Lights... Camera... ACTION!!: A Hollywood Quest

Script Struggles: Fast Car:
Script Struggles: Fast Car:

It had started as a form of stress relief.

In all honesty, he hadn't been able to focus on the Sea of Thieves Trilogy, having been forced to both break transition Curse of the Black Pearl's script into three parts, create a new name of the project [the name he wanted to give the series was being hoarded by Disney], and his ideas folder was already bursting at the seams, to the point he was seriously beginning to question whether or not to turn into a book series first, leaving him with little time for both Star Wars and other, more serious projects. And so, in the middle of fixing up Farah's car after having some trouble with the engine, an idea came to him...a silly idea. It made him laugh a bit, before he went back to work on the car, up to his elbows in grease and happy despite the scorching sun. When he finally made his way inside to cleanup, Farah greeted him with a glass of cold water and a kiss when he was done, leading him to forget about it for a time.

Actually, Dave would have forgotten it altogether if not for a discussion a week later where he and George got talking about the work they'd done on their cars, and, when the discussion pivoted to racing, he brought it up with George.

"Imagine a Pulp Western Thriller where, instead of horses, highway bandits get around in sports cars," Dave mentioned offhandedly, absentmindedly scratching out a couple of ideas on a napkin before passing it off to George, "Something that's just a bit of dumb fun that we can experiment with."

A few minutes later, and Dave could have sworn he'd been caught up in a whirlwind based on just how excited the idea had made George, who'd ended the conversation in no uncertain terms that as soon as the script passed his desk, he was very much inclined to immediately greenlight the project.


Soon after, he started working on a basic outline, throwing together a number of potential script ideas before settling on an undercover government agent joining an illegal street-racing crew responsible for a multitude of highway robberies and, after growing closer to them, learning his loyalties are, in a word, conflicted. From there the script grew into a story about found family, about brotherhood, and what it means to be free; while initially he wanted to infuse it with only Western machismo and Americana, he thought better of it and started including aspects of Mexicana and internationalism, after briefly hearing about Japan's drifting scene from Bruce. And by the end, he had a rough draft of Project FastTrack's first script: Fast & Furious.

It was only after completing it that Dave realized how much of his personal journey he had infused into these characters.


Fast & Furious:
PITCH: Brian O'Conner is an undercover LAPD officer looking into a string of highway semi-truck hijackings, which he suspects is linked to ex-convict Dominic "Dom" Toretto and his car shop crew, and makes an attempt to break into their inner circle...before slowly growing conflicted over his true allegiance when he grudgingly comes to respect Dom for his sense of loyalty, which causes problems of their own in his professional life over whether or not he can truly be trusted as a law enforcement officer.

SCRIPT (1st Draft):
SCRIPT said:
FADE IN:

EXT. LOS ANGELES STREET - NIGHT

We see street racers revving their cars for a late-night race. One of the racers is BRIAN O'CONNER), who lines up against another racer, DOMINIC TORETTO.

The race begins. Both Brian and Dom's cars speed through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. The race is neck and neck until Brian's car spins out of control, causing him to lose the race.

Brian is determined to redeem himself and win the respect of Dom and his crew. He infiltrates their group and gets to know them, especially Dom's sister, MIA. However, tensions arise between Brian and Dom.

Brian discovers that Dom and his crew are actually a group of hijackers stealing valuable electronics from trucks. Brian must choose between his loyalty to the LAPD and his newfound loyalty to Dom and his crew.

As the stakes get higher, the crew decides to take on a dangerous heist that could put them all in jeopardy. Brian must decide where his loyalties lie as he races down the streets of Los Angeles with Dom and his crew, trying to evade the police and complete the heist.

In the end, Brian makes the difficult decision to arrest Dom and his crew, but not before they share a moment of mutual respect and admiration for each other as racers and friends.

FADE OUT.


A/N: Watched Fast X, was exactly what I thought it'd be...pure, dumb blockbuster fun, which left me wanting to inject some of that into Bruce's world (albeit with a less...nonsensical script where appropriate). I hadn't planned on doing anything with the project until the '90s so we could get Keanu Reeves and/or Paul Walker, but then I remembered George's love of racing, so it might be something we see a little earlier.

Also swapped out A) Fast & Furious over The Fast and the Furious to avoid confusion with John Ireland's 1955 film, and B) the Cuban influence for Mexico's on account of Dave being Irish-Mexican by way of St. Patrick's Battalion (also, we're in the middle of the Red Scare); also contemplating on whether or not Dave wants the role of Dom, on account of his writing the script, but I dunno...what do y'all think?
 
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A Rocky Start
A Rocky Start

The only thing worse than being a no good bum, was being a no good bum working in Hollywood. It was an experience that one Sylvester Stallone would be able to painfully testify to later on as the start of the 1970's were some of the worst and most depressing years in his life.

All Sly wanted to do was to become an actor and give great performances. He didn't care about being the most famous or richest in Hollywood, all that mattered to him was good roles in decent films. Unfortunately, while Sly had some modest success doing stage work in D.C, when he tried to chase his dreams in the city of angels, he repeatedly got the door slammed before he could even come within ten feet so to speak.

While talent was important, in truth Hollywood wanted good looking people over quality actors, models over thespians. While Sly thought himself to be decently handsome in a rugged sort of way, he sure as hell wasn't no pretty boy, and no matter what his mother or girlfriend told him, it seemed that most casting directors in the town thought he was the definition of unattractive, a state made worse by his signature slur and partial face paralysis.

While it was pretty insulting and hurtful, Sly did his best to take it all into stride. After all, not every character could be beautiful, and somebody had to take on the role of the ugly guy. So Sly started veering more towards muscle and heavy work, where they needed a strong and silent type that his build could fit for and from there use his skills to develop the characters into something larger and get proper roles based on talent alone.

Unfortunately even then it seemed that he was lacking in a lot of departments, primarily quality. People found him to be too stiff, awkward, or uncharismatic. Even if he was just doing very minor roles where he had a couple of lines or just did some blocking, the Directors would complain that he was heavily out of place and dragging the scene. With no one finding talent or belief in Sly, he had to resort to desperate measures to make ends meet, resulting in his first appearance on the camera being a cheap porno for $200, by far one of the most miserable moments in his life, and unfortunately not the last ones to make ends meet.

Sly could handle rejection reasonably well, but it was tough to keep going day after day when everyone in the industry thought you were a no good bum who had no place being on screen for a second. For two years, Sly had to struggle to make ends meet by working two or three odd jobs at a time and constantly flirting with homelessness and starvation with unemployment being a revolving door. He had some brief flings with famous works through extra appearences such as a soldier and MASH, but despite how veterans liked to extoll extra work as necessary stepping stones, in truth they didn't mean shit on a resume. All it meant was that you were competent enough to follow orders and not act like a lunatic on camera, it didn't make you any more worthy of getting speaking roles.

For many nights he danced with the thought of quitting and returning home, not seeing any point in living in a city that hated him and wanted no part. But something inside kept on nagging him to stay, the Stallone fighting spirit that wouldn't take no and would never surrender so long as he was physically capable of doing. That didn't stop many attempted trips to the bus station however, each trip pushing him a few more feet than the last before heading home.

Fortunately he had somewhat of a minor breakthrough recently with two starring roles in films! Well...kind of, sort of, not really. They were both culture and crime pieces about New York, his original hometown. In No Place to Hide he played an anti-Fascist radical student bomber, and in The Lords of Flatbush he was a greaser and a thug as part of a gang, in the latter he even got to star alongside Henry Winkler, the great Fonzi! It was a very welcome breath of fresh air for Sly to go to set on a daily basis and contribute as a lead, to be appreciated and respected, to have others value his work and like his performance. Even Henry complimented him and stated he was going to go places, The Fonz liked him!

Unfortunately while starring in two films would usually mean very wonders for acquiring regular movie and television work, the problem was that both films were extremely obscure Indie films that barely had a presence at the box office. More than once Sly got questioned on if he was making up his work, the scumbags having the audacity to think he would lie! Henry promised him to try to get him a guest spot on Happy Days or shop around NBC and advertise the services of a stellar unknown that the station would be ripe to take, but as nice as the gesture was, Sly knew it was just wasted time, thus he was stuck waiting on miracles to continue his pathetic life as an LA bum. Then one day, he would receive just that.

Sly liked to pride himself on having very acute senses of spatial awareness and observation, always managing to pick up the little details everyone glossed over and on occasion finding hidden gems in his travels. One such was a ticket that would forever change his life. One day, while walking out of a studio after another failed audition, Sly noticed a ticket in the trash. It was a ticket for a boxing match, O'Brian vs Crane. As a good samaritan, he asked around if anyone lost a boxing ticket, but no one said anything and just shrugged. Figuring that it was either intentional or the presumed suit or star didn't give that much of a damn if they weren't searching like mad, Sly kept the ticket for himself and decided to treat himself to a decent night, having gone years without attending a sporting event and his usual brand of live entertainment being walking by a street performer across LA.

It was April 27th, 1973, a night he would never forget. The match took place in the LA Memorial Sports Arena. The Arena had been completely sold out in tickets with the main attraction being O'Brian vs. Crane, with Sly finding out as he approached the stadium that said O'Brian in question was Bruce O'Brian, the star of MASH who flipped the finger to CBS and lead one of the biggest actor revolts in TV history. Sly had heard talk of Bruce becoming a boxer, but he assumed it was all an act, but from the way everyone was talking it seemed a big deal.

It was a funny image to Sly who remembered the Bruce of MASH being a scrawny kind of teen who was very akward and looked heavily out of his depth and a bit miserable during the season from hell. Sly briefly imagined Bruce recognizing him in the crowd and striking conversation, only to realize after a second that such an image was ludicrous. The two never talked on MASH, and while friendly Bruce was never intimate with the extras. Why would he bother remembering a bum like him?

Still, as a fellow MASH alumni of sorts, it was nice to see Bruce in action and made the Irishman Sly's favorite. After akwardly sitting in silence for half an hour, surrounded by rich and elitist snobs as apparently his mystery ticket was a front row one with everyone looking at the Italian in a leather jacket and munching on a hot dog and popcorn, the show began.

"Ladies and gentleman, in this corner, weighing 179 pounds, he's the MASHter of faster, the soldier slugger, the Hollywood hound from Hell's kitchen, give it for the one and only, Bruce, Emerald SPLASH, O'BRIAN!" The referee excitedly announced in dramatic fanfare. Bruce would strut into the stadium and bounce, smiling and giving some shadow punches while waving for the audience, everyone eating it up and going wild and cheering his name, with Sly adding his own cheers to the mix.

With Bruce's opponent being a beefy and older Black man with near half a foot of height on him, Sly expected for the match to be a bit of a slugfest, only to be proven wrong in what was one of the most dramatic of upsets for the lay fan. As soon as the bell dinged, Bruce went dashing in with speed, delivering a series of powerful blows as Crane was trying to build a defense, Bruce going too quick for Crane to keep up with. Crane attempted to throw his own punches, but instead of blocking; Bruce either smacked them away or crouched as swift as lightning and assumed a new stance while adjusting his position, then throwing around four to six punches while Crane was struggling to locate him. It was far from a proper sporting match, more like a butcher slicing meat in Sly's eyes with Bruce not receiving a single scratch while bruising Crane like crazy. With a strong right hook, Bruce rammed into Crane's jaw and knocked him down on the ground with his lights out, giving him a one round knockout.

Sly sat in his seat in total shock at the massacre that just took place, from a kid who just turned 18 and wasn't even a professional boxer, but an actor who did this as a hobby. Sly looked to the overhead clock and was flabbergasted that the entire match took place in a minute and nineteen seconds. "What the fuck was that?" He asked in disbelief. It was like watching Frazier take candy from a baby and then beat said baby to a bloody pulp.

"That right there was the Emerald Splash." Answered a burly man in a suit that probably costed Sly's annual rent to his right. Sly was a bit surprised that he answered him since the question was mainly rhetorical.

"Is that normal for boxing? I thought a sport like this was more about slug matches and attrition." Sly asked.

"Oh they usually are, but not Bruce O'Brian. Kid has never lost a match, and always wins them in the first round by knockout. No one can land a hit on him, and in the meantime he's throwing iron punches at five, six times a second. Apparently it's all based off of some wild karate stuff he learned from Bruce Lee. He makes veterans like Crane look like kids fighting Ali, total waste to not have him go pro." The man said, something Sly couldn't help but agree.

Before Sly held acting as his greatest love, but watching such a brutal beatdown awakened something inside him, a prime instinct like a tiger. Simply observing as a fan gave him one of the greatest highs that he ever experienced, a rush that his starring performances could only be equal to. What Sly just witnessed was not just a sport, it was art, it was a prime showing of human emotion through fists, it was beautiful!

After that match, Sly became obsessed with boxing. He picked up any books he could on the subject from the library, read any and all boxing reports in the sports section of the papers, became a regular at bars and watched any of the highlight heavyweight matches being broadcasted; he even taught himself a few techniques and moves in the vain hope of becoming more like Bruce O'Brian, a badass who took shit from no one and punched whatever the world threw at him.

Sly had a primal hunger for boxing, to the point where he started neglecting his auditions in the pursuit of his new fascination. He also became a major fan of Bruce, eagerly rushing to his TV whenever an episode of MASH came on and watching American Graffiti three times when it was in theaters. There was a New Yorker living the American Dream and excelling at whatever he wanted, rising to the top of Hollywood and knocking down the bastards of the system who tried to keep him out. He was everything Sly wanted to be and more.

Then came the second day that changed his life, the night of O'Brian vs Foster. Around early lunchtime, Sly became one of 200 million people across the world who turned into one of the greatest fights in all of boxing history. Not having the money to pay for it on his television, Sly went out to one of his favorite sports bars to catch the match with the rest of the bar. With it being past ten in the morning and on a Thursday, Sly assumed that the bar would be empty, but to his shock it was completely packed with dozens of men and women of all collars and colors coming to watch a movie star go toe to toe with one of boxing's greatest.

Fortunately for Sly, at the moment he just came in, one of the patron's at the bar was leaving, allowing him to slide in quickly and get a close view of the TV.

"So, who you betting on, O'Brian or Foster?" The bartender Dave asked Sly.

"What you talking about?"

"Who you betting to win, by how and in how many rounds?" Dave pressed.

"Isn't it illegal to oversee gambling in a bar?" Sly asked. Dave had shared before how he was a veteran gambler in Vegas, though he had never pressed it before to his customers and Sly had no intention of gambling previously when he was just meagerly living by.

"You a Narc?" Dave asked, to which Sly shook his head. "Then don't worry about it. Most everyone is shifting money around this fight, we'll probably see a billion dollars trade hands within the next couple of hours. I figured why not make it a bit semi-professional, ensure everyone gets good winnings and clean transactions, and make a little for myself, you know?" Dave said, to which Sly nodded in respect. "So, you betting or buying?"

Normally Sly would just refuse and order a beer and maybe munch on some onion rings or something, but having consumed anything he could on boxing for the past six months, he figured he had an honest shot at the gamble. As much as he wanted to place his money on O'Brian, Bruce up until this point was still an actor first and he had been fighting small fry, and now he was going against a man who challenged Mohammed Ali. Against experience and raw power, barring divine intervention it was unlikely Bruce would win, but Sly doubted that the fighting Irish would fall down so easy, which just left the option of where to place the round.

It was the tale of an unstoppable force versus an immovable object. Bruce was a hell of a fighter, but never got past the first round. Still, with all of those moves and one of the nastiest techniques he had ever seen, how long would he last, and would he even go down at all.

Feeling rather adventurous and having a gut instinct like he never felt before, Sly pulled out the only Andrew Jackson in his wallet from a club of Washingtons and twin Lincolns, "$20 on Foster winning. Gonna go 15 and end in a...O'Brian's going to go the distance. Split decision." Perhaps one of the most ballsiest decisions that Sly ever made in his life.

Dave sure seemed to be treating it as such, "You shitting me, Bruce going all the way, and split?" Dave asked, to which Sly shrugged his shoulders.

"Anything's possible. Kid is a Korean War veteran after all." Sly joked.

Dave shook his head and took the bill before Sly could change his mind, "Alright, you'll probably make a couple bucks for Foster, but don't expect anything else. Going the distance, pfft, and Queen Elizabeth is my mother."

It did in fact turn out that Queen Elizabeth was his mother.

It was a brutal brawl the likes of which Sly had never seen and could never have possibly dreamed of, with no one's expectations being met. Bruce got off as strong as usual with his tricks and speed, but Foster was very prepared and stood his ground, while delivering the first blows that Bruce had ever experienced in his career. Instead of being knocked down, Bruce adapted and tried new tactics, the two engaging in a seesaw duel where the advantage kept on going back and forth, each fighter acting at their peak and giving the greatest fight of their lives. Everyone was glued to the TV, and when not silent they yelled and screamed and cussed for their champions to win.

Over the course of the match, Sly became a center of attention as one of the boxing aficionados, as novice as he was, he provided intelligent commentary and could easily explain what was going on to his frustrated compatriots at the bar while making some smart predictions. By the eighth round, half the bar was huddled around Sly as he was giving his color commentary as a second voice playing off of Don Dunphy. With each passing round, his predictions were becoming more and more true as Bruce continued to show his worth and give Bob Foster a true Emerald Splash. However he received just as hard as he dished it out, and in the end it was a messy punch for punch, and while both looked close to falling over, their spirits held and Bruce went the distance, resulting in a split decision, and with that Sylvester Stallone would manage to win over $2000 of cash.

Now a normal man would have taken all the gambling earnings and wisely put it in the bank or pay off his debts and spend just a little bit for personal fun. While Sly did stock up his pantry and pay the month's rent, he didn't feel like being in the mood to just let the pile of cash sit around in the bank or maybe go play the stock market. Rather, he had a dream that was finally achievable, and for the first time in his life, Sly felt he was in control and could do something to push himself out of his doldrums and be a real winner.

After asking around, Sly was directed to a gym called Mac's Joint. Walking in, he found a rather busy place with a couple dozen athletes, all more built and athletic than Sly had ever been going at it like nonstop machines. He walked around aimlessly for a bit, gawking at all of the men and wondering if he was worthy, or if he could ever come close to achieving such a state when a middle aged man standing next to the central ring noticed him and hollered at him, "Hey you, bushy hair!" Sly looked around and then pointed at himself, "Yeah you, come here!" Not wanting to gather attention, Sly walked over to the man while a spar was ongoing inside of the room.

"What you looking for? Never seen you around in here." The man said with a rather thick and gravelly voice.

"Name's Sylvester Stallone, I was hoping I could join the Gym." Sly answered plainly.

"You an actor?" The man picked up, with Sly blinking in shock as it was the first time he had ever been noticed as such.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Sly asked. He doubted that he saw No Place to Hide when the only American showings were in the New York area.

"You live in this town long enough and you can smell movie brats from a mile away, and you reek like one." The man said harshly. Sly felt a bit offended, but stood his ground. "If you're looking for a place to run and lift some dumbbells to look pretty then find somewhere else. We train athletes." The man said, then started to turn around.

"I'm not lookin to do anything casual or nothin, I want to become a boxer." Sly said, garnering the man's interest.

"You gonna be a hobby boy or looking to go pro?"

"Hoping I could be like Bruce O'Brian." Sly said honestly. "He's kind of the reason I got into the sport. Figured if a guy like him could do knockouts while appearing on TV, I could do something similar. I know I'm not the next Foreman, but I love the sport and I want to make an honest effort, make a living and be the best I can be." If Sly was going to continue to be subtly blacklisted from Hollywood, he figured it would be far better to pay the bills through beating a man to a pulp sportsmanlike than doing porn.

The man squinted his eyes at Sly and gave him a hard look. Sly was about ready to go home when he was asked, "You ever been in a fight before?"

"Got into a few matches at school. Got bruised, made sure the other kids were worse than me." Sly said, producing a smirk and chuckle from the man.

"Show me your stance." Sly did so, not nearly as professional as Bruce, but a decent brawler's start. "Now punch that bag over there." The man directed. And Sly gave a few hard punches, feeling some slight pain at the contact but also leaving a decent impact at the same time.

The man gave him a look over for a few seconds then sighed, "Well you sure as hell won't win belts, but I think I can make something decent out of you. Name's Samuel MacDonald, you got the money for membership?"

"It's at my place." Sly answered, feeling a rush of excitement over finally getting to learn the sport.

Samuel pondered for a second than shrugged, "Eh, bring it tomorrow, we'll sign the papers then. For now I'm feeling a bit generous today, I'll show you some of the ropes, see if you're committed or a half-ass."

Samuel then gave Sly an hour of personal attention, running him through various drills and teaching the basic fundamentals of boxing. Sly was nowhere near top form, but he gave it his all and took all the criticism to heart, at the end being reward with light praise that he was "A mess but a promising one with heart." and a demand to return to the gym at opening time tomorrow, with Sly happily accepting.

On an adrenaline rush, Sly would later go on a five mile run in the streets, celebrating his newfound path and happy that he could finally do something he was good at and truly make a name for himself. However, while Sly may have had a newfound passion for boxing, he never lost his love for acting, and while running, he began to brainstorm ideas for a boxing movie, one he could write and star on his own.

Not wanting to lose his muse, Sly rushed home and grabbed some pencil and paper and wrote everything and anything that came to mind. It would be a triumphant and hopeful tale of a bum and low-time fighter getting a shot at the big title, where in an act of charity and publicity, he could prove himself to the world and rise above to be the greatest he could be. It was a tale of struggle and hardship, but also hope and victory of oneself. It was not only a boxing story, but also a love story, where two misfits looked down by the world found solace and purpose in each other, inspiring one another to be their best selves. It was a story that would be THE boxing movie, the story of his life and so many other bums across America who just wanted that one shot for greatness. It was the story of Rocky Balboa, the Italian Stallion.
 
MiniSeries Pitch: Dawnbreak
MiniSeries Pitch: Dawnbreak by Goose O'Brien ( Shakesperean Comedy / Anthology / Edutainment )

Set in the aftermath of a Category 7 hurricane (Hurricane Ike) that hit the Southern United States, the series revolves around the last standing Wafflehouse. Each episode features a new character who walks into the restaurant, and we get a unique snapshot into their life before and after the catastrophic event.

The series will follow the traditional themes of Shakespearean tragedy, with each episode featuring a new and unique character, struggling through the seemingly post-apocalyptic world with their own personal tragedy. The show explores themes of love, loss, betrayal, and redemption.

Not only will "Dawnbeak" offer the unique perspective of a snapshot into the lives of a diverse cast of characters, but it is also interwoven with elements of comedy, the iconic Southern culture, and the struggles of survival.

As the characters find themselves in this single refuge, surrounded by the ruined world outside, they slowly come to realize that their fate is now inextricably linked to the remaining residents of the Wafflehouse, as they must band together to weather the storm.

With its explosive storyline, compelling characters, and a fresh take on Shakespearean tragedy, "Dawnbreak" promises to be a series that will leave audiences wanting more. So step into the last remaining Wafflehouse and witness the tales of those who roam these unfamiliar lands!

Episode 1 - "The Way Out"

Fade In:

EXT. WAFFLEHOUSE PARKING LOT - DAY

The Wafflehouse stands alone in a sea of destruction following a Category 7 hurricane that has ravaged the Southern United States.

INT. WAFFLEHOUSE - DAY

A man, JIM, walks into the Wafflehouse wearing a soaked and tattered outfit. His hair and beard are a mess, and his eyes are red from crying. He approaches the counter.

JIM:
(sighing heavily)
I'd like some coffee, please.

The waitress, LIZ, looks at him with concern.

LIZ:
(hesitant)
Sir, do you have anyone?

JIM:
(tears in his eyes)
...no.

LIZ:
(sympathetically)
I'm so sorry.

JIM:
(taking a deep breath)
I don't know what to do now.

LIZ:
(tenderly)
Well, for now, let's get you that coffee.

She pours him some coffee and serves it to him. Jim takes a sip, and the steam engulfs his face.

JIM:
(thanking Liz)
Thank you.

LIZ:
(curiously)
Have you seen anyone else out there?

JIM:
(looking around)
No one. It's been just me. I'm amazed you're still open.

LIZ:
(whispering)
So am I.

Suddenly, there's a loud knock on the door. Liz looks at Jim with fear as she slowly approaches the door.

LIZ:
(quivering)
Who is it?

MAN'S VOICE:
(desperately)
Please, I need help.

Liz opens the door, and a man, MIKE, stumbles inside.

MIKE:
(crying hysterically)
I need help. My wife and daughter are trapped in our house, and I can't get to them.

Liz and Jim exchange looks before nodding to each other. They knew it was time to risk their lives to help save others.

LIZ:
(determined)
I'm going to do everything I can to help you.

JIM:
(agreeing)
Me too.

The three of them set off into the hurricane.

Fade Out.


A/N: Taking the idea from both these videos, how's about a Postapocalyptic Shakesperean Anthology Series?

Also want to use it as an opportunity to teach people what to do should the worst happen before, during and after a hurricane; if greenlit for a second season, do the same with another disaster (Earthquake, Nuclear Attack, Tsunami, Volcano, etc.) in a different region of the United States (Alaska, East Coast, Rockies, West Coast, etc.).
 
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Battle of the Battles
Battle of the Battles

Inside of a Chinese restaurant sat two rising titans of the film industry, George and Marcia Lucas. Normally such a public outing of film leaders would cause a swarm of paparazzi or a line for autographs and conversations from the restaurant's patrons, although for the Lucas' this was never the case. Editors like Marcia who in many ways carried the backbone of a movie were nonexistent in media coverage and credit and George thanks to his heavily introverted personality had voluntarily stepped back from most of the American Graffiti promotion campaign, thus passing the spotlight to Bruce. As such, while most of America knew of George and Marcia Lucas, very few knew what they looked like. It was such a powerful cloak of anonymity that their double dates with the O'Brians shielded the actors by making them seem like a young man and his girlfriend having a good time with his older brother and sister-in-law.

Of course, even if they were very visibly recognizable, it would be tough to notice the spouses thanks to their lunch being a rather quiet and morbid affair, consisting of lukewarm silences and smalltalk, a product of the herd of elephants in the room on what to do with the space battles and runtime of Star Wars.

It was an unfortunate state of affairs that ran contrary to the two year bliss of the two's marriage after American Graffiti. Shortly before the release, a much needed vacation for the two in France had the couple opening up to one another for the first time since their wedding. After Marcia asked a long needed question, George opened up his fears and anxieties that he had kept bottled up like a glued pressure cooker, and the two started talking honestly and openly about everything and anything that went right and wrong in their lives.

When Graffiti became a smashing success and Lucasfilms was born, the two in their newfound low-stress environment continued their new practice of communication instead of staying silent or running away. Without their marriage and careers under constant attack and George finding new outlets for his stress, the daily talks and openness turned from coping and therapy, to quiet times of intimacy and love. For George and Marcia, it was as if they were back in their college days and discovering each other for the first time, taking the time and effort to explore their relationship and make sure their love was more than a case of opposites attract and similar passions.

Even Star Wars which was George's most ambitious project, one which would likely be the film that defined his career and life didn't get in the way of their marriage as he feared. Instead the two had genuine fun working together as some of the best days since their wedding, an experienced enhanced by both George and Marcia being cinephiles who were crafting a film they believed would be one of the greatest in history.

Then came time for the editing and the happy days turned into frustrating slogs.

The core of their divide and many arguments in the post-production was that at the heart of the matter, both George and Marcia were highly talented filmmakers that at the same time were very stubborn and had two diametrically opposed points of view on how to edit a film. George loved long and slow movies that were rich with detail, a quilt of film theory in every shot with the tiniest of details sharing purpose, while at the same time being arranged in a loose composition. Marcia preferred movies that were fast-paced, bold, dynamic and had precise execution. She wanted each shot to have one purpose, not many, for Marcia believed that a movie needed to have a deep and singular impact in each scene for a tightly-crafted final cut. George wanted a four hour opera, Marcia wanted a two hour adventure. Both found it hard to have compromise thus turning what should have been a simple job into line in the sand arguments for the outcome of Star Wars.

It was not as if George was against taking criticism or advice from his wife. George knew that Marcia was the best Editor in town, his only gripe with the Oscars being that they didn't give Marcia the award she deserved for Best Editing. The final draft of the Star Wars script had also been heavily influenced by Marcia with her playing a key role in the plot changes, most of which George accepted with a lot of pivotal scenes having a Marcia influence such as Obi-wan dying. However, at his core, George was a man who HATED being told what to do and being forced to change his vision. The circle who he was willing to concede to was small with a few close people such as Marcia and Bruce, but when George was presented with what he thought was perfection, he doubled down and built an Albanian bunker, point being the space battles of Star Wars with George going beyond the three chases and Yavin into an hour's worth of epic battles.

Although really, even that wasn't the main problem for editing. For what hurt George the most, was that not only was Marcia right for the most part, but that it had come from her. From their first days editing together at USC, George knew without a shred of doubt that Marcia was the superior editor, nothing he could do coming close to her work. As such, whenever Marcia had an edit, George knew she almost always had to be right, and this time she wanted to throw out his most beloved part of the film and remove or shorten so many scenes that he had the most enjoyment filming. If Marcia wanted to change so much, did that mean that he was a bad filmmaker, that he made a bad movie.

Releasing a sigh as he mindlessly stirred his cold lo mein, George looked to Marcia who was in a similar glum state, though upon noticing his gaze, she gave a tired but earnest smile which George returned.

George hated this new state of conflict that drove a wedge in his marriage, and to be honest he was responsible for a decent portion of the grief for his stubborn stands and procrastinating adventures into script writing for the anthology show. Part of him wanted to unconditionally surrender so that he and Marcia could return to their happy days and push Star Wars forward. However, another part of him said that if he did so, not only was it not good for the film, but it would set an unhealthy precedent for their marriage that would ruin all the work they had put in for the past two years.

It was then that George remembered a conversation that he shared with Bruce on the Lucasfilms rooftop.

"Bruce, how do you...nevermind." George attempted to ask, then retreated over realizing how silly such a question sounded.

"How do I what George?" Bruce asked in concern.

George waved it off, "It's nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing to you. Is there something you need advice George? I don't mind sharing." Bruce pressed.

George sighed heavily and decided to finish what he started, "I was wondering how do you and Carrie handle...fights." He asked lamely. It felt highly awkward to ask for marriage advice from a 20 year old who wasn't even married for a full year, but George felt that Bruce had to have some answer. Everyone on the set knew Bruce and Carrie to be the perfect couple, an honest to God fairytale romance come to life. Outside of brief moments of annoyance, the two never had any bad times and were madly in love just standing next to each other or holding hands. A good chunk of the retakes were trying to keep the two from acting as mushy lovebirds on screen. It was a relationship that George felt he couldn't come close to obtaining with Marcia.

Bruce set down his beer in concern, "George, are you and Marcia-"

"No, no, no; it's nothing terrible I promise. I still love Marcia, and things are a hell of a lot better than something taking place during THX. It's just that I can't find a way to resolve things over the battles and I think no matter how this ends up one of us is going to be bitter. But I doubt you and Carrie ever had anything like that." George said, then taking a deep swig of beer.

Bruce pondered the question for a while and then answered, "Well, Carrie and I don't really fight have frequent fights. Something comes up every month or two, we have a fierce debate for a while, and then we find a compromise and show each other that we still love each other and it's not going to get in the way moving forward." Bruce explained, with George starring in befuddlement to which Bruce just shrugged, "She can be a bit of a spitfire when pushed, and I'm Irish, it happens."

"What do you two even fight about? The Yankees?" George asked, the image of Bruce and Carrie at odds not being something he could possibly imagine.

Bruce chuckled at that, though George had not been joking. "Nah, my Yankee temper is reserved for Farah and Todd. There's usually a couple of topic triggers; my work habits, Hollywood nonsense, politics, guns." George was rather alarmed at the last topic to which Bruce quickly explained, "Carrie didn't like my continued ownership after Mom was shot, but I felt I needed to protect our home and family. We went at it for about a week, but then I showed Carrie how serious and responsible I took things, and we came to an agreement where I didn't use them for fun and kept the training away from the house, and she started learning karate and I helped her with defense."

George was intrigued, finding the cases to be different in passion even if the stakes were wildly different. "So how'd you handle things when you two were dug in so strongly, and how'd you find a compromise?"

Bruce hummed in thought, contemplating for a while on how to best articulate the system he and Carrie had built, "Well, we aren't perfect and don't always keep to it when things run high, but generally whenever there's something we're polar opposites on, we keep quiet and don't say a word when the other's talking, just let each other air things out until there's nothing left to say and then respond. Always say things in detail, leave no room for wrong signals or misinterpretation. Be level headed and keep emotion out as best as you can. And honestly, I know it sounds weird but I prefer to have the fights stretch and take their time."

"Doesn't that make things worse?"

"For a lot of people probably. But with us, I don't want leave room for unfinished business and have Carrie be resentful or vice versa. Plus when we're not rushing for victory or to settle things as soon as possible, Carrie and I can just focus on talking and understanding the other. It helps remind us that we're here for each other and we'll work through it."

While George didn't entirely agree with the advice, he was sympathetic to the spirit and remembering how Bruce's intervention had helped to make life better many times before, George sought to follow it closely when he reignited the discussion.

"Marcia...what is it about my filmmaking that you think is bad?" George asked bluntly.

Marcia gave him a sour look, "George, do we have to talk about it here?" The purpose of their outing had been to relieve the stress through a quiet lunch at once of Bruce and Carrie's favorites, but seeing as how that hadn't mended anything and just pushed tensions to the side, George felt it was best to just rip the bandaid now.

"I'm not going to get mad or argue, I promise. I just want to know what I'm terrible at so when we look at the footage again, I know where I'm wrong so I can listen to you better and make the best decisions. I don't want to continue screwing things up because I refuse to let go of bad habits." George said.

Marcia sighed and held onto his hand, "George, I don't think you're bad at anything when it comes to movies."

"Even my dialogue?" George questioned in a bit of light self-deprecation, to which Marcia chuckled. When he watched the audition tapes, George couldn't help but cringe over how clunky and awkward the actors were performing thanks to his messy first draft he gave to Bruce. While he got the perfect cast in the end, George couldn't help but feel he sabotaged the process and prevented some really talented stars from shining at their best.

"The first couple of drafts were a bit rough on lines to be sure, but you kept improving and came up with some incredible conversations." Marcia complimented sincerely, though even then George couldn't be held solely accountable as it took a dozen watches of American Graffiti and heavy inspiration from the improv dialogue to push him to the finish line.

"And the battles?" George pressed on, to which Marcia sank in her seat for what was to come.

"You're not bad at anything George, I promise. And your cut is better than most of what's in theaters. It's just that, you have some preferences and tendencies in storytelling that I'm worried your general audience isn't going to react as they should."

"Like the space battles?" George asked cautiously, to which Marcia nodded. "I know we have to trim a lot of the fat and some scenes have to go, Graffiti did become better after your work. But I think this time a long runtime isn't going to kill it. Everyone loves The Godfather, and they're three hour movies."

"Yes, and The Godfather is a character-focused period and crime drama that takes place over the course of several years. Francis needs the long runtime because the emotional delivery depends on the scenes being a slow buildup to the climax while every part of the plot is critical to the journey of the Corelone Saga." Marcia said. George felt a burning need to retort on how he needed the scenes as well, but remembering Bruce's advice, he let Marcia continue.

"Star Wars is a space adventure as a an exploration of the hero's journey and love letter to those adventure reels. Star Wars' strength is in the journey, and if we spend too much time away from it, then the delivery weakens and the film starts to crumble. If we were talking about Star Wars as a book, then the character exploration, worldbuilding and battles would be its greatest strengths. As a movie, there needs to be some sacrifices to make the most effective film." Marcia explained.

George was at a loss of words at such an argument, Marcia once again seeming to win and present a very effective argument for which he had no effective counter besides his vision. Feeling tired and not seeing the merit in continuing, George was ready to concede until Marcia spoke again, which made him see things from a new direction.

"George, why are the space battles so important to you?" Marcia asked cautiously.

"Well it is Star Wars and a science fiction film." George replied dumbly.

"That's not what I'm asking. I mean...why is it that you're so flustered over the battles and are fighting so hard on it, but on every other scene, you don't have any issue and are fine with change." Marcia pressed, making George understand that while he had defended the battles and explained their artistic purpose, he never really explained why emotionally it was so crucial to him.

George took well over a minute to think of a response in silence, Marcia mercifully giving him the time to collect his thoughts and explain his position. "I think it's because of Obi-wan and Vader."

"Huh?" Marcia said in puzzlement, not really seeing what the lightsaber duel had to do with starfighters and Star Destroyers.

"Was that or was that not the best fight in movie history?" George asked.

"It was the best, and will remain so for many years to come." Marcia agreed with. To both the Lucas', the fight was perfection in human form, both Toshiro and Peter delivering a performance that no one else could possibly match, going into impossible shows of swordsmanship and action that George could never have dreamed of.

"Watching the fight made me realize that we have a film that's not only great, but it's going to change how movies are made from now until the end of time, in ways that go beyond anything Godfather or Some Nights ever did. I strongly believe the space battles are going to play a key role in this. Up til now, almost all space movies have been crappy tales of astronauts exploring with bad effects and costumes. Here we created a whole new galaxy with its own culture and history, and the space battles are on a grand scale that has never been done before. ILM is making the impossible possible, and I'm scared if we miss this opportunity, then we'll never get something as groundbreaking as this again, or at least someone else is going to come and do it first." George argued passionately.

Out of all of his work on Star Wars, his time spent with the Magicians on VFX and SFX was his favorite portion of the film, where George believed he found his greatest artistic love in creating magic and putting it on screen. More than anything, he wanted the battles to stay on screen as much as possible, to help push Star Wars into the film that would define cinema as art.

Marcia pondered on how to best respond, then nodded her head in concession, "I still think it's impossible to keep everything in. But...let's spend the rest of the afternoon looking at the uncut version, and I'll try and approach it differently and see what best enhances the experience." Marcia said, not a full promise of concession, but more than understandable and okay with George.

"Thanks. I'm...I'm sorry for acting so stubborn. You're a brilliant editor, it's just...hard to change something you love."

"I know. It's going to be a great movie. it is Written and Directed by George Lucas." Marcia complimented.

"And edited by Marcia Lucas." George returned.
 
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Devil's Hour: Dead Man's Gold
Remember that Devil's Hour pitch I've been crowing about for a long time? Well, I'm am extremely delighted to report that @King crimson and I have finally finished it after so long. This pitch took so long to write, rewrite, edit, and perfect, but at the end of the day, I'm glad to say it was worth it.

And, as I'm a bit sentimental at times, I'd like to explain how this pitch came to be. It started off with Puss in Boots 2. Seeing all the clips of the movie, I couldn't help but appreciate the way they adapted several fairy tale characters like Goldilocks and Jack Horner. I didn't realize it then, but it had sparked something creative in me.

Then came that Monstrum pitch. It was something that I'd just put together without too much thought, nothing too deep about it. But then I made the mistake of including Rip Van Winkle and the Headless Horseman in that pitch. You see, I have an affinity for ideas and concepts, and Rip Van Winkle as a functionally immortal crime lord got me thinking about Shrek again, and how that franchise seamlessly combined different fairy tale characters together in an awesome world. And that got the boulder rolling down the hill.

I went to my beta reader and partner in crime King Crimson to discuss a potential franchise that could be made from this concept, and soon, we'd done a so much worldbuilding and stuff, that to not write even one pitch about it seemed like a waste. And so, I now proudly present to you all...




Devil's Hour: Dead Man's Gold


Directed by Felix Graves

Written by Felix Graves and Isaac Cullen

Scored by John Williams

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Mystery


Format: Movie (First of a Franchise)

Dr. John "Jack" Seward: A talented Plymouth doctor turned amateur private investigator, Jack Seward is a man defined by his pursuit of both truth and justice. With a keen eye for detail and an almost supernatural ability to keep his cool under pressure, he'll always get his man at the end of the day.

Donovan MacCool: A young Irish half-giant descended from the legendary Finn MacCool, he is Jack Seward's assistant, bodyguard, and friend. Precocious, brawny, and sentimental, he brings both his fighting prowess and more unconventional smarts to the table.

Graudy Pernell: The irreverent, jocose, and charismatic scion of the Bellbitt clan, an Auldport leprechaun clan known for its luxurious, prank-filled, and sometimes debauched lifestyle. He has hired Jack Seward and Donovan MacCool to investigate the murder of his younger brother Colim.

Colim Pernell: The brash, easily-angered, and handsome younger brother of Graudy Pernell. He was found murdered on the beach a few days before Jack and Donovan arrived in Ireland.

Niall O'Riely: The analytical, cowardly, and socially awkward scion of the O'Riely Clan, an Auldport leprechaun clan known for its skilled architects and builders. He opposes Jack and Donovan being allowed to investigate due to the bad precedent it might set. His skittishness and nervousness, though, might tell a different story about his motives.

Liam "Big Red" Deugall: The gruff, stubborn, and honor-bound scion of the Deugall clan, an Auldport leprechaun clan famed for their hardy sailors and fishing industries. A staunch traditionalist, he dislikes Jack and Donovan meddling in the investigation and believes that outsiders should not get involved in leprechaun affairs. Though, there are rumors that his shield of honor is used to protect much less honorable deeds.

Millicent Deugall: The calm, emotional, and kind-hearted younger sister of Liam Deugall. She loves her brother dearly, even with his many flaws, and hopes to see his good name cleared in spite of his temper. That being said, how well does she actually know her brother?

Malocolm Crawkins: The well-spoken, handsome, and posh scion of the Riggleby Clan, the oldest of the Auldport leprechaun clans and renowned for its shoes for both magical and non-magical peoples. Despite his excellent oratory skills, there are some matters which Malocolm wishes to be permanently silenced.

Melodia: An arrogant, greedy, and pragmatic human witch who is one of the major crime bosses of Auldport. Though, she often behaves more like an exasperated older sister cleaning up after her younger siblings' screw-ups rather than the tough, serious criminal mastermind she portrays herself as. Despite all this, she's deeply involved in the criminal underworld, and when push comes to shove, she's not afraid to use violence and worse to get what she wants.
We open with a wide, magnificent shot of a ferry docking at a bustling port, with dockworkers rushing to secure the lines to the port. The bottom of the screen shows, in cursive font, "March 5, 1904" and "Belfast, Ireland" in quick succession. The sounds of waves crashing, winds blowing, and seagulls cawing fill the air, contrasting with the light and calming music in the background.

The boarding ramp is slowly lowered and the passengers from all walks of life begin to exit the ship. High society aristocrats, middle-class workers, boisterous little boys and girls, and, the most striking of all, a burly, tall young man dressed in a dark green cardigan and a newsboy cap carrying multiple suitcases. Minor scars are speckled on his face. Some finely-dressed young women point and stare at him as he walks by, blushing and giggling behind their ornate folding fans. He grins jovially as he strides down the ramp with confidence, each step pounding on it like thunder. As he reaches the bottom, he does a playful little jump to the cobbled pavement below.

He begins to walk toward the city before suddenly stopping to turn back around. His grin becomes more cheeky and his eyes brighten as he stretches his arms out wide in a welcoming gesture.

"Welcome to the Emerald Isle herself, Doctor!" Donovan MacCool boomingly exclaims as we cut back to the top of the boarding ramp, where a pair of buckled shoes walk onto the screen. The camera then pans up to reveal Dr. John "Jack" Seward, dressed in a newly-pressed dapper suit and red scarf and sporting a thick handlebar mustache. He smiles back at Donovan as he, doctor's bag in hand, walks down the ramp himself, remarking back that it's a lot less green than Donovan implies it to be.

Donovan chuckles back as he and the doctor begin to walk into Belfast proper, remarking that Jack wouldn't be saying that if he were to see the majestic cliffs and pastures that Ireland had to offer. Jack relents on the matter as he takes in the many sights, smells, and sounds of Belfast before asking Donovan when they'll reach their destination. Donovan simply remarks that they'll get there soon enough.

As they walk, they pass by various businesses, houses, and roadside stalls with vendors advertising their goods and paper boys selling newspapers. Jack briefly pauses to buy a paper from one of them, handing the boy some extra shillings as a tip as he begins to read the front of it. As they continue walking, Donovan takes in a big breath and exhales contentedly, commenting cheerfully that it's been a while since he's been here. Jack goodnaturedly deadpans that he left Ireland only three months ago, which Donovan waves off playfully and replies that he can be sentimental at times.

They continue walking before Donovan suddenly tugs Jack's arm and remarks that they've arrived at their destination. Jack, a little startled by the sudden gesture, fumbles a bit before looking up at where Donovan is pointing. The camera pans up at the same time to a storefront sign that shows a family fishing boat battling tossing waves, the captain bravely standing at the front of the ship. Written on the sign, in big, golden letters, is "The Drunken Sailor Pub and Inn". Jack slightly wrinkles his nose seeing the sign and exhales deeply, discontentedly muttering about it having to be a tavern. Donovan chuckles lightly, playfully warning Jack not to voice his concerns aloud in these parts as the two walk into the pub together. Jack grumbles under his breath about "liquid sin", but he doesn't make any more of a fuss as the two approach the scruffy and rugged bartender, who is currently cleaning a glass.

Upon noticing the duo, his face lights up and he greets Donovan with an enthusiastic bear hug, and Donovan reciprocates it just as enthusiastically. Donovan asks the bartender Paulie how he's been, to which Paulie gleefully responds that he and the missus have welcomed a new little girl into the family. Donovan excitedly clasps Paulie's shoulder and congratulates him on the wonderful news. He then turns around and quickly introduces Jack to Paulie, who shakes Paulie's hand and also congratulates him on his newborn daughter. Paulie politely thanks Jack before asking if he can get them anything special.

The two quickly look around the pub before Jack fishes a silver doubloon out of his breast pocket and gently slides it over to Paulie. On the face of the coin is a grasping golden hand. The bartender's face turns more serious as he gingerly takes the coin in his hand and inspects it. John whisperingly states that they have a meeting with a leprechaun named Graudy Pernell, after which Paulie takes out a ledger book from under the bar and starts carefully leafing through it. He quickly finds the name "Graudy Pernell" and tells the two that he's boarding in Room 17 over on the second floor. "Knock precisely four times on the door, and he'll let you in," Paulie finishes. Jack thanks him before quickly making his way toward the nearby stairs, but Donovan lingers around to buy a bottle of beer from Paulie, who chucklingly hands it to him.

Donovan quickly opens the bottle and takes a chug as he rushes up the stairs to Jack, who is waiting patiently for him at the door of Room 17. Jack sighs and shakes his head when he sees the bottle of beer, but he doesn't point it out as he knocks on the door four times. We hear the noise of a soft thump on the floor, followed by rushed walking before the door swiftly opens to reveal a disheveled Graudy Pernell, who hurriedly ushers them inside his room.

He tells them to sit down as he quickly climbs onto a chair himself. He thanks the two for coming as they sit down and offers them a bowl of candies, which Jack politely rejects but Donovan accepts one. He quickly eats them and goes to complement their taste, but he finds that his face has suddenly started flashing with all the colors of the rainbow. He begins to panic, panicking even more so when he discovers his voice has drastically dropped to that of a bass singer. Jack rushes over to make sure he's okay before being rudely interrupted when Graudy starts snickering at Donovan. He then giggles out loud before explaining to a glowering Donovan, the effects of the candied having faded away, and an unimpressed Jack that he offered them Talky Toffees and Rainbow Rocks, staple prank candies of his clan, the Bellbitts, and treats he is rather fond of himself. He chuckles before trailing off, stating solemnly that Colim was also fond of them.

Jack and Donovan adopt more sympathetic looks as Graudy coughs deliberately into his fist before rubbing his hands and shakily smiling at them, commenting that that's why they're here: to help him figure out who killed his brother Colim just a few days ago.

Jack, upon receiving permission from Graudy, questions him about his brother and asks if he can think of any possible motives for Colim's murder. Graudy answers that his brother was a very daring and impulsive man with a fierce temper to complement it. He then pauses hesitantly, adding that Colim did have a violent streak, as well as a nasty habit of getting into brawls. "Getting struck by a man does tend to birth a grudge," Graudy sardonically remarks, "and my brother punched so many people so many times he was practically a pugilist."

Donovan sagely nods and tells Jack that it is indeed a valid motive, to which Jack shakes his head in response, though his lips subtly perk up a little. Graudy chuckles a little in understanding before continuing, saying that Colim had also been a rather handsome bachelor, even for a Pernell, so perhaps there were some bastards jealous of that fact. Jack meticulously jots down Graudy's words before flipping his notebook closed and turning to Graudy. He politely states that they'll need more to solve the case, and Graudy replies that they'll get that "more" soon enough. Jumping off of his seat, he tells the duo that his carriage is parked at the back of the inn: with it, they'll get to Auldport in no time. Jack and Donovan get up out of their seats as well, with Jack saying they'll take him up on that offer. The three then leave the room, with Donovan taking a quick swig as he opens the door for Jack and Graudy.

We then cut to the three exiting the pub and walking toward a fancy velvet and black carriage just across the street, which is being watched over by a tall and burly guard whose frame is similar to Donovan's. The guard greets Graudy with a polite "Sir" and gracefully helps him board the carriage. As he turns to help Jack and Donovan load their suitcases in the back trunk, a subtle sliver of recognition shows in his eyes as he greets Donovan by name, who in turn nods and greets him as Brennan. After they have finished, Donovan tries to enter the carriage, but Brennan stops him and states that his employer would not be pleased if his satin seats and pillows were stained. Both then look down at the liquor bottle Donovan is holding before Brennan suggests that it be placed in the back with the rest of their belongings. Donovan sheepishly hands it over and says that that would be wonderful, with Jack subtly smirking at him from behind. After that, Donovan and Jack board the carriage as Brennan hops onto the front seat and signals for the horses, snow-white stallions, to start moving.

We then cut to the carriage as it approaches a lone stone bridge built over a deep ridge. The atmosphere is tense, a light fog clouding the surrounding area as the horses nervously whinny. Then, two intimidating guards and a large, ferocious-looking guard otter, a dobhar-chu, emerge from the fog and approach the carriage. Brennan is unperturbed, however, and politely greets the guards, tipping his hat to them. One of them jovially greets Brennan back and asks for his papers, which Brennan swiftly grabs out of his coat and hands over to the guard. Inspecting the documents for a few seconds, the guard is satisfied with them, handing them back to Brennan and waving him forward.

As the carriage crosses the bridge, the fog quickly lifts and the shot pans upward to reveal Auldport in all its fantastical wonder. As the carriage enters the city premises, we begin to see a world that is both like and not like ours. Children run and play along the streets, customers dine at restaurants and pubs, and police officers patrol the streets; but while there are mundane restaurants and pubs and such, cauldrons and potions line shop windows, Far Darrigs dart about messing with other beings, fae fly overhead, police officers ride on massive black hounds, and every so often a building exudes colored smoke.

We then cut to inside the carriage, where Donovan is tapping his fingers on his knee in a fidgety manner, Jack is reverently taking in the sights and sounds of Auldport, and Graudy is not-so-subtly eyeing a golden ring on Jack's finger. Jack turns to Donovan and says that the Emerald Isle is even greener than Donovan had said. "Even the flower pots are a shade of green," Jack remarks as he turns to Graudy, startling him and causing him to look in every direction but Jack's hand, and asks him when they'll get to the Leprechaun Parliament Hall. Graudy fidgets a little before looking out the window and quickly pointing, saying that they've already arrived. Jack and Donovan turn to see the Parliament Hall, a grand Grecian-style building. Graudy knocks on the carriage wall, which prompts Brennan to park the carriage. Brennan then opens the door of the carriage and helps Graudy off the carriage, after which Jack and Donovan quickly exit themselves. The three then make their way to the Parliament Hall, with Graudy praising it as one of the grandest buildings ever made by leprechaun hands as they walk.

They walk up the steps to the ornate front doors, which are very tall for a leprechaun, but rather average-sized to a human and somewhat small to both half-giants and giants. Donovan and Jack politely greet the guards as they open the doors for them and Graudy, with Donovan slightly ducking to avoid hitting his head. We then cut to inside the Clans Chamber, the raucous cacophony of zealous and angry discussion filling the air, as the main doors to the room quickly open and our trio walks inside. The camera quickly pans to reveal the center of the leprechaun Parliament, where absolute pandemonium reigns. Clan leaders point fingers and shake fists at whoever has caught their ire, paper balls are thrown to and fro, names are called and insults slung, and much more chaos. All the while the speaker of the house, a gnarled and ancient leprechaun whose poise is stooped like an aging willow and whose graying beard touches the floor, stands at the center platform, surrounded by the different leprechaun clans, and furiously thumps his staff on the chamber floor trying to bring order to the parliament.

Donovan remarks that it's about as noisy as a barnyard of animals in here, with Graudy snorting and retorting that this barnyard's even worse; it has political animals instead. Donovan barks out a sudden laugh before unsubtly coughing into his fist after Jack shoots him a teasing look. Graudy ignores the byplay and says that if they want, he can introduce the major leprechaun clans to them free of charge. Jack and Donovan accept his offer, and Graudy begins to exposit about the clans in a counter-clockwise manner.

"To start," Graudy says, "those beautiful boys in blue are my clan the Belbitts, well-known for our luxurious and jokester ways. Coincidentally, also the best leprechaun clan of 'em all. Next to us are the obnoxiously red Deugalls, the most reputable of leprechaun fishmongers. Their scion is "Big Red' over there, otherwise known as Liam Deugall. Tall(for a leprechaun), arrogant, and in possession of a quick temper, he's rather proud of himself when he manages to remember what day of the week it is. Over there are the green-clad O'Rielys, who helped create this very building we stand in now. Sadly, their heir is that dull-looking chap over there, Niall O'Riely. Only way I can describe him is as a piece of paper: not very colorful, rather blank-faced, and people receive minor, but annoying, injuries from him. And finally, we have the yellow-bellied Rigglebys, the most ancient of the clans and the richest cobblers you'll find. Their darling prince is pearly-whites Malocolm Crawkins over there at the front, who does, and will, continue to leave his mark on the world like an etching in the sand at a beach. And those are all the clans that actually matter, or at least the ones not boring to talk about."

After Graudy finishes his rather vivid descriptions, he tells Jack and Donovan to sit down first; this whole mess will take a while to sort out. Jack politely nods before heading to a nearby seat, but Donovan takes a moment to ask Graudy what he's going to do in the meantime. Graudy grins sinisterly at him and his eyes sparkle with mischief, remarking, "Calling people very mean names," before strutting over to his fellow Bellbitts. Donovan stares at him bewildered before throwing his arms up in exasperation and walking over to Jack, who has pulled a notebook and pencil out of his pocket and started to draw a simple sketch of a dog. Leaning against the wall beside Jack, Donovan leans over to peek at the drawing, before asking Jack how he's so undisturbed while there's a miniature war going on right in front of them. As if to punctuate Donovan's question, a small barrage of paper balls peppers the wall around the two, one hitting Donovan square in the face and causing him to flinch. Jack, still calmly drawing, blithely replies that it's not all that bad compared to a late-night hospital shift. Turning his head toward Donovan, Jack then remarks that it's not like Donovan to be this nervous. Donovan raises his hands in mock surrender and responds that he's not brave enough for politics, eliciting chuckles from the both of them.

Soon enough, though, the cacophonous sounds of debate fade and the clan leaders settle down, with the speaker of the house coughing vigorously before declaring that the parliament is now in session. He briefly goes over the proposed laws, disputes, and issues they'll be discussing for this session. He then states that before all that, however, they will be discussing an important issue that has just cropped up. He then shakingly signals to Jack and Donovan, who hastily smooth over their clothes and quickly walk over to the platform where the speaker is standing, all the while the various leprechauns murmur and stare at the two very much non-leprechaun detectives.

The two pause and stand at attention when they reach the platform, with Donovan taking his hat off in respect to the speaker. The speaker addresses them as Dr. John Seward and Donovan MacCool respectively before asking them to state their intentions before the parliament. Jack steps forward, smiles, and politely states that he and his partner are here to investigate the murder of Colim Pernell on behalf of his grieving brother Graudy Pernell. "As such," he says, "we humbly ask that you grant us leave to investigate this case to the best of our ability, including the ability to inspect the body of the deceased."

The chamber erupts into a flurry of debate and arguing as Big Red abruptly stands up, slams his palms onto the divider in front of him, and fervently declares that they cannot just let random strangers mess around with their dead and be made privy to their secrets, it's just not done. Graudy stands up as well and accusingly points his finger at Big Red, angrily saying that it s easy for him to say since it isn't his brother that lies dead and rotting in a morgue. Graudy then squints his eyes and says it's rather odd that he is so fervent in keeping the detectives from investigating. Big Red grunts annoyedly and says, "I will not accept these accusations of my character simply because I follow our traditions." Graudy scoffs and retorts, "Being traditional is a great cover, isn't it? No one'd expect such a pious man to break his vows, no?" Big Red suddenly and furiously leaps at Graudy and, barely held back by other members of his clan and his sister Millicent, spits out that he will not be slandered as a fool and a crook, with Graudy being held back by other members of his clan as well. The chamber is engulfed by pandemonium once again with insults and slurs being hurled like stones, the Bellbitts and the Deugalls shoving and pushing each other, and the clan leaders trying to restrain their clan members. The speaker of the house demands for order in the chamber, which eventually works, though it's clear that tensions are still taut.

The speaker then turns to Jack and Donovan and, with a kindly tone, asks them why they think they should be allowed entry into leprechaun affairs. Jack momentarily pauses to think, slowly rubbing his chin with his eyes closed in deep thought. Opening his eyes, with a soft but stalwart voice, Jack confesses that they are indeed outsiders, unfamiliar with leprechaun customs and laws, and as such, he will not demand that they permit them entry. He continues and states that while they are outsiders but they have skills that can help solve the mysteries at play in this case. He solemnly asks that the leprechauns let him and Donovan in, despite being strangers, because they are honest men who have come to help. Pointing at Graudy, Jack states that he and Donovan can help a grieving brother and bring to justice the killer who caused all this chaos. He is an outsider, yes, but if they let him help, he will do his best to see this case through to the end, come hell or high water, and get to the bottom of the mystery.

As he finishes, the leprechauns are silent in contemplation of his words, with some more visibly moved by the speech than others. Donovan smiles at Jack like a proud sibling, and the speaker of the house grins at the both of them. After a few more seconds of silence, Malocolm gracefully stands up and, with a wide smile on his face, declares in an impassioned speech that the clans need to start to open up and move along the times, and if it takes an outsider to give them justice, then they will need outsiders. He tugs on his shirt collar and also says that the detectives are here on Graudy's behalf, and since everyone knows and trusts Graudy, they can also put their trust in these men. As such he cannot answer that beautiful pledge with nothing but a vote of Yea.

The next one to speak up is Niall, who ramblingly states without emotion that even though the speech was honest and passionate, traditions exist for a reason and shouldn't be overturned without thought or debate. As such, he votes Nay.

Almost all eyes then turn to Big Red, who huffs gruffly. "If we must bring outsiders into our affairs, which we don't," he grumbles, "then they must at least be someone we all vetted together. I, then, will stand with my vote of Nay."

The rest of the parliament votes afterward, most following the lead of their clan scions. It's a near result, but fortunately, it's in favor of letting in Jack and Donovan. The speaker of the house, stroking his beard, declares that with a near vote, the matter of the two detectives is settled in favor of permitting them entry. He then turns to Jack and Donovan and says that the clans will assist them until the case is solved. The two genuflect in thanks, and the speaker says they are dismissed. Jack and Donovan then leave the chamber, with the speaker saying that they shall now move on to the next subject at hand: taxes. The chamber explodes into a flurry of angry debate.

We then cut to the next day in a mortuary office, where Jack is putting in a request to the mortuary to examine the body of Colim, as well as a request for the coroner's report. As he does this, Donovan can be seen leaning against a nearby wall and drinking from his bottle. After looking through some papers, the mortuary assistant who he's speaking with smiles and tells Jack that while it will take some time for his request to be processed, he should be able to see the body this afternoon. Looking at a nearby clock, which indicates that it's ten in the morning, she tells him to come back at two in the afternoon sharp. She then pulls out and hands over the coroner's report on Colim, which Jack quickly looks over. He then jots down the important details, including the presumed cause and time of death, which are slashing of the throat and twenty-three o'clock, March 1 respectively. Looking at a nearby clock, which indicates that it's eleven in the morning, she tells him to come back at three in the afternoon sharp. Jack nods and thanks the clerk for her help. Flipping the notebook shut, he then signals to Donovan to follow him, and the two walk out of the mortuary and onto the street.

Taking another quick swig, Donovan asks if they'll be doing anything important before they return to the mortuary, to which Jack, subtly side-eyeing the bottle in mild disdain, replies that in the meantime, they'll investigate the scene of the crime first, located on the outskirts of the city, and then interview neighbors and possible suspects. As they cross a street, Donovan remarks that they don't quite have any suspects in mind yet, and Jack deadpans that's why they're going to interview people. Donovan snorts at the joke, which causes Jack to snicker a little as well. Looking back at the bottle, though, Jack can't help but ask Donovan why he insists on carrying such an unwieldy thing when he could just use a flask instead. Donovan grins as he wields the bottle like a club, doing some fancy twirls with it, and says it's because one never knows when they'll need a makeshift weapon at the ready. Jack, eyebrow quirked, asserts that a flask would work just as well. Donovan shakes his head and says that the flask is too small and would be inconvenient to wield as a bludgeoning weapon, but Jack retorts that the flask is far more reusable and would be easier to use as a throwing weapon. The petty, but still friendly, debate continues as they walk off screen.

We cut to the two reaching the scene of the crime, a beachside off the loch connected to Auldport, which is being watched over vigilantly by the city guards. They're stopped by the captain of the guards, who asks if they're the detectives he's been told about. Jack says that they are and hands over a document to the captain, which he briefly inspects. Satisifed, he hands them back and tells them to follow him. They walk over to the exact place where the body was found, where the captain introduces them to Corporal Rian, a young, freckled, and clean-shaven leprechaun wearing a well-maintained uniform, who was the first to discover the body. Rian nervously shakes their hands and thanks them for being here to help with the case. Jack humbly states that they're just doing their job just like the guards are, before pulling out his notebook and asking Rian what happened before he discovered the body.

Rian explains, with a shaky tone, that he had been patrolling the beach like normal on the morning of the second of March, just as the sun was rising over the horizon, when he saw a body laying on its back on the beach. Rushing over to make sure the man was okay, he fell over in shock when he saw the massive slash wound on the throat. He then rushed over to tell his fellow guards, and then things transpired as they did.

Seeing the young man shiver a little, Jack lightly pats Rian on the shoulder, smiles, and thanks him for his testimony. Rian, no longer shivering, gives a small grin in return. Jack then turns to the captain and asks if the guards found any clues. The captain shakes his head and says that they sadly didn't have much to find, although they did notice a messy group of footprints all around the body. Jack jots the detail down and thanks the captain and Rian for their time before leaving along with Donovan.

A montage then ensues of the two meeting with and interviewing these possible suspects all around Auldport: Malocolm Crawkins, who is overseeing workers at a cobbler's workshop; Niall O'Riely, who is busy sketching a new house for a client at the construction site; Liam "Big Red" Deugall, who is in the middle of his lunch break at the pub with some of his fellow Deugalls; and Millicent Deugall, who is at her home practicing her singing. Malocolm and Millicent say they were on good terms with Colim before he passed, Niall says that he never talked much with the man, and Liam says he never did like the scoundrel. They all, however, have good enough alibis for where they were during the night the murder occurred. Malocolm says he was up all night signing and filing paperwork, Niall states that he had been inspecting the area he was going to build a house for a client overnight, Liam claims he was cleaning his fishing trawler that night, and Millicent says she was fast asleep in her home. All the while, Jack writes down everything he observes and they say in his notebook, though he has to pause and sheepishly ask Millicent for another notebook after he uses up his first one. After he's done questioning Millicent, Jack looks at his watch and sees that it's almost two o'clock. He thanks her for her time and excuses himself and Donovan, who is eating one of the pastries she offered them, before leaving, pulling Donovan by the arm and somewhat startling him.

We then quickly cut to the body of Colim Pernell being pushed onto screen, the blank face and stark, dead eyes seemingly piercing at the camera. On the throat is a clean and long slash wound. Cutting to Jack and Donovan, now wearing surgeon's aprons on top of their inner shirts, over on the side of the body, Donovan flinches and covers his nose as respectfully as he can but Jack is completely undisturbed by the corpse. The mortuary assistant from earlier sighs sadly as she rubs her hands, saying that this whole thing's been a shame. She turns to Jack and says that between the two of them, she's thankful for him being here to help. Jack nods and thanks her for her kind words. He then tells her that she can leave now, which she quickly does, though not before blushing at Donovan as she passes by him.

Jack and Donovan make sure to quickly wash their hands before dealing with the body. Wiping his hands on his apron, Jack then begins to inspect the body with the assistance of Donovan, who is able to move the various body parts around both carefully and easily. Two things Jack notices are the odd way the Livor Mortis has settled, where the blood has settled mostly on the right side of the body, and the degree of putrefaction, which doesn't line up with the supposed date Colim died. As Jack makes notes on what he observes, Donovan begins to throw out some theories on who the murderer is and how they did it, all of which make enough sense with the amount of information they currently have. As Donovan rambles on, Jack's face begins to morph in slow realization the more he examines the body. Jack suddenly turns his head toward Donovan, who's holding up Colim's head, and tells him to fetch his first notebook from his doctor's bag. Donovan gently lowers Colim's head onto the table before walking over to Jack's bag. He rifles through it for a few seconds before triumphantly pulling the notebook out. He goes to give it to Jack, but then a look of confusion appears on his face as he stares at what's written on the notebook. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Donovan slowly turns to look at Jack, visibly trying not to laugh, and remarks, "...So are these instructions for a necromantic ritual? Because that'd be a hell of a way to receive witness testimony."

Donovan in return receives a completely unamused look from Jack, triggering a laughing fit from him, who just takes the notebook and starts to flip through it, muttering under his breath a little. He finds the page he's looking for and reads it over twice, once out loud, before sudden realization washes over him. He slowly closes the notebook and turns to Donovan, who's stopped laughing now, and solemnly says, "The initial autopsy was wrong." Stunned, a now hesitant Donovan asks Jack if he's sure, to which Jack shakes his head and states that he would bet his life on it.

Coughing into his elbow, he then begins to explain his reasoning and logic to Donovan. "The first man to discover the body, Corporal Rian, said that there was no rigor mortis of the body when he found it the morning of the murder. Which would usually be odd, but rigor mortis tends to go away after a few hours so it's not that unusual. But then there's the odd way the blood has settled in the body. It has settled mostly on the right side of the body, and since the body was found lying on its back, that would indicate that it was moved shortly after Colim's murder. These two clues alone would indicate something bigger going on here, but the third clue I found was the final nail in the coffin. The level of putrefaction that the body has simply does not line up with the supposed date of death. Colim would have to have been dead for a week, at the very least, for that much putrefaction to have consumed the body. Colim was murdered earlier and somewhere other than we and the coroners initially thought, so every alibi that was given to us is now moot, and every one of our suspects have become even more suspect."

After a few seconds of silence, Donovan exhales heavily and leans against the wall, remarking that this'll make things more complicated. Jack nods at that as he takes off his apron and hangs it on a nearby hook. Following Jack's lead and taking off his own apron, Donovan asks Jack where they're heading to now. Packing his stuff in his bag, Jack says that they're going back to their hotel to review the clues and evidence they have now, as well as rest up, then tomorrow they'll go to Colim's house over on the outer edges of Auldport. Donovan nods and opens the door for Jack before leaving the room himself.
We then cut to the next day and see a carriage slowing down in front of a quaint two-story cottage guarded by two leprechauns. Colim's old house. Jack and Donovan quickly exit the carriage and thank the driver, with Jack offering a small tip to him, before walking toward the house. The guards ask for identification, which Jack provides, before handing them the key to the house and letting them pass. The two walk through the front yard, in which is not much except a cobblestone pathway and a half-finished garden. They reach the front door, quite short for humans and half-giants, and Jack unlocks the door, letting Donovan in first before walking in himself. As they enter, Donovan bumps his head against the ceiling and emits a small yelp. He waves off a concerned Jack and insists he's fine, even as he slowly rubs his head.

After that, Jack takes a look around and tells Donovan to search for clues on the first floor while he checks the second floor. Donovan nods and the two separate, with Jack being careful not to slip on the small stairs.

We then cut to Jack opening and walking into Colim's bedroom. In the room is a half-full bookshelf, two oak drawers, a small bed with a golden frame, a little table next to it, and a window complete with rather drab curtains. It seems both richer and poorer than the room of a clan spare should be. He turns toward the bookshelf, on which are some trinkets, books, and picture frames. His eyes turn toward one particular picture, which is of Colim in his bedroom. Gingerly taking it in his hand, he looks around the room once again. Looking back at the picture, however, he notices that the big, red carpet that's supposed to be in the center of the room is missing. Placing the photo back down, he then writes his observation down in his notebook. He then starts to rifle through the drawers, finding little of note. As he closes one drawer in frustration, however, he spots a nick in the window frame. Walking to the window and looking out from it, he mutters aloud that a ladder could easily reach the second floor. Checking to see if the window is openable from the outside, which it is, he jots it down in his notebook.

Suddenly, from downstairs, a loud "Eureka!" is heard, followed quickly by a miffed "Ouch!" and the thump of something heavy falling onto the floor. Rushing downstairs, Jack finds Donovan on the floor rubbing his head in pain and clutching some burned paper in his hand. Next to him is a tipped-over trash can and its contents, which include more paper, candy wrappers, and some food waste. Jack sighs longsufferingly and asks Donovan what the bloody hell he did, to which Jack quickly staggers up, grins, and quips, "A breakthrough!"

He then proudly hands the burnt paper to Jack, who quickly looks it over. Most of the words are ineligible due to the burns, but an untouched name immediately stands out: Liam Deugall. Jack's eyes widen with excitement and pride as he claps Donovan's shoulder in congratulations before exclaiming, "They were here." Donovan grins and nods back before saying that the question now is whether it's a frame job or what it really seems to be. Jack carefully stuffs the paper inside his bag before pulling out his notebook and telling Donovan to follow him, writing as he walks.

We then cut to the two quickly walking out of the house, with Jack briefly pausing to hand the house key back to the guards, and Jack slamming his notebook close with a satisfying thump as they leave the front yard. He turns to Donovan and whispers that now that they know whoever murdered Colim was at his house in the past few days, the testimonies of the neighbors are now a priority to obtain. Donovan nods before asking which part of the neighborhood they're starting from, to which Jack says they'll go from the right first before slowly making their way to the left.

We then cut to a short montage of the two going from door to door and questioning the few neighbors that Colim had, since his house is on the outskirts of the city premises. Some houses are empty or the occupants don't want to answer, with one even slamming the door in their faces. The ones that do talk, though, Jack makes sure to ask if they noticed any odd behavior from Colim shortly before his murder. Most mention his newfangled interest in gardening and his not going out as much as he used to, but other than that, they don't have much to contribute. One witness, though, has something more substantial. An elderly giant with wiry glasses and a seemingly-permanent smile on her face, she talks to Jack while watering her flower garden. She explains that a few nights ago, as she was getting ready for bed, she overheard Colim bitterly arguing with someone whose voice was unrecognizable, but she unfortunately wasn't able to understand what they were arguing about. Jack jots that down as Donovan asks her to elaborate on the voice. The old lady taps her finger on her chin and states that it was an odd voice, very deep from what she can recollect. When Jack asks if anything else happened, she kindly shakes her head and says that she went to bed almost immediately afterward, as she felt it wasn't right for her to eavesdrop on her neighbors.

She sighs and says it's a great shame what happened to Colim; he'd been so interested in growing some petunias and pansies of his own. Jack finishes writing and thanks the old lady for her time, to which the old lady kindly replies that it was no trouble. Donovan asks Jack where they're going now, but before Jack can respond, the old lady suggests that they head to Callan's, a pub and eatery in the middle of Auldport, saying that Colim mentioned the place once or twice as a favorite of his. Jack and Donovan's faces brighten at that and sincerely thank the old lady for the advice, before quickly leaving to hail a carriage. The old lady simply chuckles to herself and shakes her head lightly as she continues to water her plants.

We then cut to Jack and Donovan as they approach Callan's, a well-kept establishment reminiscent of the Wild West. Drunken cheering and raucous yelling can be heard from inside the establishment, when two very drunk clurichauns are suddenly thrown out through the flap doors and onto the streets, yelping as they tumble. A very disgruntled bouncer walks out and yells at the "Cluri-clods" to leave and never return, or he'll stuff them inside the beer barrels himself. As the clurichauns scurry away, the bouncer mutters about the "little bastards" under his breath before turning to Jack and a very amused Donovan. He simply asks if they'll be any trouble, to which Jack simply nods while Donovan grins and says they'll be no trouble at all. The bouncer nods back and he waves them in, Donovan tipping his hat at the man as they walk in.

We then cut to inside Callan's, which is brimming and buzzing with activity. All around the building are patrons in cheerful merrymaking and feasting, clurichauns downing tankard after tankard of beer, finely-dressed golems serving trays of food and drinks to the customers, and much more. And in the center of the room are Graudy and some of his leprechaun buddies having a good time, with Graudy proudly boasting that drinks are on him as they clink their pints together. Graudy then notices Jack and Donovan and excitedly waves them over, asking if he can get them anything. Jack shakes his head lightly and is going to say no, but Graudy quickly snaps his fingers at one of the golems and says he knows just the thing. As the golem arrives, Graudy tells him to get two tankards of Callan's creamiest, chocolatiest eggnog delights with chocolate shavings and cinnamon sticks. Donovan pipes up and asks for no alcohol and double the cream in one of them. The leprechauns pause their merrymaking as they turn to stare at Donovan in incredulous disbelief, some other patrons turning to look as well, with Jack and the golem as the only ones unperturbed. Donovan quickly looks around the eatery before pointing at Jack and quipping, "It's for him."

The patrons nod and "Ohhh..." in understanding and return to their own business as the golem leaves and Donovan grabs some chairs from an empty table so that he and Jack have somewhere to sit. As the two sit down, Graudy asks how the investigation is going. Donovan waves his hand in a "so-and-so" gesture and states noncommittally that though they have some good leads, they still have work to do. Jack adds that they'll need to ask Graudy and his friends some questions, to which Graudy says he and his friends would be more than happy to give them some answers, with his mates replying affirmatively.

Jack pulls out his notebook and flips it open before starting the questioning. He asks them about their relations with Colim before he passed, which all say were mostly positive at the very least, and whether they know about any visitors Colim may have had in the leadup to his death. Most of them, even Graudy, don't really have any sure knowledge about any visitors Colim may have had, but one mentions that he'd overheard Big Red swearing that he'd give Colim a piece of his mind someday. Jack writes that down and thanks the leprechauns just as the golem returns with two tankards of steamy eggnog, two cinnamon sticks, a grater, and a bar of chocolate. He sets the tray down with a satisfying thud, the eggnog creamily sloshing back and forth. Then, he takes the chocolate bar and grater and grates the chocolate shavings onto the eggnog. Finally, he takes the two cinnamon sticks and inserts them into both of the tankards of eggnog, stirring each simultaneously as the eggnog lightly browns. The golem then places the tankards in front of Jack and Donovan before taking the tray and bowing politely to them.

Donovan, who can't help but smack his lips, and Jack thank the golem, who tells them to enjoy their drinks before walking away. The two then grab their drinks, with some minor trepidation o Jack's part, and clink them together. Donovan cheerfully grins and remarks, "Cheers," before taking a nice, big gulp. Jack looks down at his before taking a slow sip of the eggnog. His eyes slightly widen at his first taste of it, and he begins to drink faster. They both let out a satisfied "Aahhh" as they place their tankards down, Jack shaking his head in amazement. Graudy cheekily grins and says, "It's great, isn't it?" Donovan wipes his lips with his tongue, grins back at Graudy, and says that it isn't half-bad, which triggers laughter from Graudy and his friends. Graudy tells them to stay and get some more drinks, to which Jack responds that while they appreciate the gesture, they'll need to go soon. "Though," Jack adds as he takes a sip of eggnog, "we'll be sure to finish our drinks first."

We then cut to the outside of Liam's residence, a rather big house near the city harbor and wharf, where Liam can be heard yelling angrily at Jack and Donovan to get out or he'll throw them both out the window himself. We quickly cut to inside the house, where Liam is sitting in the living room with Jack and Donovan. Jack begs Liam to please reconsider his stance, almost falling on his knees doing so. Liam slams his hand against the table next to him and exclaims that he will not utter a word to them, and that is that. He starts pacing across the room, making wild gestures, and loudly complaining about how the parliament should never have allowed such dishonest, cruel, odious, and horrible scoundrels into their affairs. Donovan clenches his fists in anger at the insults, but Jack holds him back from doing anything rash. Liam then orders his guards to throw Jack and Donovan out. Cutting to the outside of the house, we see the door open as Jack and Donovan are forcibly escorted out of the house, both vigorously protesting being manhandled like this. As they're pushed down the front stairway, one of the guards says, "Good riddance," before slamming the door shut. Donovan helps Jack up and the two walk off, Jack glancing back at the house one last time.

We then cut to them attempting to question other Deugalls, only for them to be immediately rebuffed and pushed away by the stubborn leprechauns. Utterly frustrated, Jack makes a kicking motion and throws his arms in the air, exclaiming that no one gives a damn about helping solve a murder. A concerned Donovan asks if he's okay, to which Jack slowly sighs and replies that he's fine, it's just that he's vexed about this whole lead being a dead-end. Donovan exhales through his nose and pats Jack on the shoulder, telling him that they'll figure out a way to get around this dead-end whether they have to either find a different route or just smash their way through it. Jack lightly chuckles and says that of course Donovan would want to smash through a wall, with Donovan chuckling back that it's easy for him to accomplish before the two then fall silent.

As the two stew in silence, with Jack rubbing his forehead in thought and Donovan checking his watch, a Deugall maid walks up and asks if one of them is Dr. John Seward, which makes them a little confused. Jack affirms that he is who she's looking for, after which she quickly tells them that her mistress would like to see them as soon as possible. The two look at each other in confused curiosity, though more curious than confused, before looking back at the maid, Donovan replying that they'll go now. The maid politely nods and walks away, the two closely following her.

We then cut to the living room of the mistress's house, which is revealed to be the home of Millicent, where Jack and Donovan are seated on a satin couch opposite Millicent. Jack slowly taps his pen against his notebook before politely asking Millicent why she is going behind the back of her brother like this. Millicent, who is visibly nervous but trying her best to downplay it, takes in a deep breath before asking if the two believe Liam murdered Colim. Jack sighs and calmly states that they believe that Liam is a suspect among many others. Millicent, her eyes threatening to tear up, tells Jack that she knows that Liam threw them out of his house and threatened them. Looking down at her feet and breathing aloud, Millicent then says that she also knows that her brother is innocent of this matter, and she could not bear the thought of him being arrested because of his stubbornness and her silence. She slowly looks up, a single tear rolling down her cheek, and tells Jack that this is why she has brought them here.

Jack and Donovan are slightly stunned, but Donovan quickly recovers and flashes a small, reassuring grin at Millicent, telling her that this is very brave of her. Millicent slightly blushes as Jack nods and smiles at her as well. Flipping his notebook open, Jack then asks Millicent to state what she wanted to tell them. Millicent purses her lips before stating that Colim used to be very close to her brother, always having each others' backs during bar brawls, before something she didn't know about caused the two to break apart. Jack jots that all down before asking her to continue. She says that furthermore, expensive items and currency have been disappearing from the clan vault equally recently, and that no one knows who on earth is doing it. She states that her brother is as hostile towards the two as he is because he's convinced the person who murdered Colim is the same person who is stealing from the vault, and that two outsiders interfering in matters is just adding to his stress. Donovan, who has mostly remained quiet, politely interjects and theorizes that perhaps things from the other clan vaults are also going missing, and the thief is the one who killed Colim in a burglary gone wrong. Millicent adopts a more thoughtful position and says that that could be the case, given that one of her lady friends from a different clan had complained about the recent theft of her priceless earrings from the vault.

Jack finishes writing all this down, puts his notebook back in his bag, and thanks Millicent for telling them all of this. The three all stand up as Millicent quietly says it was only the right thing to do. She then gently takes Jack's hand and asks that he please help clear her brother's name. Jack kindly smiles and, bending down and placing his other hand on hers, states that if Liam is indeed innocent of this murder, they will do their utmost to prove so. The two look each other in the eye and non-verbally come to an agreement, Jack nodding softly as he lets go of her hand. Jack and Donovan then excuse themselves and leave, Millicent sagging down into her chair. A small, genuine smile appears on her face as she tells her maid to bring some tea.

We then cut to Jack and Donovan walking to the Riggleby Clan House, located at the town square along with the rest of the clan houses, with the two bantering about Donovan's family history. Though, it's more of Donovan gushing and awing over his ancestors and their great deeds while Jack smiles and makes some insightful comments about them here and there. As the two walk up to the entrance of the Riggleby Clan House, they come across Malocolm, who politely greets them and asks what they're doing here. Jack replies that they need to see the clan's balance books and ledgers. They're stopped by Malocolm, though, who tells them that he can't just let them look at the Riggleby clan records, since that is a privilege only given to leprechauns inside the clan. Donovan intercedes and pleads for Malocolm to throw them a bone here; if not for their sake then for Graudy's sake, whose brother's murder is why they're here to help in the first place. Malocolm's expression subtly shifts when Graudy is brought up. Looking left and right, he whispers that he'll let them in, but they'll need to make sure they aren't seen. Jack nods and says they'll be careful as the three enter the building. Donovan quietly remarks that that'll be a bit hard given their height, only to yelp off-screen when Jack presumably playfully punches him.

We then cut to a short montage of Jack and Donovan pouring over ledgers, balance books, and financial records in the Riggleby Clan House. Books and papers are stacked upon each other on top of a long table as the two meticulously inspect them. Jack taps Donovan on the shoulder and gestures at something in a ledger he's holding, telling Donovan that he was right; money and expensive items have been going missing from the other clan vaults as well. Donovan quirks his eyebrow in confusion before mentioning that the ledger is off. An equally confused Jack asks how Donovan knows that, to which Donovan flips a ledger he's holding around to show Jack, saying that Jack's ledger doesn't match up with his. Investigating further, the two find even more discrepancies in the records.

Placing down a ledger, Jack rubs his chin and mutters that this makes things more interesting. Donovan looks up from a book he's reading and asks if Malocolm could be the one who's stealing stuff, to which Jack shakes his head and says he highly doubts that the culprit, no matter who it is, would let them investigate the records at all if they could prevent it. He then pauses and asks Donovan if it's possible the items were stolen sometime before they were actually discovered. Donovan adopts a more thoughtful position and says that although highly unlikely, the balance books have been fudged here and there, so the theory has a good-enough foundation as of now. Jack, pacing somewhat, adds that if the ledgers are connected to the thefts, then the thief must either have connections within the bank, work at the bank himself, or a combination of the two. Donovan points out that only leprechauns from a particular clan can work in institutions owned by said clan, to which Jack responds that perhaps there's a group of thieves from each clan working together to steal. The two spitball a few more theories before Donovan says that whatever the case is, they'll need to set up a trap for the thief. Jack turns to Donovan, gives him a knowing look, and asks if he's thinking of a stakeout, to which Donovan grins and replies that he is indeed thinking of a stakeout. The two then start to clean up and put away the books and papers.

We then cut to later that night, where Donovan and Jack are hiding in wait and watching the clan houses. A light mist obscures the town square, with the ethereal glow of the street lamps serving as the only source of light whilst the only sound that can be heard is the gentle patter of streaming water from the central fountain. Jack, binoculars in hand, is patiently watching for the criminal to show himself, and Donovan is taking a drink as he leans against a nearby wall, a covered lantern next to his feet. Yawning a little, Donovan quietly asks Jack if he can propose a theory, to which Jack whisperingly replies that he should make it quick. Donovan exhales and says that he really doesn't want to think about it, since it seems like a bit of a betrayal to Millicent, but he just can't shake the feeling that Big Red is both the thief and murderer. He could be the one who's been stealing things from the other clans, he states, and when Colim found out about it, Liam killed him in order to silence him. Jack mutters that the thief's been stealing from the Deugalls as well, it wouldn't make sense for him to steal from his own clan. Donovan retorts that it could be part of his plan; nobody would expect him to steal from his own clan, which would make it seem like somebody else did it. Donovan then sighs as he takes another swig, and silence settles over once again.

The next few seconds are taut with nervous anticipation as the two lie in wait for the thief. Then, suddenly, a hooded figure clutching a small, golden statue is seen stealthily exiting the O'Riely clan house through a vent grate, making sure to close the vent before he makes his escape. Jack hurriedly nudges Donovan to follow him, and the two quietly, but quickly, follow after the culprit. They shadow him, making sure to keep a good distance away, until he steps into and stops in an abandoned alleyway, seemingly waiting for someone else to show. Peering around the corner, the two see the thief tapping his foot impatiently and skittishly looking to and fro, the statue held to his chest as if his life depended on it. Jack slowly raises his hand before giving the signal, and the two burst out of hiding, startling the crook into dropping the statue. Jack orders the crook to slowly raise their hands above their head and turn around to face them as Donovan uncovers the lantern he's holding. The crook hesitantly complies, and, as he turns around, the light shines directly into his face, revealing his true identity: Niall O'Riely.

Jack and Donovan are stunned by the reveal, Donovan visibly more so than Jack. After a second or two of surprised silence, Donovan blurts out, "By Finn MacCool's greasy beard, Niall was the thief?!?!" Niall stutters, trying to come up with an excuse for his action, while Jack's face grows thoughtful. Inspiration suddenly washes over his face, and he excitedly exclaims, "Of course it was him! He's the scion of the O'Rielys!" Donovan turns to Jack a little confused, who helpfully adds, "The builder clan!" Donovan's eyes widen in realization and he turns to face an increasingly nervous and babbling Niall. Jack explains that since the O'Riely clan are architects, they helped build and design the clan houses, to which Donovan adds that since Niall is their scion, he would have access to all the blueprints the O'Riely have, including the ones for the clan houses. Jack continues and reasons that by using the blueprints, Niall would have been able to infiltrate the clan houses and slip out unnoticed. Niall goes silent and can only lower his head in shame, knowing that he has been caught red-handed. Donovan's face then turns to one of minor confusion as he asks Niall, "But why'd you mess with the ledgers, then? You just made what you were doing more obvious, and I can't figure out why you'd need to fudge them in the first place."

Niall appears genuinely confused as he looks up and asks Donovan just what in the world he's talking about. As Donovan is about to speak, though, the figure Niall was waiting for appears around the corner, along with a whole lot of goons behind him: Spriggans, redcaps, bugbears, far darrigs, goblins, and other magical henchmen. Niall's eyes widen, and he shrinks back in fear as the lead goon, a haggard bugbear with an eyepatch over his left eye and unnatural gait, smirks cockily at him. The bugbear derisively asks Niall if he's already sold them out for a few extra coppers, before tsking mockingly and remarking that this is why you can't trust a leprechaun on matters of gold. Jack, who along with Donovan had assumed a defensive posture, bravely steps in front of Niall and states that they'd stumbled across Niall here, he hasn't sold them out. Donovan joins him, brandishing the bottle in his right hand and lantern in his left hand threateningly, as Niall takes this chance to grab the statue and run away.

The bugbear grunts in frustration seeing Niall run before turning to Jack and Donovan. He then regains his infuriating smirk, though, and mockingly says that it's so kind of them to take Niall's punishment for him as he snaps his fingers, signaling for the other goons to rush the two. As the henchmen rush the two, Jack turns to Donovan and asks for a battle plan. Donovan quickly responds that he'll take the big guys while Jack takes care of the little shites before clocking a spriggan in the head with the lantern.

The goons plan to overwhelm Jack and Donovan with sheer numbers, but the narrow alleyway they're in causes them to trip and bump into each other, with some of the smaller goons being unfortunately trampled by their comrades. Donovan rushes into the confused fray and begins to knock out and whale on any crook that's in his range. Donovan slams and breaks his bottle on the one-eyed leader of the goons, but when that barely fazes the leader, he slashes the bugbear in the other eye, blinding him, before slamming his foot into a far darrig. At the same time, Jack deals with the goons that make it to him, being more methodical in his fighting style than Donovan. Grabbing a club from a knocked-out goblin, he begins to beat back the goblins and redcaps that make it to him.

Donovan knocks out a spriggan and pauses to catch his breath, which allows one of the bugbears to grab him from behind and choke him. As Donovan struggles to free himself, Jack notices his friend is in danger. Looking around, he grabs a far darrig trying to run away and, with a mighty swing, throws him at the bugbear. The far darrig slams into the bugbear's head, knocking both unconscious. Donovan falls to the ground gasping for breath before turning to Jack and giving him an appreciative smile, which Jack reciprocates.

As Donovan slowly stands up, though, even more henchmen begin to pour in from both sides of the alleyway, blocking their way of escape. Jack and Donovan quickly stand back-to-back, brandishing their makeshift weapons, ready to defend themselves. A few tense moments go by, the minions taunting and snapping at the two and the duo refusing to take the goons' bait. Then, an authoritative voice disdainfully ahem's, and the henchmen on Donovan's side hurriedly scramble to make way for their leader. As they part, their boss gracefully strides over to Jack and Donovan: Melodia, a human witch with a striking gaze and a seemingly permanent scowl plastered on her face, hands and wand holster on her hip. Donovan's grip on the bottle tightens when he sees her, and he nudges Jack in the shoulder so that he'll look. Melodia takes an unimpressed look around at the unconscious goons all around the two before looking back at the two and stating that they've caused her quite a lot of trouble. The now blinded bugbear goon staggers up from the ground, wipes some blood off of his face, and tells the witch that these bastards let Niall get away and besmirched the gang's honor. Melodia simply turns to the bugbear, who is revealed to be facing a nearby wall, with the most deadpan expression and snidely remarks, "You and your utter incompetence have dishonored me far more than these interlopers ever could."

As the bugbear stutters in embarrassment, Melodia ignores him and tells Jack and Donovan that while the morons needed to be taught a lesson, it was not their privilege to teach that lesson, and as such, they'll need to come with her. Donovan and Jack look at each other before Jack politely asks if the two can talk about it first, to which Melodia replies that they should make it quick. Jack then whispers to Donovan that they should take Melodia's offer. When Donovan protests, Jack says that they don't really have much of a choice right now, before quickly adding that this could be an opportunity to gain more information on the case. Donovan hesitantly relents, and Jack pats him on the shoulder and assures him that everything will be fine, flashing a brief smile at him. Jack then turns to Melodia and says that they'll come with her under two conditions, to which she quirks an eyebrow in curiosity and asks what those conditions are. Jack says that if she promises that they won't be harmed, as well as answers a few questions he has, then they'll go with her peacefully.

Melodia pauses in thought, rubbing her chin, before slowly nodding and saying that the terms are acceptable, which her henchmen begrudgingly accept, though some leer at the two with violence in mind while others stare uncomfortably at their broken friends. Melodia then quickly tells the two to drop their weapons, which they do, before blithely telling most of her goons to clean up this mess before the guards show up. She then strides off, with Jack, Donovan, and the rest of the goons following her.

We then cut to them walking to the local Goblin Market, the raucous hubbub of merchants selling and customers buying filling the air as they walk, until they reach a large warehouse. Melodia knocks on the door in a special way before waiting for a reply, her fingers subtly fidgeting in impatience. Donovan can't help but remark that this doesn't seem very hidden for a gang hideout, to which Melodia just points at the building next to the warehouse. "We're right next to the pookas," she states, "and only fools would try to mess with them." After she says that, the warehouse door slowly opens, and a troll pokes his head out. Seeing Melodia, his eyes widen and he quickly pushes the door open before nervously welcoming her in. She waves him off and the group walk inside, which is packed with crates of stolen goods and such guarded by a few goons. Once they reach the center of the room, Melodia twirls around to face the two and promptly ahem's into her fist, which prompts a nearby goon to hurriedly fetch her a comfortable-looking chair. Once she's properly seated, she leans over attentively, placing her chin over her palm, and tells them that they may start asking her questions now.

As the goons watch the two suspiciously, weapons at the ready, Jack pulls out his notebook and begins by asking why Niall had tried to meet with her henchmen. Melodia blithely tells him that Niall had previously come to them to sell some items he'd stolen from one of the clan vaults, and he'd continued to sell his stolen goods to them ever since under the threat of his thefts being exposed. Jack nods before asking Melodia if she knows of or has any connection to Colim Pernell. Melodia states that not only did she know of Colim, but he was also heavily indebted to her. Jack presses her on why Colim was indebted to her, to which she rolls her eyes a little but obligingly states that he'd gotten into a brawl with some of her more nasty rivals and had made them rather angry with him. As such, she had offered to swoop in and pay them off in exchange for Colim paying it all back over time. However, Colim's untimely death means that he can't pay what she is owed and Graudy is too clever for her or her minions to grab. "As such," Jack politely interjects, "you probably grabbed Donovan and I in hopes of making Graudy pay a ransom for us, settling Colim's debts with you as well." Melodia nods approvingly and tells him that he catches on quickly.

Suddenly, loud knocking interrupts the conversation, and all eyes turn to the warehouse door. After a goon checks who's outside, a courier is let into the warehouse, watched by some guards, and says that he needs to speak with Melodia. The guards turn to Melodia, who dismissively nods at them, before allowing the courier to approach. He respectfully genuflects before whispering something in her ear, which causes her to flatly remark, "Again?" After the courier nods hesitantly, she sighs exasperatedly and rubs her forehead, muttering about how she's going to kill those drunken morons. She stands up, stretches a little, and tells Jack and Donovan that the whole ransom deal will have to wait until after she needs to deal with the results of her lackeys' failings... again. She apologizes for the delay and promises that she will have it done as soon as possible, seemingly genuine about it as well. She then orders the thugs in the warehouse to tie the two up and keep an eye on them, pointing at them accusingly and solemnly swearing that if the two manage to escape, she will reenact the Jam Handy incident on all of them. All the henchmen in the warehouse shudder and shrink back in fear hearing those words, nodding furiously as Melodia leaves with a few guards and the courier to deal with the issue.

We then cut to the two seated in opposite chairs and being tied up together, the goons cackling and mocking them as they wind the rope around the two. The two don't react, though, with Jack not even blinking while Donovan subtly and curiously rubs his body against the rope. Once the two are tied up, the lead goon, a spriggan with crooked teeth and a lanky build, then enthusiastically tells them to not even try to escape or they're gonna get clobbered so hard their eyes will cross, the rest of the goons cheering after him.

Donovan rolls his eyes at the lead henchman's threat and softly exhales. He then turns to Jack and whispers that the idiots didn't even bother to double knot, tie their arms to the chair, or even check the quality of the rope. Jack snickers a little before asking what Donovan thinks about Melodia, to which Donovan responds that she seems like a pragmatic and reasonable, if somewhat condescending, sort of criminal. Jack nods a little, saying that if she did kill Colim, she probably wouldn't have done it without reason. The two discuss some more theories about the murder and Melodia's possible connections to it before Jack notices that one of the goons is peering out of the warehouse door and is seemingly talking to somebody. Realizing that this could be their chance, Jack hastily whispers to Donovan that he needs to goad a distraction out of the goons, to which Donovan then grins and whispers back that he'll get them a distraction alright.

Donovan then turns to the lanky spriggan and begins to insult him, calling him names and insulting his looks. The other goons begin to snicker and giggle at the spriggan, who is trying in vain to seem unaffected by Donovan's insults as his face grows redder and redder. All the while, Jack watches the warehouse door for the right opportunity. Once the door is wide open and goons start to bring in crates of goods, Jack subtly nudges Donovan, who takes the cue and begins to insult the spriggan on his teeth. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back as the spriggan snaps and stomps over to Donovan. He plants his dagger in the chair, right next to Donovan's head, and snarls that if one more insult flies out of Donovan's mouth, he'll lose his tongue. Despite spit flying onto his face, Donovan is deeply unfazed by the empty threat. He slowly turns to look up at the spriggan, very unimpressed, and states, "That was your first mistake."

Donovan then kicks the spriggan hard in the groin, causing him to crumple to the floor, before easily breaking out of his binds. He then grabs the spriggan and uses him as a temporary human shield, just as Jack gets out of his chair. Jack quickly throws his chair at some oncoming goons before running for the exit and yelling at Donovan to follow him, which prompts Donovan to toss the spriggan at his companions before rushing after Jack. The two dodge crates, gunshots, and tackles before reaching the door. They continue running as they rush out the door and through the Goblin Market, Melodia's henchmen right on their tails, with the two bumping into stalls, crates, and traffic to slow down and take out the goons, Jack vigorously apologizing for all the trouble they're causing. Seeing the nearby beach, Jack grabs Donovan and pulls him there, telling him that they'll outrun their pursuers there.

The two now race across the beach as the sun begins to rise in the background, kicking up sand as their pursuers, now fewer in number, continue to give chase. After a few seconds, Donovan briefly turns to look back at the goons before yelping indignantly as he unceremoniously stumbles into a random wheelbarrow and falls to the ground. Jack stops to help Donovan up, but the goons catch up to them in those few wasted seconds. Donovan immediately leaps at the goons, fiercely punching and kicking at them as Jack slams the heads of two bugbears rushing him into each other. Grabbing two clubs from the now unconscious goons, he tells Donovan to catch before tossing one to him, which Donovan uses to great effect as Jack knocks out another minion. The fight is short as there are far fewer goons now, with Donovan and Jack showing excellent teamwork, and soon enough, the minions quickly flee for their lives as Donovan taunts and jeers at them. He throws his club like a javelin at them, knocking out a fleeing redcap. Grinning, Donovan grabs Jack's club, somewhat startling him, and tosses that one as well, hitting a bugbear in the leg and sending them sprawling to the ground.

Donovan whoops loudly at his impeccable aim, enthusiastically pumping his fist in the air as Jack chuckles at his friend's antics. Donovan turns to Jack and grins, remarking that that was a lot of fun. Jack good-naturedly rolls his eyes and says that of course it was good fun to Donovan, which earns him a friendly punch in the shoulder from Donovan and laughs from the both of them. Once they finish laughing, though, Jack can't help but ask Donovan how he tripped on a wheelbarrow right in front of him Donovan, blushing in little in embarrassment, dismissively replies that he was busy running for his life, not to mention the fact that he'd been looking back at their pursuers. Jack, somewhat confused, asks why Donovan why he would be wasting time looking back, to which Donovan retorts by asking why on earth would there be an abandoned wheelbarrow in the middle of a beach.

Jack is about to respond when he pauses, face shifting with curiosity as he turns to look back at the wheelbarrow. Jack approaches the wheelbarrow, Donovan following him with an expression of similar realization, and remarks, "You're right, Donovan, why on earth would there be a wheelbarrow in the middle of the beach?" Kneeling next to and inspecting the wheelbarrow, Jack finds that the wheelbarrow has significant water damage and some seaweed sticking to the side of it. Donovan also finds some drag lines in the direction of the water, telling Jack that someone must have dumped the wheelbarrow into the loch. Jack, standing up, remarks that he could tell. Looking around, he points to an area of the beach further off and states that they're just a short distance away from where Colim's body was found. Turning to where Jack is pointing, Donovan quietly asks if he thinks the two are connected, to which Jack responds that he's almost sure of it.

Turning back to the wheelbarrow, Jack and Donovan lift the wheelbarrow up before inspecting it for more clues. Searching carefully, Jack finds the golden initials "M.C." engraved on one of the handles. Calling Donovan over, Jack asks him what he makes of it. Thinking carefully, Donovan's eyes widen in realization and he says that it belongs to the Riggleby scion Malocolm. When asked by Jack if he's sure, Donovan replies, "It has to be. It's small enough that a leprechaun can use it, the golden initials reveal that it belongs to a very rich individual, and if those initials don't stand for Malocolm Crawkins, I'll eat my hat." Jack smiles and proudly pats Donovan on the shoulder as they stand up. Donovan smiles back before asking Jack what they should do next. Turning to the beautiful sunrise, which is halfway into seemingly rising from the loch, Jack replies that they'll head back to their hotel room, take a nice long rest, then head over to Mr. Crawkins' house to ask some very pointed questions.

We then cut to the next day on the front balcony of Malocolm's residence, a fancy three-story mansion made of shining marble. Malocolm greets Jack and Donovan with a wide and bright grin, asking if he can help them with anything. Jack says that they'll need to ask him a question or two, to which Malocolm says that they should have something to drink while they do so. Jack tries to politely decline, but Malocolm insists and ushers the two to a table on the balcony, letting them sit first before snapping his fingers to call for his butler. Malocolm seats himself as the butler arrives, before turning to the two and asking if they like any particular type of tea.

We then cut to the butler pouring some steaming tea into a teacup before handing it to Donovan, who thanks the butler before carefully blowing the tea, taking in a deep breath of the tea's fragrance. The butler simply nods before placing the teapot on the table and asking Malocolm if he still has need of his services. Malocolm, holding his own teacup, shakes his head and says that that's all they'll need for now, before politely dismissing the butler. He then turns back to Jack and Donovan and asks what they think of the tea. Jack finishes taking a sip, places the teacup down, and compliments the tea, stating that it has a strong, but not overpowering, fragrance and sweetness to it. Malocolm nods appreciatively and says that it's Da Hong Pao tea, perhaps the most expensive tea in existence, that was just recently imported from China. Malocolm states that though he usually just grows his own tea, he couldn't help himself when he discovered the greatness of Da Hong Pao. Taking another sip, he exhales in satisfaction before asking Jack what it was that they wanted to ask him.

Jack pulls out his notebook and pencil, flipping the notebook open, before turning back to Malocolm. He explains that yesterday, the two found an abandoned wheelbarrow washed up on the beach they think belongs to Malocolm. Malocolm, slowly placing the teacup down, leans his chin against his fist and politely asks Jack to please describe the wheelbarrow they found, which Jack does.

After Jack finishes describing the wheelbarrow, Malocolm is about to answer when his six-year-old son Ronan rushes out the front door and straight to him. He enthusiastically jumps and down, asking his father if they can please go play in the park together. Malocolm's eyes flitter back and forth before hesitantly asking Jack and Donovan to please wait a few seconds, he needs to talk to his son first. Jack and Donovan chuckle, Donovan more so, before Jack remarks that of course they'll wait. Malocolm nods a little in gratitude before turning back to Ronan, who is staring at him with wide, pleading eyes. Malocolm softly sighs and kindly tells Ronan that he'll go with him to the park later, but right now, he has to finish an important talk with their guests first. Ronan is initially disappointed, but he tells Malocolm that he understands. Malocolm smiles lovingly at Ronan and thanks him for understanding the situation. He then tells Ronan to go grab the toys he wants to bring to the park before they leave, which causes Ronan, now beaming with anticipation, to quickly run back into the house. In the background, Jack can be seen wistfully staring at Malocolm and Ronan, his eyes showing both lost thoughts and sorrow.

Malocolm chuckles quietly as he turns back to Jack and Donovan, the former quickly hiding the fact he was staring, and apologizes for his son's rambunctious attitude. Donovan waves it off good-naturedly, joking that Ronan isn't half as troublesome a kid as Donovan was. Jack rolls his eyes a little and remarks that he can see that, before asking Malocolm about the wheelbarrow. Malocolm adopts a subtly nervous look as he tells Jack that he, unfortunately, doesn't own, nor ever has owned, a wheelbarrow like that. Jack sighs deeply, seemingly in disappointment, and Malocolm looks at him apologetically, stating that he understands why they'd think it was his.

As the three stand up from their seats, he tells Jack and Donovan that though he couldn't be of assistance, he does wish them the best of luck in their efforts. Jack thanks Malocolm for his time and shakes his hand, just as Ronan rushes out the door with a ball in hand. Ronan then asks Malocolm if he's finished talking with their guests, and when Malocolm says he is done, Ronan asks if they can please bring the bike to the park as well.

Malocolm sighs and mutters under his breath that it's all the way down in the basement. Right after, though, he flashes his son a smile and says that of course they can bring it. Telling Ronan to wait in the front yard while he gets the bicycle, Malocolm tips his hat to Jack and Donovan and wishes them a good day before walking inside the house.

As Jack and Donovan slowly walk down the balcony stairs and through the front yard, Donovan quietly asks Jack if he wants to bet that Malocolm is hiding something from there. Jack shakes his head and remarks that that'd be a sucker's bet. Donovan clicks his tongue in frustration and complains that they certainly won't be getting anything out of that man's lips. Jack is about to respond when he stops suddenly, a calculating expression on his face. He turns around and sees Ronan happily playing with his ball before inspiration hits him. He tells Donovan to wait for a second as he walks over to little Ronan.

Greeting the young boy, who enthusiastically greets him back, Jack gets down on one knee, smiles softly, and tells Ronan that he needs to ask him a quick question. "Only if you want to, of course." Jack quickly assures Ronan, who is a little hesitant to talk to a stranger. Ronan eventually nods his head and says that it's okay. Jack, smiling, asks Ronan if his family owns a wheelbarrow with the letters "M.C." engraved in them. Ronan quickly answers that they did indeed have one, a special wheelbarrow that his father used for his special garden that Ronan isn't allowed to go in. "It's missing now," Ronan adds, "and Daddy complained that some of his special plants were missing as well."

Smiling widely, Jack pats Ronan on the shoulder and thanks him for his honesty. He then quickly stands up and walks over to Donovan, who's been leaning on the front yard fence, and tells him that he got what they needed. As the two then walk off, Donovan asks Jack what he found out, to which Jack responds that he'll talk about it on the way to Graudy's house.

We then cut to Jack and Donovan as they walk towards Graudy's residence, a small but rich-looking cottage in a rural area of Auldport. Donovan asks why they're heading to Graudy's place, to which Jack answers that since Graudy is well-liked and knows a lot of people, he should be able to help answer some questions Jack has. As the two approach Graudy's residence, angry yelling and arguing between two people coming from the house begin to grow louder and louder. Concerned, Jack tells Donovan to be quiet as the two reach the front door. As the arguing continues, the two realize that the voices belong to Graudy and Liam.

They overhear Liam vitriolically accuse both Graudy and the deceased Colim of being dishonest charlatans who would consort with outsiders, no, enemies of the leprechauns if it meant that they could profit from the corpses of those who trusted them. Graudy angrily retorts that that's a rather high and mighty sermon for the Big Red Hypocrite to preach, especially when one considers what dastardly deeds Liam has hired pookas to carry out.

The yelling dies down as Donovan and Jack lean against the wall trying their best to overhear what else is being said. Suddenly, the front door slams open, causing Jack and Donovan to stumble back in surprise as Liam stomps out of the house enraged. Noticing the two, who are trying and failing to seem natural, he angrily stalks over and accusingly points his finger at them. He swears that he will be rid of them and all outsiders soon enough, one way or any other, before stalking off. Donovan and Jack silently stare at Liam as he leaves, before turning to each other with a knowing look.

After a few more seconds of awkward silence, Jack softly knocks on the door and asks if he and Donovan can come in, to which Graudy calls out, with some frustration leaking into his tone, that they can indeed come in. The two then enter and walk to the kitchen, where Graudy is seated at the kitchen table, a plate of chocolate biscuits in front of him, rubbing his forehead and sighing in angry frustration. Turning to the two detectives, his anger subsides, and he asks the two what he can do for them.

Jack says they just need to ask him a few questions. He then gestures to the other chairs at the table, and when Graudy nods, the two sit in them. Pulling out his notebook, Jack asks Graudy if he can tell them what he knows about Pooka, to which Graudy responds with an expression of utter disgust. Shaking his head, Graudy briefly apologizes before stating that pookas are the worst of the worst shapeshifting monsters, whose services only the vilest offender would even think of hiring. Beyond that and the fact that they're terrible to deal with, he doesn't know anything else about them. Graudy then quirks an eyebrow, popping a biscuit into his mouth before asking why the two are so curious about pookas, to which Jack replies that they saw some around the Goblin's Market and were curious as to why they were so despised by the locals. Graudy nods and asks what they were doing there, eating another cookie as he does so, to which Donovan nonchalantly shrugs and remarks that they were kidnapped by a crime boss. Jack facepalms, and Graudy briefly chokes on his cookie, pounding his chest with his fist until he stops choking. Coughing a bit, he then turns to Donovan with wide, bewildered eyes and exclaims, "You were kidnapped?!"

Jack sighs and shoots Donovan a miffed look before turning back to Graudy. He states that it's a little more complicated than that, but it is essentially what Donovan said. He then tells Graudy that Colim had racked up a rather big debt with the crime boss that had captured them and subsequently planned to settle said debt by making Graudy pay their ransom. Graudy blankly stares at the two, and, after a few seconds of awkward silence, covers his face with both of his hands. He slowly rubs his hands against his face and lets out a deep, longsuffering sigh, muttering quietly, "Even after death, Colim, you vex me so..."

Letting out another big sigh, Graudy looks back at the two and thanks them for notifying him of this, saying he'll get to settling that debt as he grabs another cookie. Taking a bite, he asks Jack if has any more questions for him. Jack says that he does have one more question concerning the case, flipping his notebook to the next page. He asks Graudy if he knows of any possible correlation between gardening and criminality, which makes Graudy pause in thought. Thinking about it for a few seconds, Graudy slowly answers that now that Jack mentioned it, he can think of one thing. He explains that just last month, the mayor of Auldport had passed a ban on some types of mandrake plants due to their use in creating very illegal potions. When Jack asks him what kind of mandrakes they were, though, Graudy shakes his head and apologetically says that he sadly can't remember the specific mandrakes as he had been too busy not paying attention.

Sensing their disappointment, he then suggests the two go check out the archives over in the Leprechaun Parliament Hall; records of all the laws that parliament and the mayor have passed are kept in the archives, so they should be able to find what they're looking for there. Jack politely smiles and thanks Graudy for his time as he and Donovan stand up. Graudy wishes them both a good day as they leave and asks that they close the door on their way out, which Donovan does. We cut to the two are they walk outside before Jack suddenly slaps Donovan's shoulder, startling him. Donovan yelps in protest, rubbing his shoulder as Jack admonishes him for so nonchalantly telling Graudy that they were kidnapped. The two bicker about it as they walk, though there's no real heat in their words.

We then cut to the two as they walk through the hallways of the Parliament Hall and into its archives, a splendorous, two-story tall room similar to a labyrinth made almost solely of bookshelves. Looking around, Jack and Donovan marvel at the beauty of the room. Jack then hails a worker, who is storing some books on a bookshelf, and politely asks if he can point them to where they could potentially find a record of the ban on certain mandrakes. The worker, looking down from a raised platform, tells him to head to the end of the left side of the room, then look around for a bookshelf with a sign that says "Gardening and Botany". The worker adds that the records are kept chronologically from left to right, and Jack thanks him for his help as the two walk there.

We then cut to Jack and Donovan as they look through a bookshelf for the right record, Donovan checking up high while Jack searches down low. After a few seconds of this, Jack grins as he pulls out and holds up high a record titled "Forbidden Flora Statute of 1905". Jack calls Donovan over as he walks over to a nearby table. Dropping it onto the table, Jack starts to leaf through its contents, with Donovan looking over his shoulder to see as well. Jack mumbles a little as he flips through the pages until landing on the page about mandrakes. Sitting down, he quickly reads through it before slowing down as he reaches the list of the banned mandrakes. He quickly reads through their descriptions, none of them truly standing out until he reaches the Sicilian Mandrake, which causes Donovan to snatch the record from Jack in worry. Reading it over, he mutters under his breath and, after handing it back to a slightly miffed Jack, says he knows how Colim died.

Jack looks back at Donovan, surprised, and asks him what he means. Taking a deep breath, Donovan explains that the roots of the Sicilian Mandrake are used to make Alcaria, a deadly poison that is nigh untraceable save for the fact that it makes the corpse seem like it died earlier than it actually did. Realizing what this implies, Jack pauses in thought before slowly shaking his head, saying that they don't have much evidence supporting that. Donovan retorts that Malocolm's kid mentioned that Malocolm had complained about some flowers had gone missing along with the wheelbarrow, exclaiming that those flowers must be Sicilian Mandrakes. Jack exhales deeply before running his hand over his face in tired frustration, stating that if Donovan is right about this, it'd mean after all the work and investigating they've done, they're now on the brink of returning right back to square one. Donovan, looking at Jack, quickly scoots over and pats him on the shoulder, assuring him that they'll find a way through this; they usually do, anyways. Jack chuckles as he turns to Donovan and says that he needs to work on his motivational speeches, to which Donovan grips his chest in faux offense and retorts that Jack didn't mind his pep talks before. They chuckle at Donovan's antics a little, most of their frustration and stress having washed away.

The two then begin to throw out theories and ideas on who murdered Colim and how they did it. Donovan suggests that Malocolm did it, both because he had a solid motive to do it and because many of the clues point to him being the culprit, while Jack theorizes that Big Red did it instead, given how much he seemingly loathes the Pernell brothers and his both very aggressive and suspicious behavior towards them investigating Colim's murder. Niall is then brought up by Jack, with Donovan about to speak up only to falter and trail off in awkward silence. After a few more seconds of this awkward silence, Donovan remarks, "Besides knowing he's a thief, we don't really have all that much on Niall, do we?" Jack nods slightly and, fidgeting a little, states that they should probably remedy this, Donovan quietly replying that they probably should. The two then get up out of their seats, with Jack returning the record back in its place before leaving with Donovan.

We then cut to the two as they're being forcibly removed by several guards from the premises of some O'Riely clan grounds, a small ranch on the outskirts of Auldport, the scene reminiscent of them being escorted out of Liam's house. Donovan vehemently protests being manhandled like this, and Jack tries to reason with them but to no avail, as the two are tossed out the front gate. An enraged, old female leprechaun, Niall's mother, follows shortly after and furiously yells at them to never again show their faces in O'Riely lands so long as they live. Jack, dusting himself off, tells her that they just need to ask Niall some questions, to which Niall's mother subsequently stomps on Jack's foot hard. As Jack tries his best to wave off the pain, Niall's mother tells him that she will not have her son slandered as a coward, thief, or murderer. She then stomps off, along with the O'Riely guards.

Donovan, punching the inside of his hat before putting it back on, sighs and remarks that that could have gone better. The two walk off as Jack replies in a deadpan matter that that was rather obvious. He then says that now that Niall is in hiding due to being spooked by Melodia's men trying to murder him, as well as the fact that they've made enemies of the O'Rielys for even insinuating that Niall could be a criminal, they don't have many more options at this point. Donovan nods before turning suddenly, having caught something in the corner of his eye. Tapping Jack's arm, he points at a lanky spriggan crouched behind a low stone wall and asks, "Is it just me, or does that Spriggan look mighty familiar?" As Jack turns to look as well, the spriggan notices them and quickly ducks under the wall, crawling away with his hunched back visible above the wall.

Jack and Donovan stare incredulously at the fleeing spriggan for a few seconds before Jack slowly turns to Donovan and says, "...He does bear a resemblance to the one whose groin you smashed inward, yes." Donovan chuckles at that before asking if Jack thinks that the spriggan's here to keep an eye on Niall and see if the poor bastard slips up somewhere. Jack says that this likely is the case as the two continue to walk, before Donovan pauses suddenly, the gears in his head turning. Jack turns back to Donovan, whose face has lit up with inspiration, and asks if he has thought of something. Donovan, grinning widely, responds that he knows exactly where they can find a new lead: Melodia.

"Niall sold his stolen goods to Melodia and Melodia alone," Donovan eagerly explains, "so she's bound to have some information on the guy. And that's not to mention that she's also one of our best suspects at the moment. She's the only one of our suspects who doesn't have an alibi whether or not Colim died from mandrake poison, she had a solid enough motive to murder him, and she's the only one who didn't bother denying if she killed him! Granted, we never did ask if she killed him, but she's still the best suspect to question first. If we find out she murdered him, we found our killer. If she's not, we're at least one suspect closer to solving the case."

The gears begin to turn in Jack's head as well as he nods and says that it's a good plan, before mentioning it might be a bit hard to get her to talk with them after they made her gang look like idiots, though. Donovan waves off Jack's concern and quips that they already looked like idiots, even to Melodia. In a more serious tone, though, Donovan adds that Melodia seems reasonable enough that if they offer her some payment, she'll probably hear them out. Jack thinks about it for a few seconds before nodding and giving Jack a grin, saying that it's worth a shot, causing Donovan to grin back. Jack then rushes to an approaching carriage and hails it, Donovan right behind him. They quickly get in, and the driver signals the horses forward.

We then cut to the side of the carriage as it's stopped near, with some talking and a jingle of coins heard off screen. The carriage then pulls away to reveal Jack and Donovan behind it, Donovan gesticulating as he tries to recite what they will potentially say and ask during the meeting with Melodia. As the two then walk to the warehouse they were held captive in, Jack politely tells Donovan to calm down, assuring him that everything's going to be fine so long as they remain cool and calm. Donovan, inhaling deeply before exhaling, briefly nods as they reach the door of the warehouse.

Jack then knocks on the door the same way Melodia did before stepping back and waiting patiently, Donovan standing beside him. After a few seconds, the door slowly opens as a tall, bearded troll with scars on his face peeks his head out the door. The troll's eyes widen when he sees the two, but before he can close the door or do anything rash, Donovan rushes forward and drops a coin into the troll's hand. Having caught the attention of the troll, Donovan flashes a disarming grin and tells the troll that he and Jack just want to arrange a talk with Melodia. The troll is initially skeptical, but when Donovan nonchalantly drops two more into his hand, he grins back, nods, and opens the door for them. The troll then calls out to one of his fellow goons to go grab the boss as Jack and Donovan enter the warehouse.

We then cut to the two as they wait for Melodia to arrive, with Donovan leisurely leaning against a wall and Jack carefully looking over his notes. The goons in the warehouse in turn stare at and gossip about the two detectives, some in curiosity and others in contempt. The troll who opened the door, though, is curious enough to ask Donovan if it's true that he blinded McGuffrey with a broken beer bottle. Initially confused, Donovan's eyes slightly widen with realization, and he asks the troll if he means that bugbear with an eyepatch. "Because if so," Donovan says, "he honestly had it coming." Instead of reacting negatively, though, the troll guffaws and remarks that Donovan has the right of it. He then turns to the other goons, some of which are incredulously glaring at him, shrugs nonchalantly, and asks them if he's wrong. "McGuffrey was an arrogant arse with an insufferable smirk," he states in a deadpan manner, "so you can't tell me he didn't deserve the embarrassment he got." Receiving some reluctant so-and-so looks and gestures from the other henchmen, he simply rolls his eyes and turns back to Donovan, telling him not to worry about the others. Donovan snorts good-naturedly and remarks that he already had that part covered, before offering his hand to the troll and introducing himself. The troll takes Donovan's hand and heartily shakes it before introducing himself as Eric.

After they shake hands, knocking can be heard from the warehouse door. Eric sighs and approaches the door, opening it a smidge to see who's outside. He immediately pushes it wide open before stepping back and genuflecting as Melodia walks in with a small entourage of guards. Every goon hastens to make themself look respectable as Melodia scours the room before looking directly at Jack and Donovan, who are now standing up straight and facing her. Placing her hands on her hips and frowning, she tells the two that they're either very foolish or very courageous showing up here after what they did. Donovan nods at that before remarking that they could perhaps be both. Melodia smirks at him and says that she feels the same way. She then ahem's into her fist, prompting her goons to quickly set up a table and three chairs in the middle of the room.

Confidently striding over to a chair before sitting down, Melodia gestures for Jack and Donovan to sit down as well, which they promptly do. Leaning on the table and setting her chin on her hands, she coyly smiles and asks them what she can do for them. Jack simply reaches into his coat and pulls out a pouch of coins, emptying the coins onto the table. Melodia stares at the coins, greed subtly glinting in her eyes, before looking back up at Jack and quirking an eyebrow in unhidden interest. Jack states that they are willing to pay a good sum in exchange for her answering some questions they have. Jack then pushes the coins over to Melodia, who eagerly starts to count them one by one. Once she finishes, counting twenty-four coins in total, she looks up and states that this will purchase them six questions in total. Jack and Donovan grimace slightly, but they nod in reluctant agreement as Melodia eagerly gathers the coins together and hands them over to one of her guards, who places them in a large pouch of coins.

Jack pulls out his notebook and pencil and asks his first question: "Do you have any information on Niall O'Riely?" Melodia snorts and remarks that they should be glad that she isn't a fae; she'd chew them up for dinner otherwise. She then drags her finger over the table in a circle before stating that besides basic information and facts on Niall, she doesn't know all that much about the coward. Jack presses her on the matter and says that she surely would have looked into Niall. Melodia playfully shrugs and says that she didn't need to; the knowledge that Niall was a thief was already more than enough blackmail on him.

Jack sighs but writes it down as he moves on to his second question: "How exactly did Niall O'Riely first come to sell his goods to you?" Melodia hums playfully and says it's a very good question. She explains that one of her associates had introduced Niall to her after he'd caught the scion as he was sneaking away with his pilfered properties. Jack stops writing suddenly and looks up, the gears in his head turning. He then asks Melodia if she would be able to name this associate, to which she tsk's and glibly asks in reply if Jack is sure that he wants that to be his third question. After a few seconds of tense silence, Jack nods his head in confirmation, and Melodia, smirking, reveals that the associate was Colim Pernell, who'd been the one Niall usually met to exchange his stolen goods before his untimely death.

Jack exchanges a look with Donovan, nodding as he writes down what Melodia said. He then pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before turning back to Melodia and asking his fourth question: "Were you the one who killed or ordered the killing of Colim Pernell?" Melodia pauses and stares at Jack and Donovan with interest as the guards are put on edge by the question, staring suspiciously at the two. Melodia waves them off, though, as she slowly begins to grin like a cheshire cat. Tilting her head faux-innocently, Melodia states that she understands why they would think she murdered poor, old Colim, and she also understands that intelligent men like them wouldn't truly accept a simple "no" as a valid answer. As such, if they were willing to pay the small price of using two more questions, Melodia is confident they'd be able to find her alibi. "Provided you're smart enough to ask the right questions." She smugly adds. Jack pauses before stating that he and Donovan need a moment to privately discuss this, to which Melodia purses her lips before slowly responding that they can. Jack and Donovan huddle together and whisper inaudibly, Donovan's muttering a little louder than Jack's. After a few tense seconds, the two reach a consensus and Jack slowly turns back to Melodia. Looking her in the eye, he subtly nods and says that they are willing to pay that price.

Clapping her hands once in subdued glee, Melodia states that she will start with the fact that she has no reasonable motive to murder. A confused Donovan interjects that she does indeed have a motive in the form of Colim owing her a hefty debt. Melodia quickly holds up a hand and cheekily replies, "Precisely the opposite, MacCool. My supposed motive for murdering Colim was actually a motive to not murder him." Melodia then explains that if she killed a man for simply owing her a debt, she would have both a dead body to deal with and an unpaid debt that she would have to find payment for somewhere else. "Were I a lesser criminal," Melodia smugly remarks, "your assessment of me would be correct. I am much more than that, though." She then continues by explaining that while she is one of the major crime lords in Auldport, if she had the ability to just murder the spare heir of a major clan, then she could've just threatened Graudy for money a long time ago.

Jack and Donovan turn to each other briefly, and Jack nods as he finishes writing that down. Smugly smiling, Melodia playfully mentions that the two only have one more question left, so they'll need to think much harder on this one. Jack and Donovan pause in thought, with Jack running his hand over his face ad Donovan leaning back and staring at the ceiling. A few tense seconds, which seemingly stretch for hours, pass by until Jack leans over and asks his sixth question: "When and where did you last see Colim alive?"

Pursing her lips, Melodia asks Jack if he's sure that's the last question he wants to ask, to which Jack says it is. We cut to a close-up of Melodia's face, who leans over and coyly tells Jack that he can't take this back. We then cut to a close-up of Jack's face, who also leans forward and confidently says that he is absolutely certain of his decision. Cutting back to Melodia's face, she stays silent for a few seconds before smiling playfully. She then states, enunciating every word for dramatic effect, that she last saw Colim on the evening of the first of March, just a few hours before his untimely demise. Jack and Donovan lean closer, their attention solely focused on Melodia, with Jack's eyes slowly widening with excitement. Melodia then pauses, tapping her finger on her cheek as she verbally tries to remember what she saw Colim doing. After a brief moment of silence, she then aha's, daintily pointing her finger up at the air, and states that she remembers seeing him walking over to the pookas' house next door.

The pieces begin to connect in Jack's head as his face begin to fill with a look of inspired realization. Turning to Jack with a coy expression, she asks if her information is satisfactory to what Jack needs, to which Jack says that it is that and more. Jack and Donovan then stand up, with Jack stretching his hand toward Melodia and saying that it's been an experience doing business with her. Melodia clasps Jack's hand into her own and remarks that it's been a pleasure for her. "If only the city guards were more like you two," she states, seemingly genuine, "Then perhaps I wouldn't mind them spoiling my fun so much." Jack and Donovan respectuflly genuflect to Melodia before walking to the door, where Eric is waiting. Once Melodia nods at him, Eric opens the door for the two and wishes them a good day, Donovan wishing him one as well as they leave. As the two then walk to the pookas' house, Donovan asks Jack if he thinks the pookas did Colim in, to which Jack remarks that while he's not so sure about that part, he does know that they had a key part to play in this conspiracy.
As they reach the front of the pookas' house, Jack and Donovan take a moment to breathe and steel themselves before entering. The inside of the building is a dingy, run-down, and sordid-looking place, with rats and cockroaches scurrying across the dilapidated floor and dust clouding the air. Limb-like shadows seemingly reach their bony fingers out to them as Donovan frantically waves the dust away in disgust, and Jack briefly coughs into a handkerchief as numerous figures, obscured by dust and smoke, turn to leer at the two strangers. Donovan mutters that this sure seems like a friendly place, to which Jack remarks that at least they haven't been tossed out immediately. The two continue to walk, with much trepidation, until they cross paths with the pooka, a being that can only be described as an unholy abomination. It is a deformed, hairless little creature, whose emaciated, bony limbs twist and bend in all the wrong places. Thick, black substances run down and ooze off of its frame, as if it had been spawned from a pit of tar. A crooked, unnatural smile fills its face, its few yellowed teeth rotten, crooked, and putrid from decades of decay.

A wheedling, scratchy voice that crawls and writhes under the skin emanates from its throat, welcoming Jack and Donovan to the parlor of the pookas and promising that it can make each and every one of their dreams could come true; that is, if they are willing to pay a good price and not cower at the messiness that comes with it. Jack and Donovan take a step back in baited trepidation, with Donovan stepping slightly in front of Jack, before Jack cautiously questions the pooka on how it could possibly fulfilling any dream they could ever have. The pooka, staring into Jack's eyes, arrogantly replies that it, in turn, questions him on his credibility in doing "anything". It states that the flightful endeavors of princes, generals, and lord protectors of countless ages had succeeded only due to the invisbile hand of the pookas.

Jack politely, but somewhat fearfully, asks it to step aside, but the pooka does not move. Instead, it shapeshifts into two random crooks that it met and a leprechaun, shifting every time it speaks; speaking and acting just like those who it takes the form of. Donovan, eyes wide and breath heavy, whispers to Jack that maybe they should go now, to which Jack can only nod his head in hesitant fear. As they are about to leave though, they turn back in shock when they recognize the leprechaun that the pooka has shifted into: Colim Pernell.

Jack immediately begins to accuse the pooka of being involved in Colim's death, to which the pooka confidently smirks and starts to poke at Jack's motives, character, goals, and competence. Other pookas notice the blooming argument and try to intervene, but Donovan, though visibly disturbed, glares at them and crosses his arms, which makes them cackle and disappear back into smoke and darkness. Cutting back to Jack and the other pooka arguing, Jack continues to press the pooka on his connection to Colim's murder and who employed him, but the pooka stubbornly refuses to say anything straightforward about the matter, answering only in esoteric riddles. Jack questions the pooka on the time of death, to which the pooka mockingly replies, "All men die when they die." All the while, whenever the shot cuts away from the pooka, he morphs into the following people: the two random crooks, Colim, a younger Big Red, Graudy, Jack, and Donovan. Jack is visibly frustrated with the pooka's stubbornness, but he manages to keep his cool and press on. More intense back-and-forth between the two continues, with Jack no closer to getting a useful word out of the pooka's mouth.

Then, Jack questions the pooka about the day, to which the pooka responds that it can talk about any day it chooses to; today, tomorrow, last century. Jack then questions it on March 1, to which the pooka mock-sadly replies that it'd rather not talk about such a melancholy day and that surely Jack would wish to talk about a happier time. Jack then asks about last month, to which it says, "Last month was far more pleasant. Not much business came around, but I did finally find out who had been stealing from my coffers and promptly earn my recompense. It's such catharsis to solve a mystery, detective, I'm sure you'll find that kind of joy some day." Donovan begins to angrily defend Jack, but Jack stops him before turning back to the pooka. He then asks about five random dates, receiving a different story in return. During this, he notices that the pooka clams up and cites unpleasant business whenever Jack asks about a day where Colim was supposedly alive but happened after his actual time of death. Finally, Jack sighs out loud in supposed frustration and mutters that this has been one grand waste of time before dismissively walking away from the pooka, grabbing and pulling a slightly confused Donovan along with him. The pooka mockingly calls out to them to visit again if they actually want to do business, citing excellent customer confidentiality as a perk.

As the two walk through the Goblin Market, Donovan shudders and quietly asks Jack what happened back there, to which Jack repeats what the pooka said and explains that he now knows that Colim indeed died before March 1, which means that the mandrake poison wasn't involved. Donovan nods in understanding and asks if it helps narrow down the suspects, to which Jacks sighs and says that it doesn't really narrow anything down as they still don't know who'd hired the pooka. "All we definitively know is that the culprit had a deep voice." Jack mutters in exasperation as the two continue to walk. He then begins to ramble that any of the scions could have been the culprits, given that they're all wealthy enough to hire a pooka, and they all have terrible secrets they wouldn't want exposed; whoever murdered Colim must have had something that made them more willing to kill to keep their secret than the others. He adds that that doesn't even mention the fact that the culprit that had been arguing with Colim could have just been the pooka with a far deeper voice. He sighs deeply as Donovan lightly pats him on the back, moaning about the complexity of it all. As they walk, though, Donovan pauses and points to a nearby vendor flasks and other camping equipment, saying that he should probably get one since his beer bottle broke. Jack turns to where Donovan is pointing, shrugs, and says that they might as well since they're already here.

We then cut to Donovan haggling for a square flask with the vendor, Jack pacing and muttering to himself in the background. After a few seconds, Donovan and the vendor manage to come to an agreement about the price. Donovan hands the vendor a few coins and tips his hat to him, before leaving with Jack. Donovan clasps Jack's shoulder and tells him not to worry too much. "We've only been here for four days, Jack," Donovan states, "so we still have a few more days to investigate." Yawning a little, he then suggests that the two head over to Callan's for dinner and to fill Donovan's flask, later remarking that perhaps Graudy will be there to pay for drinks. Jack stops dead in his tracks, the gears turning and whirring overtime in his head, which causes Donovan to turn and ask if Jack's thought of something. Jack slowly mutters, "That's it," before turning to Donovan and flashing him a smile as wide as the equator. Clasping both of Donovan's shoulders, Jack joyfully tells him he's a genius. A little confused, Donovan says he hasn't said anything about the case, to which Jack cheerfully replies that Donovan actually has said something. He then calls for Donovan to follow him as he rushes to their hotel, the sun setting in the background as Donovan rushes after him.

We then cut to the afternoon of the next day, March 9, in the Auldport town square, where a large crowd has gathered around the square fountain. The vast majority of the crowd is made up of leprechauns from the major clans, including the speaker of the house and all of the scions, though the city guard, the elderly giant neighbor, and some reporters are also present. Loud whispering can be heard as people gossip with one another in speculation of what is happening. We then cut to the fountain, where Donovan is leaning against the fountain wall, taking a sip from his flask, and Jack is reviewing his notes and straightening his clothes. The speaker of the house then slowly strides toward Jack and Donovan and states that now that the entirety of the leprechaun clans have arrived, it is time for the two to explain why they have called them here. Jack respectfully nods and explains that he and Donovan have cracked the case of Colim's murder, before politely asking the speaker to get the people's attention.

The speaker nods back and turns to the crowd before slamming his staff onto the ground and calls for order from the people. The crowd quickly quiets down, and all eyes turn attentively to the speaker. Coughing vigorously into his fist, the speaker states that they have gathered here today at the request of Dr. John Seward and Donovan MacCool due to the matter of Colim Pernell's murder. A murmur passes through the crowd as Jack confidently steps forward, notebook in hand. He nods at the speaker and thanks him for the introduction before turning back to the crowd.

He thanks them all for coming here today, and states that he and Donovan have finally solved the mystery of Colim's murder. He starts with the bombshell that each of the scions has committed a terrible crime, pointing to each of the scions as they're brought up: "Each of the scions has a secret that they desperately wanted to protect. Ones that could have spurred them towards murder in order to keep them secret. Liam Deugall brokered deals with pookas in the past for unknown reasons; Niall O'Riely broke into the clan vaults and pilfered various items in them, selling them to one of the major crime lords of Auldport; and Malocolm Crawkins grew illegal species of mandrakes in his backyard." The crowd bursts into a flurry of discussion as they turn to the mentioned scions. Niall cowers under the pressure and stays silent, with his mother and close family angrily yelling at Jack and defending Niall; Malocolm, with a nervous smile, takes a confident posture and says that Jack is being a bit hasty with his accusations; Millicent gasps and holds a hand over her mouth before turning to Liam, desperately staring at him as if to supernaturally compel him to deny the charges; but Liam, a blank expression on his face, simply stands and looks at Jack before asking how he figured these supposed secrets out. Jack points at Liam and states that he had overheard the argument between him and Graudy yesterday, during which Graudy mentioned that Liam had hired pookas in the past. He adds that he and Donovan encountered a pooka that same day who had transformed into Liam as they had argued, which would only be possible if the pooka knew what Liam looked like.

Jack then points to Malocolm and states that he and Donovan stumbled across a wheelbarrow that had washed up on the beach. Upon further inspection of the wheelbarrow, they had determined that it was Malocolm's property, to which Malocolm quickly replies that he already told them that he did not, and never did, own a wheelbarrow like the one they had described. Jack simply sighs and states that Ronan had told them otherwise, which causes Malocolm to freeze in shock and guilt. Ronan, held by his shocked mother, turns to his father with a confused expression and asks why he lied about the wheelbarrow. As Malocolm nervously stutters and tries to come up with an excuse to his son, Jack adds that Ronan had also mentioned that some "special flowers" had gone missing from Malocolm's special garden, shocking Malocolm even further.

As Malocolm takes a step back, stunned into silence, Jack then turns to a still cowering Niall, whose family hurls insults and jeers at Jack, calling him a hack and saying he has no proof to back his slander. Jack doesn't flinch, though, and says that with Niall, he and Donovan literally caught the O'Riely scion red-handed as he stole a statue from the O'Riely clan vault and was about to sell it to a fence. Niall's mother furiously strides forward and states that Jack is lying and that that never happened. Jack simply crosses his arms and tells her to go speak with the crime boss Melodia; perhaps they'd be able to buy some of their stuff back before someone else manages to steal it. Niall's mother sputters in rage as Jack continues, stating that Niall is the scion of the O'Rielys, who built the clan vaults and are renowned for their skilled builders and architects. As such, Niall had access to all their blueprints, including the ones for the clan houses and their layouts, which would allow him to sneak into the vaults, pilfer any valuable he wished, then sneak out with no one the wiser.

As Jack finishes, the crowd bursts into a flurry of debate and talk as they ponder on the revelations Jack has made. Malocolm remains silent, seemingly in hopes that it'd be a good enough shield, while Niall still trembles in fear as his family continue to vehemently defend him and bitterly lash out on anyone who even doubts his innocence. But Liam, his head turned to the ground in shame, takes in a deep breath, steps forward, and sadly admits that he had indeed cut some deals with pookas in the past, shocking everyone around him except Jack and Donovan. Millicent, eyes threatening to tear up, approaches Liam and begs him to say it's not true, to which he can only give her a bittersweet smile. Millicent then clutches Liam in a big hug and begins to sob into his shirt as he too begins to tear up. He hugs her back, trying his best to comfort her. The two then break their hug apart, with Liam wiping away the tear streaks on Millicent's cheeks and saying that he loves her with all his heart. Millicent can only nod a little in reply as she takes in a deep, snotty breath.

Liam then turns to and accusingly points at Malocolm and Niall, scolding them for their dishonesty and cowardice and telling them to just own up to their crimes already like men. Niall's mother angrily tells Liam to take back his words, to which he fires back to shut up and let her son defend himself. "For heaven's sake, woman," Liam bellows, "he's a fully-grown adult already. He doesn't need all of you's to protect him from mean words and the like." Niall's mother is about to go off on Liam yet again, but is taken aback when a now sobbing Niall, unable to handle the pressure anymore, suddenly bursts forward and falls onto his feet, tearfully saying that he is guilty of the charges laid against him. This causes Malocolm, who takes in a deep breath first, to take a step forward and, with as much dignity as he can, confesses to his crime as well.

A wave of silence washes over the crowd as they stare at the scions with both disgust and some sympathy. An innocent and confused Ronan asks his crying mother what is happening, Millicent softly and tearfully smiles at her brother, while Niall's mother is visibly trying to justify and cope with the fact that her son is a thief. Some city guards approach the scions in order to apprehend them, but Jack politely gestures for them to wait, which they somewhat-reluctantly do. The silence stews for a few more seconds before Jack begins to speak again, who states that Colim had visited the scions and knew about every one of their secrets. He'd been friends, with Liam before, he'd been the one to take the wheelbarrow from Malocolm, and he'd been the one who had introduced Niall to the crime lord. As such, Colim hatched a scheme to blackmail the various scions for a small fortune which, given the discrepancies they found in the Riggleby ledgers, must have worked for at least a few days. Jack then gestures to the scions for confirmation, though it's mostly just for show, who then nod affirmatively in shame.

Jack nods back as he turns to the crowd, letting a few seconds pass. A wulver reporter then emerges from the crowd and enthusiastically asks Jack that given what he's just said, which of the scions does he believe killed Colim. Jack turns to the wulver before confidently declaring, "That's the kicker, mister. None of them did it." A burst of shocked and befuddled commotion sweeps over the crowd as the three scions in question turn to one another in surprise. The wulver, surprised but undaunted, presses Jack and asks why he would bring up the crimes of the scions if they didn't murder Colim. Jack raises his hands to quiet the crowd, who eventually do so, after which he states that while the scions didn't do it, they and their crimes play a key role in the mystery. "Before I reveal the killer's identity, I must first reveal how the killer did it," Jack quickly continues, "For you see, this was a crime that only one person could possibly have committed."

As a wave of excitement washes over the crowd, with reporters edging forward to hear Jack more clearly, Jack drops another bombshell: "To start, Donovan and I discovered that Colim died days before his body was found on the first of March." A flurry of confusion surges through the crowd as Graudy, who had been content to be quiet up until now, adopts a confused, nervous look at the words. Another reporter, a leprechaun with broad-rim glasses, questions Jack on how he found this out. Jack states that he first suspected it when they examined Colim's corpse, recapping the evidence they found from it. At a gesture from Jack, Donovan walks forward and states that it was also helped by the testimony of one of Colim's neighbors. Pointing to the elderly giant, Donovan asks her to tell the crowd what she told him and Jack, which she bashfully does. After she's done, Jack asks her what the date was, to which she answers that it was February 24. Jack nods and thanks the giant, who shyly merges back into the crowd. He then states that another piece of evidence they have was a burnt piece of paper in a trash can, which Donovan quickly grabs from Jack's bag before handing it to Jack. Presenting it to the crowd, Jack then states that though most of the writing is now ruined, the name Liam Deugall stood out as an untouched sore thumb as either a mistake or a framing. Liam grumbles quietly as people turn to stare at him. The wulver interjects and says that overhearing an argument at night doesn't necessarily prove that Colim was murdered that specific night, as well as stating that others reported seeing Colim up and about after that night.

Jack nods and says that while that is true, he does have enough evidence to prove that the murderer was in Colim's house and had known where to find stuff without being messy. He also states that on top of that, he and Donovan have one more piece of evidence to present. Jack then states that he and Donovan went to the pooka parlor yesterday to question some of them, earning some disgusted and sympathetic looks, before stating that the pooka they encountered transformed into Colim at one point. The leprechaun reporter quickly interjects and asks if the pooka is the murderer then, to which Jack responds that it was involved in the murder, yes, but it didn't murder Colim. He then continues and states that when he was questioning the pooka on various dates, it always deflected or clammed up whenever talking about days during the week before Colim's body was found and when Colim was supposedly seen alive. "Very suspicious behavior for someone supposedly not involved in Colim's murder, am I right?" Jack remarks.

The crowd murmurs loudly, eyes wide at the realization that a pooka is involved and the subsequent implications of that fact. Liam and Malocolm are obviously upset about this, but Niall pauses in calculated thought, the gears slowly turning in his head. Someone in the crowd, though, raises an objection that there are other ways to fake the timing of a death, most notably the Alcaria potion made from Sicilian Mandrakes, which causes some to glare at Malocolm. Maintaining a dignified presence, Malocolm coolly states that although he had indeed been growing Sicilian Mandrakes, he had sold them long before Colim's murder happened, and the flowers his son had talked about had been some prized pansies. Jack quickly adds that if the mandrake poison had been used, it would come into conflict with the other pieces of evidence of how the events unfolded, which placates the skeptics.

Jack then states that he believes the most likely reason the pooka was hired was so that confusion and delay would reign during the investigation, keeping the police off of the culprit's trail. After given a nod by Jack, Donovan states that, given the lack of damage and the fact the elderly giant didn't hear any sounds of a break-in at all, they believe that Colim willingly let the culprit into his home, after which the two had the argument the elderly giant overheard. At this point, black-and-white flashbacks begin to periodically show as Donovan and Jack recount how the murder happened, with the face of the culprit not visible or obscured.

Jack then states that though the autopsy was wrong about the time of death, it was correct in about everything else as there was a large and clean slash wound on Colim's corpse. With few other minor wounds on the body, Jack reasons that the argument between Colim and the culprit must have escalated until the murderer, with one fluid motion, slashed Colim's throat, causing to Colim to quickly bleed to death with no chance of calling for help. The leprechaun reporter interjects and states that this pokes a hole into Jack's theory that Colim was murdered in his own home, since if Colim had had his throat slashed, then there would have been physical evidence proving it to be the case. Jack quickly and politely retorts that he indeed found physical evidence of the murder in Colim's bedroom. He recounts that though he found no bloodstains anywhere, he did find that the red rug that was supposed to be on the floor was missing, which lead him to theorize that the culprit used it to clean up any possible bloodstains. The wulver quickly asks how the two believe the culprit moved Colim's body, since if the culprit dragged or carried it down the stairs, there should be some evidence for that. Jack answers that the culprit didn't use the stairs; he used the window instead. "Wrapping the body up with the carpet," Jack explains, "the culprit then opened the window, first checking for any possible witnesses, before carefully tossing the body onto the half-finished garden down below." Jack then states that he found a mark on the window frame, which he believes was caused when the culprit accidentally bumped Colim against it, Colim's shoe chipping the frame. Jack states that he believes this because the window was rather small, and it would have been difficult to fit even a leprechaun's body through it without bumping the window frame at least once or twice. It also helped that the chip seemed rather new. He then states that only after all that did the culprit go down the stairs.

Another reporter, a female spriggan, pipes up and asks the two what happened after the murder and how the body ended up on the beach. Donovan explains that after heading to the front yard, the culprit dumped the body into a nearby wheelbarrow; specifically, the wheelbarrow that was owned by Malocolm Crawkins. Before reporters can speak, Donovan jumps in and explains that when they interviewed the elderly giant, she mentioned that Colim had apparently developed a sudden interest in gardening. Jack adds that Malocolm is an avid gardener, as well as the fact that Malocolm was being blackmailed by Colim at that point, before turning and gesturing to the elderly giant, who confirms what he and Donovan just said. Jack then turns Malocolm and asks him to confirm what happened, to which Malocolm replies that Colim had indeed blackmailed him for the use of the wheelbarrow, off-handedly remarking that it wasn't exactly the smartest use of blackmail.

Briefly thanking Malocolm, Jack continues and states that the wheelbarrow, sitting in Colim's front yard, would have been an easy way to move the body when the coast was clear. From there, the culprit would have rushed to the pooka parlor and hired a pooka as soon as possible, in order to eliminate as much suspicion as possible. Jack then states that a few days later on the night of March 1, after malking sure that Colim had been seen still supposedly alive by his neighbors, the culprit returned to where they had hidden the wheelbarrow before rushing to dump the body at the beach shore, looking out for potential witnesses on the way. The spriggan interjects and asks how that would be the case if there were no wheelbarrow tracks found near the body. Jack responds that after dumping the body, the culprit did their best to alter and cover up the tracks, which resulted in the irregular footprints found near Colim's corpse. Jack continues and declares that after this, the murderer must have dumped the wheelbarrow into the loch to presumably dispose of the evidence, given the signs of extreme water damage that he and Donovan found on the wheelbarrow. Donovan then grinningly remarks that, unluckily for their culprit, the wheelbarrow washed back up ashore a few days later for them to stumble into, which earns a subtle eyeroll and smirk from Jack.

The crowd buzzes and murmurs in excited understanding, with the reporters, Malocolm, and some of the City Guard visibly impressed by the explanation. Niall is still deep in thought, quietly muttering to himself about the evidence presented. Corporal Rian, who'd remained silent at this point, pipes up and says, "That's all well and good, Dr. Seward, but we still don't know who the culprit is or why they did it." Jack nods at that and says that he is getting to there. He then briefly recaps all the evidence that he has just explained and revealed before calmly stating, "So, in conclusion, after all that has been said and done, there can only be one man behind this. A deep-voiced man who was rich enough to purchase a pooka's services, who would have been close enough to Colim that he could both know of the scion's secrets and enter into Colim's house freely, and who had a strong enough motive to provoke murder. And that culprit is none other than-"

At that moment, Niall's eyes widen in realization, and he leaps up in the air, before pointing at Graudy and accuses him of having murdered Colim. The crowd is not too convinced, with Malocolm and Liam shooting Niall odd, but worried, looks. Graudy chuckles disapprovingly at Niall before dismissively denouncing his accusation as deranged words spoken by a cowardly knave looking to bring down others along with himself. He then turns to Jack and asks him to please reveal who the actual killer is, to which Jack cooly replies, "No, no, Niall is right. You are the killer, I just hadn't finished explaining yet."

The crowd reels in shocked disbelief, with some looking at Jack and Donovan as if they've gone mad. Graudy, face reddened with anger, is one of those people, launcing into a tirade disparaging Jack and Donovan. He laments having hired such well-put charlatans and tells the crowd not to indulge these phony hacks and their tall tales. Liam interrupts, however, and says that they should hear the two out. When an incredulous Graudy tries to convince Liam otherwise, Liam bluntly retorts that if Graudy truly is innocent, he should let the two publically make fools of themslves. He then turns to Jack and states that he should probably get to explaining why he believes Graudy is the murderer.

Jack nods in thanks and begins with stating that he'll first explain the deep voice. Graudy immediately interrupts and derisively asks Jack if he's deaf because, as far as Graudy knows, his voice is decidedly not bass. The vast majority of the crowd murmurs in agreement with Graudy as Jack makes a so-and-so gesture with his head, replying that it is true that Graudy's voice isn't unnaturally deep. "At least, not without eating this." Jack remarks as he pulls out of his pocket a Talky Toffee and presents it to the crowd. He then states that Graudy had previously mentioned that he was rather fond of Talky Toffees, and that he had noticed some wrappers of Talky Toffees in Colim's house. The spriggan interjects and states just because Talky Toffees are one of Graudy's favorite candies doesn't mean that he committed the crime, to which Jack responds that though it doesn't, it does mean that the criminal having a deep voice doesn't disqualify Graudy from being the culprit either. Graudy retorts that Colim used to enjoy Talky Toffees also, as well as the fact that the candy alone doesn't prove he's guilty. Jack replies that he's getting to the other points, Graudy just needs to be a little more patient, to which Graudy incredulously throws his arms in the air.

Jack then states that the second piece of evidence he has is the fact that Graudy is rich enough to have hired a pooka. Malocolm politely interjects and says that a good amount of people in Auldport, including him and his fellow scions, are rich enough to hire a pooka, not that he wants to incriminate himself or his fellow scions of course. Graudy jumps in after that and mockingly asks Jack why he doesn't suspect that crime boss Colim introduced Niall to. "Criminals don't need a good reason to commit crime, after all." Graudy bitingly remarks as he turns to the three other scions with a disdainful look, Liam returning it with Malocolm and Niall decidedly looking away. Jack smirks a little and replies that actually, this particular crime boss would indeed need a good reason to kill someone who was indebted to her. The crowd is confused as the wulver asks Jack what he means by that. Jack explains that he and Donovan had interrogated the crime boss in question and discovered that Colim had owed her a pretty penny. The wulver presses Jack on the subject, saying that that seems like a solid motive for murdering Colim. Jack replies that he had questioned her on the matter himself, and she had said that killing Colim would have been impractical, both because she would now have a dead body to deal with and because the debt she was owed can't be repaid anymore. Graudy scoffs derisively and sarcastically asks if Jack is actually trusting the words of a bleeding crime lord, remarking that Jack is really showing off how logical and perceptive he is right now. Jack simply replies that even without the testimony of the crime boss, it is quite logical to assume she didn't do it. He then explains that since they know that a pooka was involved, if the crime boss was behind it, that would mean that she not only killed a man who owed her money, meaning she wouldn't be able to get that money back, but also that she paid even more money to hide said crime. "If you ask me," Jack remarks, "it doesn't seem like the most logical decision to make, does it?" The crowd mutters in agreement as Jack says that regardless, the fact that a pooka was involved means that the murderer had to have been someone very rich, which Graudy certainly is.

After that, Jack says that the third piece of evidence he has is the fact that Graudy was close enough to Colim that he could both know the secrets of the other scions and walk freely into Colim's house. Donovan off-handedly remarks that the first part of that clue should be obvious, given that the two were brothers. Jack nods at that before stating that more than that, they were also co-conspirators of the blackmail operation. Graudy scoffs loudly and derides Jack as an insane idiot, but Jack simply ignores the insult. Jack then says that, as previously stated, Graudy knew about Liam's previous deals with pookas, meaning that he could have known about the other scions' secrets as well. Jack asks the scions if this is true, which they confirm as such. Graudy leaps in and derisively states that he'd been sarcastic about Jack trusting the words of criminals, remarking that he must truly be desperate if he's willing to listen to such an honorless bunch, which causes Liam to clench his fists tightly.

Unfazed, Jack continues and, to bring things back on track, states that when he and Donovan found Graudy and his friends at Callan's, he noticed that Graudy was buying drinks for everyone there. Graudy disbelievingly chuckles and replies that of course he did, he's a walking, talking party, which draws some chuckles from the crowd. Jack, unimpressed, simply replies that it seemed suspicious for even Graudy to spend that much money in such a short period of time. "Almost as if you'd gotten a sudden windfall of gold and wanted to spend it as soon as possible," Jack remarks. Graudy scoffs and states that this doesn't prove shit; he's a scion, of course he's going to have a lot of money to blow at times. The comment draws some disapproving looks from the crowd, including Malocolm and Liam, and an eye roll from both Jack and Donovan.

Donovan then takes the opportunity to jump in and state that he and Jack were set on Liam's path only because one of Graudy's drinking friends in Callan's conveniently told them about Liam swearing to get back at Colim. Jack nods and also states that, when he and Jack visited the pooka parlor, the pooka they questioned briefly shifted into Graudy as well, meaning that graudy had to have interacted with the pooka at some point. "And even if you didn't previously know about Liam's ties to the pookas," Jack accusingly says to Graudy, "you could have figured that out yourself when talking with the pooka, the same way we figured out you were connected to it." Graudy mockingly bites out about unproven speculations and such before stating that that doesn't prove that Graudy actually talked with the pooka; as far as Graudy is concerned, the pooka could have simply seen him from a distance and copied his appearance like that.

Donovan remarks that that seems like an awfully convenient excuse, which makes Graudy glare at him with an unimpressed look. Softly nudging Donovan back, Jack states that Graudy also knew enough about the other scions to insult them accurately, reciting the insults that Graudy leveled at the other scions on Jack and Donovan's first day in Auldport. Liam and Malocopm level heated glares at Graudy, Niall giving a lighter stare. Graudy reluctantly admits that he had indeed said those things before asking what relevance this has to the matter. Jack responds that Graudy was clearly well-acquainted enough with the scions to sum them up accurately, if offensively as well. Jack admits it doesn't prove anything definitively but then states that the level of knowledge Graudy has about the scions indicated that Graudy could have been well-informed enough to know of their secrets, especially since he made direct comments about Liam and the pookas. Donovan then jumps in and adds that Graudy was also the one who pointed them toward the trail of the mandrakes, which turned Malocolm into a prime suspect in their eyes, to which Graudy retorts that they asked him a question which he simply answered to the best of his ability.

Jack nods before pulling out the burned letter again, stating that the killer had to be close enough to Colim that he both knew where Colim's letters were kept and could look for them without making a mess. Jack states that Colim wasn't well-liked due to his brash personality and tendency to get into fights, which means that the only person to fit this description is Graudy. Jack then says to Graudy, "You already knew about Liam and the pookas, so you just needed to grab one with Liam Deugall's name on it and burn it, leaving Liam's name untouched so as to point anyone curious enough on his trail."

Finally, Jack says that the last, but not least, piece of evidence he has is Graudy's motive to murder Colim. Graudy scoffs loudly and mockingly asks Jack if he can somehow read minds now, because if so, he should prove it by figuring out what color Graudy's thinking of right now. Jack turns to Graudy, unamused, before cooly asking when he first thought of murdering Colim. Graudy's eye twitches, and he stares at Jack before incredulously asking what he's going on about. Jack, seemingly ignoring the question, continues to press Graudy, asking if he thought of murdering Colim the day before he did the deed, or the day before that, or a week beforehand. As Jack asks if Graudy schemed to murder his brother the moment he and Colim thought up the blackmail scheme, Graudy loses it and asks Jack what the hell he's prattling on about.

Jack, walking up to Graudy, cooly replies that the slash on Colim's throat was too clean, too precise, and too surgical for it to have been a sudden thing. "At some point during your little operation," Jack states, "Colim got desperate to pay off his debt and wanted a bigger cut for himself. He pressured you about it, and you gave in at first, thinking that that would be the end of it. But then he pressed you again. And again. Again, and again, and again, until you'd had enough of it and said no. He then threatened to reveal some secret of yours, and you got frightened. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You met him at his house under the pretense of discussing the scheme, consuming a Talky Toffee so as to disguise your voice. You then got into a heated argument with him, waiting patiently for the right time to strike. Once it showed, you quickly grabbed a knife and slashed your brother's throat in one fluid motion, killing him instantly."

Graudy's face reddens, his fists clench, and his eye twitches, but he manages to hold it together. Graudy then scoffs and calls Jack a lousy character assassin, trying to deflect, but Jack continues his verbal attack, pressing Graudy further in order to make him confess. He continues pressing and pressing, pushing Graudy's countenance to the brink, with Graudy barely keeping it together. Finally, Jack accuses Graudy of never having truly loved his brother and only caring about Colim when he could provide something in return; otherwise, he wouldn't have murdered Colim in cold blood. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. Graudy, his mouth morphing into an enraged rictus, swings at Jack, who easily dodges it, and furiously blurts out, "It was an accident, alright?!"

The crowd reels in shocked horror and realization after Graudy's accidental confession, his fellow Bellbitts the most horrified out of them all. Niall has a smug face at being proved right, Malocolm's eyes widen in shock and disgust, and Liam glares at Graudy in righteous anger. Graudy quickly realizes the error he's made and slams his hand against his mouth, breath hitched and eyes wide with horrified fear. After a few seconds of stunned, solemn silence, Jack simply replies that he's grateful Graudy informed him as such. The guards then quickly approach Graudy to arrest him, batons at the ready, with Graudy deciding to make a break for it and running. Jack dives to grab him, but Graudy quickly dodges, with Jack landing unsanctimoniously on the pavement, hurt but not majorly so. As the guards pursue Graudy, Donovan quickly grabs his flask, briefly aims, and hurls it at Graudy. The flask soars through the air and sends Graudy sprawling to the ground, the guards piling onto him in seconds.

As the guards wrestle Graudy into submission, Donovan helps Jack up from the ground and remarks, "You were right about the flasks, Jack." Dusting himself off, Jack jokingly remarks that of course he was right as a guard hands Donovan's flask back to him, thanking him for the assist. Donovan grins, gives a snappy salute, and says it was nothing as the guard returns to help his comrades with Graudy. The speaker of the house, who had been content to remain silent until now, slowly steps forward and calls to Jack and Donovan, who turn to face him.

He then says that, on behalf of all the leprechauns of Auldport, he thanks them for their services and for revealing who truly murdered Colim Pernell before bowing in respect to them. The other leprechauns in the crowds do so as well, some less enthusiastically than others. Looking back up, the speaker gestures to the other three scions and asks Jack if he has any advice on what to do with them. The scions turn to Jack with baited breath, with the entire crowd listening with anticipation. Thinking for a few seconds, Jack simply replies, "Whatever your laws say to do with them."

The scions sigh in relief, with Liam turning to Jack with a respectful look. As some of the city guard drag Graudy away, the rest of the guards move to apprehend the other scions, who offer themselves up willingly.

As Niall is handcuffed, his mother tries to convince or threaten the guards to let Niall go, saying that they can come to some kind of arrangement. Niall firmly tells her to stop, though, startling her. Looking her in the eyes, he tears up a little and quietly states that this is for the better of everyone before he's lead away by the guards, his crying mother falling on her knees while other family members.

Before Malocolm is handcuffed, he kisses his wife on the cheek before turning to his son Ronan. Malocolm tells a confused Ronan that daddy did something wrong and he now has to go in grown-up timeout for a time. Ronan innocently asks Malocolm when his timeout will be over so that they can play again. Malocolm, holding back tears, says that he doesn't know, but once his timeout is done, he'll play with Ronan as quickly as possible, before kissing Ronan on the forehead and saying he loves him. He then lets the guards arrest him, taking one last look at his family as he leaves.

Millicent embraces Liam tightly, tears freely flowing from both, and promises that she'll visit him regularly. Liam says that he expects nothing less of her as they part, letting the guards take him into custody and lead him away. He briefly stops, though, to call out to Jack and Donovan. Once he has their attention, he gruffly, but genuinely, says, "With as much worth as my words have... I apologize for my previous actions toward you. You weren't too bad for outsiders after all." Jack and Donovan respectfully nod to Liam in acknowledgement, Liam nodding back as he's lead away.

The crowd then slowly begins to melt away, with people leaving to get back to their daily activities. However, Millicent remains where she is. A few solemn seconds pass before she slowly walks to Jack and Donovan. Jack gives her a soft, compassionate smile and asks what they can do for her. Millicent, taking in a small gulp, quietly thanks him for helping clear Liam's name. A little confused, Jack softly says that Liam was still arrested, to which Millicent, a soft smile on her face, simply replies, "But not for what he did not commit." She then wishes them a good day and curtsies before walking off into the distance, blending into the now busy square as busy people walk to and fro. A soft smile appears on Jack's face as he watches her leave.

We then cut to a few days later, March 11, at Callan's, as Donovan slams a few coins onto the bar and asks for two of the finest eggnog delights they can offer. The bartender nods and takes the coins, saying that two eggnog delights are coming right up. We then cut back to Donovan as Jack takes a seat beside him. Jack lightly scolds Donovan to not waste his money too quickly, to which Donovan playfully responds that it's a celebratory waste of money. "Besides, I'm paying for you as well," Donovan grinningly remarks. Jack lightly snorts at that, and the two share a short laugh. After that, Donovan asks Jack what they're doing next, to which Jack responds that after that rather difficult case, maybe they should take a short vacation and see some Irish sights while they're still here. He asks Donovan if he has any suggestions, to which Donovan quickly states that Downpatrick has some good landmarks to visit, including the Struell Wells, to which Jack asks if Donovan mentioned that he had family there. Donovan nods and says that he has an aunt and uncle living there as the bartender returns, two tankards of eggnog in hand. Placing them down, he tells the two to enjoy their drinks, and Jack and Donovan thank him as he leaves to serve another customer. Stirring his eggnog with a cinnamon stick, Jack says that it seems like a nice place, to which Donovan replies that it is indeed a lovely town with lovely people. Jack then takes his tankard and raises it toward Donovan, proposing a toast.

"To another case solved," Jack remarks, his smile reaching his eyes.

"To another case solved," Donovan smiles back, raising his tankard as well.

The two friends clink their tankards together, and we cut to black.



Author's Many... Many Notes:

This whole pitch, the actual story and not including the list of characters and such, is 26,398 words long. Yes, I have a problem, how did you know? :V

The first idea for this pitch was something akin to a political intrigue/murder mystery involving Humpty Dumpty and Bluebeard. Crimson and I might return to that idea later on. :)
Graudy Pernell is the killer.
This was originally going to be a much shorter pitch, but Crimson convinced me of the merits of expanding it further.

Auldport is located somewhere on the northern tip of Strangford Lough.

Melodia was just supposed to be a stopgap character, but things went differently, and she became one of my favorite characters in the pitch.

The reason the pitch is set in Ireland is both because Irish mythology is criminally underrepresented besides leprechauns and banshees and because in-quest, I want to bribe Bruce with a movie featuring Ireland. :V

There's a subtle historical reference I made during the pooka's introduction. The pooka refers to "princes, generals, and lord protectors", but there's only ever been one Lord Protector of Ireland in history.
Oliver Cromwell.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this pitch as much as Crimson and I did. :D If you have any feedback or criticism to share, please do so as I'd love to hear your thoughts on this pitch.
 
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Into The Woods
Into The Woods:

The itch to know had long been there, first born out of a desire to know why many of his cousins weren't allowed to visit the home and then again when his mother relayed to him that much of her family was unknown to her, beyond a few first and second cousins who'd kept in contact. But for most of his life that's all it had been- curiosity.

And then he'd been shot.

In many ways it had been, and still was, a wakeup call, something that led him in a thousand and one directions even as he steadily began to hone his impulses to more productive ends [but not before he'd gotten a custom highland green 1970 Ford Mustang Boss 302 Fastback (he was tempted to add an Irish flag to the roof), the entire National Geographic catalog going back to 1888, one beaut of a stallion (he was considering naming Friday), one of Jimi Hendrix's guitars (he actually planned to learn how to play, honest!), and completely filled up their personal library with all sorts of tales after he'd gotten the lumber and built the cherrywood shelves himself], one of which was to track down and hire a reputable (yet discrete) genealogist to compile a full and complete compendium of the family to at least the fourth generation; regardless of what was found, the plan was to create four copies and have them leatherbound to distribute to the family on his parent's anniversary. Every so often he'd receive regular updates from the man, one Reginald Rhys-Cadawallader III (formerly of Cardiff, now of NYC Queens), yet since Tunisia he hadn't heard much from the man, to the point he'd have forgotten if not for the fact he was paying the man.

So it came completely as a surprise when the man arrived at his door with an entire office's worth of documents, letting him know that, short of any genetic testing, he had completed his task to the best of his ability.


After one lengthy six hour presentation on the O'Briens and a fairly strange nap-dream about him following in George and Dave's footsteps after Reginald had left, here he was again looking over his family history, Carrie and Todd a little ways off reading about their own family with Debbie. For the most part, the more recent family history was fairly and uncannily accurate...though he was surprised to see not only confirmation of AmeriGran's adoption but also record of her assumed birth parents [her mother had died shortly after childbirth due to complications, only living long enough to give a set of names and a picture of the father, whom had died previously] that traced her da to County Donegal. He made note of it and continued on with the maternal line, finding all sorts of things he hadn't previously known, such as one line having been made American by way of Australia, one that perhaps traced to a Polish crewmember that'd been aboard the May Flower, evidence he might be distant cousins with Francis P. Duffy, another that had intermarried with a Welsh family that now lived in Galway, and...he'd been second cousins with Sally Flaherty.


In the weeks that passed, Bruce devoured the information that had been presented to him, in the hopes of knowing what had not yet been shared and to prepare. He loved his family, and to know that there had been members that he had already failed to protect- He sighed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, gently strumming the guitar absentmindedly.

He hated this recent spout of feeling real blue, so here he was, about to make a fool of himself with Robin and John in front of Carrie after one band rehearsal, all in the effort to not think about it.


A/N: This ended up being more stream of consciousness than I intended, since it originally was supposed to end with him gifting the Tome for their anniversary and them start talking more indepth about the family, but I forgot when his parent's is supposed to be, so...yeah. Nothing here was really planned except for the genealogy report, of which I've intentionally left mostly incomplete to give Magoose [and other omakers] the opportunity to play around with it.
 
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A Pubknight's Burger
A Pubknight's Burger:

He'd done it on a whim, after ensuring that the girls had the whole weekend to themselves after the Exhibit Opening at a heavily recommended spa, just walked into the airport and walked on the first plane to New York to visit his own ma and da; he'd had to take a seat in commercial, but was fine with that, and even though he'd planed to sleep through the entire flight, he had fun entertaining the kids sitting next to him. Their mother, one Hanna Sokolova, profusely thanked him after waking up, embarrassed at having nodded off not even thirty minutes into the flight (clearly having been overwhelmed by stress of hauling the kiddos around), but he assured her it was alright, wasn't the first time he'd stepped in to help and she'd raised them up well, that Jakob and Vevel were good kids.

She very much appreciated it, so he wasn't bothered all that much by his shoulder being wet.


Bruce showed up and, after seeing that Happy Hour was about to start, threw on an apron and immediately started cooking, slotting in alongside the other guys just fine and welcomed back as an old friend. He'd always felt in his element behind this old grill, even when he wanted to do more, be more, than just another cog in the machine. There was just something about crafting the perfect burger, charring it to perfection and packing an explosion of flavor that helped bring everything into focus, and once he got into it he was in the zone. The grill was sizzling, the toppings were prepped, and one after another there went another burger out to the customers were salivating at the thought of sinking their teeth into one of his tasty delights.

For a while, that's all there was to it, just him and the grill, and it all coming together. But that peace was shattered towards the end of Happy Hour when outside of the kitchen the boisterous chatter of the bar turned into shouting, and the distinct sound of glass shattering- A Tavern Brawl. It hadn't taken a moment for him to leave the kitchen and bear witness the full-blown brawl erupting. Glasses were flying, chairs were being overturned, and fists were flying in every direction.

It wasn't even a question that Bruce dove straight into the fray -

[D100 => 99]/[3D20 => 22]

- by grabbing a chair and breaking on the biggest guy in the fight, taking him out before taking the fight mano y mano to the rest of them personally. Of the twentytwo who were directly involved, only three of them were smart enough to bolt, leaving him and the rest of the cooks [who'd also joined in] to haul the trash out in a fight that honestly took of all of three minutes.

"Agus fan amach!" [And stay out!] he swore at the groaning pile of bodies outside the pub, before going back inside to try and get everything fixed up...at which point his ma and da walked in, having heard the commotion from upstairs.

"What in the world- Bruce‽ When'd you get here?"

"Hey ma, hey da. Mind if I stay the weekend?" he asked cheekily, rubbing the back of his head in response.


A/N: The idea for this was inspired by a scene in 2013's The Crazy Ones, where Robin Williams' character, when feeling overwhelmed, would go back to work at an old diner where he used to work at for inspiration for his work in marketing [most videos have been pulled down by Fox, so no video link], and figured that it would be an interesting quirk for Bruce to have for him to go back to the Pub and work behind the counter every now and then to get some perspective that's somewhere between Ratatouille, The Menu and oh, yeah.

Also, if it wasn't clear, he saw an excuse to fight and used it to vent the last few years out.
 
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Million to One Shot
Million to One Shot

"Sorry Mr. Stallone, but there's absolutely no market for a boxing movie. Come back when you got a musical."

"You've got a promising script, but we cannot accept a film with a mediocre lead for the role. Unless you agree to concede the casting of Rocky, we can't talk further."

"MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Sly thought he had experienced the absolute worst of rejection with his auditions, but now he felt a new form of contempt and disgust when it came to his pitching of Rocky. While Sly would be the first to admit he was no New York Times Bestseller, his best subject in school had always been English with the best stories of his class and he would usually spend his free time in the library researching and honing his skills. Rocky may not have been The Godfather or Some Nights, but it was a pretty damn good story and with his writer friends telling about how the studios were willing to accept ANY script that wasn't outright garbage and give you a million dollars, he felt pretty confident with his chances. Although of course, his "Rocky luck" continued with everyone refusing him.

At least this time there seemed to be some excuses that went beyond them just not liking his look; well they were bullshit excuses and his looks were still a reason, but excuses all the same. Apparently while Hollywood was willing to throw wads of cash at the wall like darts, all of that money was either going to anyone who had a single acting credit or were writing the types of movies they wanted. Sly had no acting experience to his name and was a low-level actor who did pornos and Indies, and boxing movies was not on Hollywood's wish list. The studios wanted gritty crime dramas, cool racing films, artsy fartsy experiments or musicals. Boxing movies didn't sell, hell there weren't any sports movies period, so why should they take a shot at Rocky.

Although, there were a few studios who at least gave him a chance and invited him to discuss terms. Those being United Artists and MGM primarily. However, when Sly gave the condition that he was to be the main star, even promising to work for cheap, they backed out immediately, seeing him as too risky of an investment and being completely unable to draw in crowds. His friends all called him crazy, telling Sly that he was missing out on a great payday and a amazing chance to breakout as a writer, especially since acting was going nowhere. Perhaps he was being stupid, but Sly just knew deep down in his heart that if Rocky got made without him as the title hero, that he would hate himself for the rest of his days.

Then there was one place who would agree to those terms, however it was CBS and they wanted a TV movie. While CBS did seem to be producing quality television nowadays after Lucy came and sacked the old farts, there was no way in hell that Sly was going to downgrade Rocky to become a TV movie. It was too great a story to be limited on the small screen, and the only way Rocky was going to show up in the living room was years after it dominated the box office.

Fortunately after weeks of rejections, there was one studio who hadn't rejected him, but it was also the studio who he didn't want to be rejected by at all, Lucasfilms.

While Sly could have gone to them with Rocky at the start, he kept himself away and tried out his option with the big boys no matter how many horror stories were coming out there nowadays. The reasons were twofold. First, it was an open secret that Lucasfilms was hyperfocused on some ambitious space movie and weren't accepting work on anything else, gambling their entire future on a single film. Second, if Sly got rejected by Lucasfilms, the studio headed by his hero and idol Bruce O'Brian, he didn't know if he could work in Hollywood anymore. Bruce breathed new motivation for Sly's film career thanks to his awesomeness, and if Bruce deemed him unworthy then Sly knew he had no place in town. It was the same reason why he didn't audition for Luke Skywalker for their space film, because if Bruce rejected him for the movie then Sly would have stopped writing Rocky altogether, hell he may not have even wanted to continue boxing.

However, with literally everyone else but the Indies kicking him out the door, Sly had no other choice, and thus he submitted his film to Lucasfilms, praying every passing day since that he wouldn't be rejected. Then, as if God answered his prayers directly, he got a call four days after he submitted with a request to head to Lucasfilms where he'd be meeting with the studio president themselves.

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving that Sly arrived at Lucasfilms, very thankful for his newfound boxing money that he could afford the long bus ride up North. Walking into the halls of Lucasfilms was a bewildering experience. Instead of being greeted with halls of posters, portraits of famous stars or cabinets stuffed with regalia; all he saw as he walked forward were very drab tan painted walls and offices, very spartan. Although, one thing that did give him hope was that no one looked at him with disdain like a flea-ridden stray that needed to be kicked to the curb, and from what little he spied it seemed like a very friendly and decent place.

After waiting about fifteen minutes past the meeting time in a scene that felt eerily similar to Rocky meeting the fight promoter, he was given his chance when a balding man with a strut and fine suit that screamed power and authority came to the office, "Ah, so you must be Sylvester Stallone."

"That's me." Sly said plainly.

"Mike Eisner, Lucasfilms President. Sorry to keep you waiting, been on the phone hassling with some Japanese movie executives, conversations are always pain as hell with the interpreters. Follow me and let's get started." Mike said with Sly dutifully following.

He also noticed a distinctive lack of Bruce or that Director guy. "Aren't we going to wait for Misters O'Brian and Lucas?" Sly asked.

"Bruce is on his honeymoon in Ireland and George is working with our VFX branch around San Francisco. Hope you aren't disappointed with the company." Mike joked as Sly took his seat.

"Oh no it's nothing like that, just curious is all." Sly tried to say casually, sweat starting to pour and panicking on the inside, trying to think of whatever he needed to do to not screw the meeting up.

"Well Mr. Stallone, I've read the script over the holiday weekend, and I have to say I'm really impressed. Very high quality, Oscar worthy even."

"Thank you." Sly said cautiously, not sure if this was a set up to a rug pull or genuine praise.

"While we may just be working on Star Wars, we've received dozens of scripts since the studio was born, and almost all of them have been without a doubt pure garbage, bland copycats who just sketch the greats and color it differently in search for a quick buck. You my friend have a classic in the making, a worthy second film for our catalog and one that fits very well with our founders vision."

"Thank you." Sly said blankly, still in disbelief over what he was hearing, it being the highest amount of praise he's heard so far.

"You have much writing experience Mr. Stallone?"

Sly shook his head honestly, "No, I'm pretty much self taught."

"And it says here that you're a boxer? That where you got inspiration for the script?"

"Yeah, I'm not Bruce or no Ali or nothin, but I've been boxing for little more than a year now. I've done three club fights, two locals, got a five-o record, all heavyweight. Actually got into it after watchin Bruce fight Foster, better than the Rumble in the Jungle in my opinion." Sly said truthfully. While everyone hailed the Rumble as the Greatest of All Time with no possible comparison, to Sly it was more or less what everyone expected between two living legends. But O'Brian vs Foster, the perfect underdog tale and greatest story that could never be replicated.

"Very happy to hear that. Bruce has got a few sports scripts of his own in the works, but he hasn't had any boxing movies so far, and looks like he won't need to write one after today." Mike said.

"So that means...?" Sly asked cautiously.

"We would love to have Rocky join the family."

"And would that also include myself as the starring role?" Sly pushed, the final nail being presented.

"I looked at the film reel you sent, and while a bit rough at times there's a lot of promise and talent, not to mention I received a very strong recommendation from Mr. Winkler. Our core philosophy at Lucasfilms is that our films are art and that the artists shall be given what they need to make their vision. And if the starring role is what it takes then so be it."

"Wait a minute....so my script gets to be turned into a movie, and I get to play Rocky?" Sly said rather dumbfounded, not believing that his dream was finally come true.

Mike nodded, "Yes Mr. Stallone, Rocky shall be a Lucasfilms movie and you shall star as Rocky Balboa."

At those magic words, Sly would have happily prostrated himself and worship the ground Mike walked on, but he settled for showing his generosity with an extremely enthusiastic handshake and rather embarrassing bear hug, crying tears of joy over seeing his movie from being made.

From there he discussed terms, and while Sly was a great novice at the art of the deal, he felt confident he got something decent. A million dollar budget, participation in the selection process for auditions, a cut of the film's gross, and control of the Rocky rights. While there was a bit of downer in that Mike said he needed the final approval of George and Bruce, Sly was simply happy that he finally got his film backed with an actual Hollywood professional showing faith in his work for the first time. While a bit premature, he couldn't help but brag to everyone he knew and call his family back in Washington that he was getting his movie made.

A week and a half later, he was performing the sixth fight of his career. The match was against a rising star on the college scene and previous California Golden Gloves winner, with Sly meant to be practice and a stepping stone to the higher ranks of the Pros. Unfortunately for his opponent, Sly was in the best state of morale in his career, in extremely high spirits with nonstop adrenaline pumping from his dream finally being made. Against an Italian Stallion on top of the world, any man would have a hard time, but even greater for Sly, his opponent was a "Splasher", a rising term within the sport for boxers who were rapidfire punchers who dominated with first round KOs like Bruce. It was a style that Sly had become intimately familiar with through hours of study, and with a body built like the Berlin Wall that brushed any hooks sent his way and great boxing, Sly exhausted his opponent in a war of attrition and in the 5th round following a rope-a-dope, came roaring on the offense and knocked his opponent out for the win.

Performing such a strong and stunning upset after his first five rounds had been nasty slugfests and gaining the roaring ovation of the crowd made the fight one of the best nights in Sly's life. What cemented it was what came after when he marched to the locker room in exhaustion, and was greeted by America's most famous newlyweds, Bruce and Carrie O'Brian!

Apparently the Goose wanted to treat his wife to a nice night out (With Carrie joking that she was happy to watch a match for once without her husband getting pummeled) and wanted to check out the ring performance of the author and star of his studio's second film, singing high praises for both the script and his fighting style. It was rather fortunate that his body was red from the heat and intensity of the fight or else Sly would have been caught blushing like a schoolgirl to receive such high praise from the man who inspired him to box. The trio spoke for a half an hour, with Sly giving his highest compliments for their careers and receiving sage advice for acting in return.

The next day, Sly joined Bruce for lunch at a restaraunt in Chinatown. It was a very surprising venue considering Bruce's reported nine figure net worth, but one Sly was secretly grateful for as he didn't have to rent a fancy suit just to have a meal and could relax with casual and authentic Chinese food.

Bruce continued to impress Sly by conversing with the waiters in fluent Chinese, and after they sat down the owner came out and happily conversed with Bruce, the two having a fun conversation while the monolingual Sly just akwardly passed the time by fiddling with chopsticks. Surprisingly, one of the waiters brought a camera out and Bruce asked if he wouldn't mind a picture of the two being taken, a strong first for Stallone. Still blinking in slight disorientation from the flash and not having any experience with real authentic Chinese food, Sly let Bruce order for the both of them, then finally leaving the two actors alone.

"This place take pictures of all of their guests?" Sly asked.

"It's sort of a favorite hotspot for up and coming actors after Bruce Lee started coming here. Helps bring customers in and makes it a favorite for the LA guidebooks. I told the owner you were an actor starring in one of my studio's upcoming films so he got really excited to add to the collection." Bruce informed.

"Eh...I feel like any value from that picture is gonna come from you." Sly said humbly.

Bruce shook his head, "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Something tells me that polaroid is gonna be worth a million dollars some day because it's got the both of us." Bruce complimented, making Sly's cheeks threaten to turn a rare crimson.

Looking around aimlessly, Sly took stock of the photos on the wall that he just now noticed. There were a fair amount of tv and movie stars, for the most part B-listers and Asians or martial aritsts. One picture of particular note was one right next to their table of a smiling Bruce and Carrie.

"Come here with the Mrs. often?" Sly asked, pointing out the picture to which Bruce smiled.

"Actually we had our first date here, right at this very table in fact." Bruce said, eyes gazing distantly with nostalgia. "Took her to a play of Henry V then we came here, both cause Bruce recommended it to me and I wanted to show off and look like a smart guy with my Chinese." Bruce said to which Sly laughed, "From start to finish I was nervous as hell. Carrie's so beautiful and we had great times hanging out that I wanted to make everything super sweet and romantic, give her the great time that she deserved and prove I was worthy."

"You knew back then that you would marry her?" Sly asked.

"Not at that exact moment, but by the time the date ended, I knew she was someone special that I was blessed to have known and I wanted to build the relationship into something really beautiful. Now I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her."

Sly nodded at that, having some similar feelings towards his wife who supported and loved him through the worst years of his life, even though he probably didn't deserve any of it.

"But anyways, back to the reason we're here. Rocky. I Love It. Really happy we're gonna get this as our followup to Star Wars and from what I've heard of the other studios, I think we got a real shot at some Oscars." Bruce complimented.

"Aw come on, it's not that good." Sly said bashfully.

Bruce rolled his eyes at the statement, "Come on Sly, you're selling yourself way too short. Honestly I think this in the same tier as Some Nights."

"Okay now you're just making fun of me."

"I'm serious. Anyone can make a boxing movie if they want to, but to not only have a story about boxing but also the struggles of a down on his luck everyman with his first shot at fame and glory while also discovering love and going on a journey of self-improvement, it's a really great character piece that's not only got the passion and soul you only see once or twice a year in theaters, but it's a really hopeful and inspiring story, something this country really needs nowadays. Heck, after I was done reading I wanted to run a marathon and go the distance with George Foreman." Bruce said.

"You know...I actually took a lot of inspiration for Rocky from you versus Foster." Sly informed cautiously.

"Really?" Bruce asked to which Sly nodded. "You know, when I was reading the script I could swear I had the strongest feeling of dejavu." Bruce chuckled. "A lot of what was going on in Rocky's mind was kind of what I went through leading up to the fight, although since it ended in split decision I thought it might have been taken from the Rumble."

Sly shook his head, "Nah, both Foreman and Ali are champions, can't exactly cook anything inspiring or relatable than that. In my first draft Rocky was actually a struggling actor like how I am, but I thought it kind of took away from the boxing and split Rocky's passions so I scrapped that in the second and made him a loan collector."

"Well I'm very honored to act as the inspiration for such a great movie. I actually wanted to write my own boxing movie after Foster, but boxing didn't really speak to me on an emotional level like how you were able to write so anything I came up with never went anything beyond the fights. Although, if this is based on me and Foster, I assume that Creed is Foster?"

"Yeah more or less, but I also blended in a lot of other boxing champions like Ali, Sugar Ray, Joe Louis, and Jack Johnson." Sly said.

"Huh, well I guess it works but one thing that bothers me about Creed is how arrogant he is and how he became a bit nasty at the end of the fight. I think it works great for the character, but Bob's a pretty chill guy."

"Really?" Sly asked in shock. "I thought you guys hated each other or something?"

Bruce laughed rather loudly at that, "Nah, that's just a bunch of tabloid garbage. When you're a boxer, everyone tries to make it look like you and your opponent have beef when most of the time it's professional. Bob's a hell of a fighter and he was really happy with how everything went down. We've sent a couple letters and phone calls since then, and you know since he is Creed in some ways, before the film comes out I'll give him a private screening before, try to get a ringing endorsement." Bruce promised, stunning Sly once again with just how nice and generous the Emerald Splash was proving himself to be.

"I'll try to keep that in mind, might edit a few lines. So what was your favorite part about Rocky?" Stallone asked, eager to see what his inspiration liked the most.

"Rocky and Adrian." Bruce answered without a doubt.

Sly's jaw dropped at that, as he personally felt that it was the weakest part of the film since it didn't follow traditional movie romance and Sly himself wasn't a Casanova or super romantic. "You serious?"

Bruce nodded confidently, "It honestly reminds me a lot about me and Carrie, not that we're the exact same mind you but there's a lot of similar spirit and I was constantly rooting for the two from start to finish. Gotta say when I went in I didn't expect to find a love story in a boxing film, but I was very pleasantly surprised."

"That's actually what I was going for! Get the viewers sucked in with the boxing and then keep them hooked with Rocky's journey with him and Adrian being the heart of the movie." Sly said excitedly, happy that Bruce got the purpose of the film. In his first couple of drafts, he really struggled with the emotional beats and Rocky's hero's journey because he felt Rocky didn't have any good motivations to improve and it was an aimless memoir about a boxing match. When Sly created Adrian, everything started coming together with Adrian acting as the catalyst for Rocky's transformation as a good man and fueling his drive to fight and prove himself to the world.

"Honestly I feel like I gotta start taking romance classes from ya, cause Rocky's kind of how I want to be with Carrie and she started swooning when she got to the date scene." Bruce said, continuing to astound Sly with the information that the writer of Some Nights was so moved by his work. "So long as you got the right actress and decent chemistry with her, I think this can be one of the best love stories in film. By the end I couldn't help but cry when they were together in the ring, honestly that's exactly how I felt at the end with Foster, all I wanted was to have Carrie by my side, but unfortunately she was in LA at the time."

Sly chuckled, remembering Bruce's sincere declaration of love for Carrie in the post-fight interview, something which helped spark the creative juices for Rocky and Adrian.

"And the boxing, was that good enough for a championship title?" Sly asked nervously.

"Yeah, I think it works." Bruce said. Sly was a bit apprehensive at the lack of flowing praise, to which Bruce noticed and elaborated, "The blocking can be a bit lacking in descriptions in a few places, and I think Creed needs a firm distinctive style of fighting to compliment Rocky's punching bag routine, but the overall emotional moments and core of the fight is a strong foundation. Wouldn't mind working with you and whoever becomes Creed for the choreography."

"It'd be a real honor." Sly said.

A week later, and Sylvester Stallone would return to Lucasfilms, signing on the dotted line and making him an official part of the family. After so many years of struggle, he finally got his shot at Hollywood. Now all that was left was to go the distance.
 
A Pubknight's Prayer:
A Pubknight's Prayer:

For the most part, they'd done a few covers at a couple of bars throughout the LA area, slowly building up a following around The Highwaymen [though he was sure 90% of the audience knew them as "the Jean Suits"], but it wasn't until tonight, in the Del Monte Speakeasy, that they were going to debut their first original song "Blinding Lights" that was a disco-inspired rock song were excited to see how it would turn out. It was twenty minutes into their set that they'd whipped out the song, holding out just long enough to read the room - [D100 => 88] - and watching them slowly energize as the audience found their footing; in all honesty, Bruce kinda tunnel visioned hard when he started the duet with Carrie [man, were her brütal vocal lessons paying off tonight], and just sorta vibing to the sound that he, John, Robin and a visiting Mark Kelly [he'd met the bloke while pubcrawling in England during Star Wars' production]. His guitar playing could - [D100 => 94] - honestly use a little work, but it was worth it though, to just have fun with Carrie and the Boys.

~I've been tryna call
I've been on my own for long enough

Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I'm going through withdrawals
You don't even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby


I look around and
Sin City's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh)
I can't see clearly when you're gone



Almost a weak later, early Thanksgiving morning, found him back behind the burner as he worked tirelessly with Carrie to help their local soup kitchen prepare the days meals, making sure they had something to eat that morning; after their successful performance on Saturday, Bruce and Carrie had felt a need to give back after having been so blessed, so they'd put on their aprons and joined the other volunteers in the shelter's kitchen. They chopped vegetables, cooked turkeys, baked pies, made burgers, the works, until they were exhausted. But they were grateful for the opportunity to make a difference in their community.

When it was time to serve breakfast, they put on their gloves and plates in hand, began serving food to the homeless. As they served meals, Bruce and Carrie listened to the stories of those less fortunate than them. They heard struggles of addiction, job loss, and family conflicts. But they also heard about hope, resilience, and a desire for a better life; Bruce felt something shift slightly, feeling things being brought into perspective, and as they wrapped up their morning volunteering, Bruce and Carrie were touched by the impact their simple act of volunteering made on their community.

But overall, they both found the experience humbling, leaving Bruce to head to noon mass where he venerated Saint Benoît-Joseph Labre, patron saint of the homeless, asking for a spot of God's guidance.

Saint Benoît Joseph Labre, vous avez renoncé à l'honneur, à l'argent et à la maison par amour de Jésus. Aide-nous à fixer nos cœurs sur Jésus et non sur les choses de ce monde. Tu vivais dans l'obscurité parmi les pauvres de la rue. Permets-nous de voir Jésus dans nos pauvres frères et sœurs et de ne pas juger sur les apparences. Fais-nous comprendre qu'en les aidant, nous aidons Jésus. Montrez-nous comment vous lier d'amitié avec eux et ne pas les ignorer. Saint Benoît Joseph Labre, vous aviez un grand amour pour la prière. Obtenez-nous la grâce de la prière persévérante, en particulier l'adoration de Jésus dans le Très Saint Sacrement. Saint Benoît Joseph Labre, pauvre aux yeux des hommes mais riche aux yeux de Dieu, priez pour nous. A- et si vous pouviez faire attention à Sœur Brigid du Queens, que j'ai connue dans la vie sous le nom de Sally Flaherty et ma sœur sous tous ses noms, j'apprécierais beaucoup cela. Merci. Amen.


A/N: Wanted a scene of Bruce having fun, before delving into heavier topics and the hope that, on his off time, Bruce ends up doing more volunteer work on the side so that it can help him heal a little.

St. Benoît Joseph Labre, you gave up honor, money and home for love of Jesus. Help us to set our hearts on Jesus and not on the things of this world. You lived in obscurity among the poor in the streets. Enable us to see Jesus in our poor brothers and sisters and not judge by appearances. Make us realize that in helping them we are helping Jesus. Show us how to befriend them and not pass them by. St. Benedict Joseph Labre, you had a great love for prayer. Obtain for us the grace of persevering prayer, especially adoration of Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament. St. Benedict Joseph Labre, poor in the eyes of men but rich in the eyes of God, pray for us. A- and if you could watch out for Sister Brigid of Queens, who I knew in life as Sally Flaherty and my sister in all but name, I'd very much appreciate that. Thank you. Amen.
 
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A Warm Welcome
A Warm Welcome


Ever since he'd first arrived in Hollywood, Paul Schrader had learned to expect a lot of things from life: greedy executives, stupid executives, ignorant executives, jerk executives, at least one problem with production, shenanigans ala Bruce O'Brian, and etcetrta. Sufficed to say, Paul considered himself to be a man not easily fazed.

"Welcome to the LucasFilms family, Paul! Name's Felix Graves. Come on, I'll show you around the place."

Yet, as Paul's enthusiastic new companion gave him an impromptu tour around his new workplace, he'd found himself surprised by decent human kindness. As much as LucasFilms stood as a bastion of virtue among the Hollywood studios to the people, mostly due to Bruce O'Brian being one of its founding members, Paul hadn't expected to be this warmly welcomed by its employees. You could safely say that his previous encounters within Hollywood had made him a little cynical about people.

"And what goes on in those offices?"

"Oh! That's where the editing is done after we complete our movies. Well, movie, technically, since we've only finished production on you-know-what."

As the two continued to tour the premises, Paul began to grow a little less interested in the building itself and a little more in talking with Felix, whose spastic, genuine enthusiasm began to rub off of him. Soon enough, they were enthusiastically discussing character writing and their favorite villains of cinema history.

They talked and talked for almost an hour until they reached the break room, where a few people were chatting as they ate and drank.

"Ike! Ike, come meet Paul here."

Felix excitedly waved his friend over from the coffee machine, who good-naturedly sighed as he walked over to them, steaming coffee in hand.

"Paul, I want you to meet my good friend Isaac Cullen, though all his friends call him Ike. Ike, this is Paul Schrader, one of LucasFilms' newest screenwriters."

"Pleasure to meet you, Paul." Isaac smiled and shook Paul's hand. "Hope Felix's enthusiasm hasn't scared you off just yet."

"Ike!"

Paul snorted at Felix's indignant yelp and shook his head. "Nah, it's all good. Felix has been a real help getting situated, actually."

After that statement, Felix turned to Isaac with a smug smile, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly, before turning back to Paul.

"Say, Paul, did the Emerald Splash talk about anything special?"

There was something a little... off in Felix's eyes, but Paul shrugged the feeling off and simply replied, "He said that management was planning to create a writer's room."

Paul felt that this was something that wouldn't be a secret for too long, and he was talking to fellow LucasFilms employees, so it wasn't like he was commiting corporate espionage. Besides, Felix was too genuine to be a spy even if he wanted to be one.

Felix's mouth morphed into a full cheshire grin, and his face lit up as if he had struck gold. Paul shrank a little, feeling as if he'd made some kind of mistake.

"Really? Now that's fascinating."

"Felix, you're scaring him."

"Oh, shoot, sorry about that, Paul." Felix gave Paul an apologetic look.

"N-no problem, Felix."

"Great to hear! Now, you see, Ike and I are big idea guys-"

"You're the big idea guy, I'm the one who grounds you." Isaac deadpanned.

"-and we have big plans right now. Big plans for a franchise that'll revolutionize the future of fantasy cinema and elevate it above the eleventh film about Dracula or Frankenstein's monster."

"Now that I agree with."

"And to do that, I'd like to enlist your help in getting those ideas to the writing room. We already have a pitch and script complete."

"...I'm listening." Paul leaned forward, his eyebrow quirked with interest.

"The pitch is called Devil's Hour: Dead Man's Gold. Let me just grab it from my desk, then we can start discussing it and our plans for the future."


Author's Note:

Omake for the Omake Gods!
 
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