Marvel One-Shot: All Hail the King

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My name is Jackson Norris.

Today will be the most important

of my career.

My final interview with

the most infamous prisoner in America.

A man that the world thought was

a terrorist called the Mandarin.

But is now alleged to be nothing

but an actor.

Thus far, the subject has been evasive

and apparently oblivious

to the point of my work.

In fact, he seems oblivious

to pretty much everything.

Except his own growing celebrity.

Here he comes.

Here he comes.

Because now

the whole world knows his name.

Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!

This is my last chance to get

beyond his lies and excuses,

to confront the subject

with elements of his own past

in order to unlock the truth.

Because we need to know,

once and for all,

who is Trevor Slattery?

Bloody hell.

It's not exactly The Ritz, is it?

Hey, stop right there.

- Hey!

Come on, Mr. Slattery,

you know you supposed to wait for me.

Lunchtime ain't safe around here

for a celebrity like yourself.

So, Herman, with whom

shall we lunch today?

Serial killers? Nonces?

I hear the Triads are a good giggle.

Now remember, sir,

you have that 3:
00 with Mr. Norris.

If only my mother could see me

in my very own documentary.

I still think you should've done

that exclusive with 60 Minutes.

I told you. I'll never work for CBS again.

Wait. Herman, where's my choccy milk?

I'm so sorry, sir. I'll be right back.

And while you're there can you see

if they've got any kale?

I'm On it.

Oh!

Bollocks.

You ruined myjumpsuit, b*tch.

Chill.

You know what I want right now?

Autograph?

I want to give the world exactly

what it's been crying out for.

Your dead body laid out

on a goddamn slab.

Hey, cracker.

What's up?

Oh, it's the fan base.

Kiss my rings, b*tch.

You're not the Mandarin, Slattery.

You're not even a real criminal.

Au contraire, Dave.

When an actor has inhabited a role

as long as I have, he often becomes it,

and it him.

Uh... Mr. Slattery?

Me and the boys was just wondering

if you could do, uh...

Do the voice.

Fletcher, it's not something

I can just turn on.

I'm not your meat puppet.

Oh, very well.

And you'll never see me coming.

- Oh!

You see? I told you.

I told you he was gonna do it. I told you.

Thank you.

- I had chills!

-No, no. I thank you.

- I had chills, man!

- And I thank you.

Oh! My choccy milk.

Ready when you are.

Vocal warm-ups.

Old habit from my stage work.

I can't imagine, starting out,

you'd ever thought

you'd end up in some place like this.

Yeah, not bad, eh?

That whole "rolling on people" thing

gets you the VIP treatment.

It looks like you're living comfortably.

There are things that I miss.

Ketamine, obviously.

And the birds.

But you know,

you make do in that department.

I mean, we've all been to drama school,

have we not?

You know what I'm saying?

Okay, look, Trevor,

this is our last day. Okay?

- Last day?

- Yes, finally.

And we've covered a lot of the logistics.

Your recruitment by Aldrich Killian,

the creation of an amalgam warlord

by his think tank...

Whom I brought to life. Carry on.

The one question that

most people ask me

when I tell them that I know you is that,

"How could he have not known

what was going on?"

- Three little words.

- Hmm?

"Lovely. Drugs."

Okay.

To bring this film to a close,

I'd like to know more about

the man behind the mask.

The real Trevor Slattery.

You know, with all the Internet gossip

and tabloid exposs,

not much is known

about you personally.

Well, I think that an actor does better

to keep a shred of mystery,

otherwise, you know, it can color

the audience's perception.

What have you got there?

I found this in the vaults of

an English newspaper

called The Liverpool Echo.

That's you and your mother, right?

Yeah, it is.

October 12th, 1964.

That was the day I landed my first role.

Boatswain 1, Shakespeare's Tempest.

Obviously, I told her it was the lead.

I always was a bloody great liar.

So, I assume the two of you were close.

She was everything to me.

She passed in 1986,

but you weren't there when she died.

No, I wasn't. I was here in America

for my big break.

And this would be the TV pilot

for the CBS network.

Caged Heat. Wonderful piece,

about avenging

Russian police cop with anger issues

let loose on Los Angeles.

I wish I had a copy.

I wish I had copy.

Actually, Trevor, I managed to find

some footage of that as well.

Oh, oh, oh.

Handsome lad. Handsome lad.

Yeah, it's compelling.

Sean Connery made a pass at me once.

Everyone on the set

called him "Mr. Connery."

He called me "Trev."

"You're very talented, Trev."

That's fascinating.

Was that a monkey drinking vodka?

Yes. Yes! And still those knobs

at the network didn't pick it up.

- I think it was too sophisticated for them.

- Hmm.

That was the break that broke me.

Well, right there.

You seem to typify your life

as a series of missed opportunities,

but yet, you don't tend to take

responsibility for many of them.

My responsibility is to my muse.

I'm an actor, love,

-not a bloody rocket surgeon.

- Hmm.

But, possibly, your portrayal

has angered some people.

I mean, some whom

are very dangerous.

You don't have to tell me, mate.

I've seen those bloody

Internet message boards.

Vicious.

I'm not talking about

the message boards.

- I'm talking about the Ten Rings.

- Come again?

The terrorist group historically

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