Donovan in a dark alley at midnight, a small lamp barely illuminating their faces.)
John: All that's left now...
(We cut back to John. He softly smiles.)
John: ...is for you to make your choice.
(We then fade to the title and release date as the music swells slowly.)
Author's Notes:
Another
I really don't want this to flop, can you tell?

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