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.
INMATE: Here he comes. Here he comes.
JACKSON: Because now the whole world knows his name.
INMATES: (CHANTING) Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!
JACKSON: 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.
-(GRUNTS) Hey! -(CLATTERING)
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.
HERMAN: 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?
HERMAN: I'm on it.
Oh!
Bollocks.
You ruined my jumpsuit, bitch.
Chill.
You know what I want right now?
Autograph? (GRUNTS)
(TRAY CLATTERING)
I want to give the world exactly what it's been crying out for.
Your dead body laid out on a goddamn slab.
HERMAN: Hey, cracker.
What's up?
(INMATES MUTTERING EXCITEDLY)
Oh, it's the fan base.
(INMATES MUTTERING EXCITEDLY)
Kiss my rings, bitch.
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.
(INMATES CHUCKLE)
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. (CLICKS TONGUE)
Oh, very well.
(COUGHS)
(IN GRUFF VOICE) And you'll never see me coming.
-(ALL LAUGHING EXCITEDLY) -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.
-FLETCHER: I had chills, man! -And I thank you.
Oh! My choccy milk.
(BEEPS)
Ready when you are.
(TREVOR VOCALIZING)
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.
(CLEARS THROAT)
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 exposés,
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,
(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) about avenging Russian police cop with anger issues
let loose on Los Angeles.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) I wish I had a copy.
(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) I wish I had copy.
Actually, Trevor, I managed to find some footage of that as well.
Oh, oh, oh.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Handsome lad. Handsome lad.
Yeah, it's compelling.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Sean Connery made a pass at me once.
Everyone on the set called him "Mr. Connery."
He called me "Trev."
(IMITATING SEAN CONNERY) "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 associated with the Mandarin.
Officially they're dormant, but evidence suggests
that they're becoming more active.
What, the Ten Rings? Are they real?
It's well documented.
That is so cool.
Trevor, you told me that when you got this role
that you'd researched it thoroughly.
Yeah, but when an actor tells you he's "done the research,"
it means he's switched on his computer,
Googled his own name and had a quick wank.
So, you mean to tell me
that you don't know the history of the Mandarin himself.
He was a warrior-king.
Inspired generations of men through the Middle Ages,
perhaps even further back in time.
Blah, blah, blah. Who bloody cares, mate?
It's a show people want and I gave them a good one.
It's not the Mandarin they'll remember.
It's the name, "Trevor Slattery." It's the brand. "Trev."
You're right.
And for that sin, you will soon suffer horribly
with a hole in your body for every ring of our faith.
(CHUCKLING) So... Sorry. What?
You heard me.
(GROANS)
Oh! Get up, big lad. Get up.
(GRUNTING)
(HERMAN GROANS)
You.
You killed my butler.
JACKSON: You're not capable of pulling that trigger, Mr. Slattery.
I'm an out of work actor, love.
You have no idea what I'm capable of.
And, thanks to the CBS network, I'm pretty good with a handgun.
Oh...
Consider this a lesson in what's real
and what's not.
Why do people keep pointing guns at my head?
Please. I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
Target acquired and in position. Extraction unit, mobilize.
I'm not the one that's going to kill you, Mr. Slattery.
I'm here to break you out.
-That's nice. -(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
-(GUNS FIRING OUTSIDE) -Not really.
You see, there's somebody who wants to meet you.
-(DISTANT CLAMORING) -Do I know him?
No, but you took his name.
And now he wants it back.
Oh...
(CHUCKLES) No. Sorry. I still don't get it.
Uh... Mr. Slattery?
Me and the boys was just wondering if you could, uh...
Do the voice.
JUSTIN: Jackass.
Whatever.
Where have you been? I wrote a book in the time you were gone.
(IN GRUFF VOICE) And you'll never see me coming.
JUSTIN: Look at this guy. What is so special about him?
I mean, I had an army of robots. What's he got?
He's got some dumb accent.
His name's Trevor. What is that?
It's like if bin Laden and Benny Hill had a baby.
JUSTIN: Then I got to wake up and look at this chick?
"Pepper Potts stirs up stuff."
"Look at me."
Some second-rate, jumped up, Amazon secretary.
Tony and I... (STAMMERING) Tony's cool.
Tony and I, we have an understanding. We're brothers in arms, you know.
Literally. We were both arms dealers.
We're both good-looking. We both have nice hair.
We both have boats.
I used to have a boat.
Well, anyway...
Not here, baby. Not here.