Locke & Key: Episode One

[Colin Locke]

The camera follows a man as he walks through the hallways of a beaten up, fairly industrial-looking building. He's wearing fairly beaten up casual wear, jogging bottoms with old paint stains, a ripped, faded T shirt that probably once had a mildly impressive brand name on it, and a pair of work boots, which hit the floor with a mighty 'clomp' with each step. The man, Colin Locke, is rubbing his hands together, and lets out an excited giggle, before turning his head towards the camera and beckoning for it to follow him as he breaks into a something that's not quite a jog, but a little more pacey than a walk.

 

Colin Locke: Put your skates on, kid, we've not got all day! Gotta show you this.

 

He soon stops at a door, and turns to the camera.

 

Colin Locke: Alright, we're here. Good afternoon ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between! My name's Colin Locke, and welcome to a new, exciting, and not at all derivative show I call Locke and Key! Over my life I've been a locksmith, a clockmith, and that's pretty much all the jobs I can have with this surname, and I am here today to show you something exciting in this abandoned storage unit.

 

Colin takes a key out of his pocket, and removes the padlock, talking as he does.

 

Colin Locke: Right, while I'm opening this up, people, remember, you can tweet me at @LockeandKey to guess what you think is in there, you've got about 10 seconds because opening a door doesn't take long, so hopefully you've got a really good internet connection.

 

The door swings open with an almighty creak, and Colin enters the lot, turning the lights on. The lights create an impressive show, with multicoloured, spinning spotlights flying across a deceptively large room, dramatic trumpet music playing as the camera pans over to the a podium in the centre of the room. Colin walks up to it, winking at the camera as he takes a piece of paper from the podium.

 

Colin Locke: You guys are gonna love it, I know it, HA HA!

 

With an overdone, Matt Berry style laugh, Colin grabs the piece of paper and waves it at the camera, excitedly.

 

Colin Locke: IT'S AN OCW CONTRACT! Can you believe it, boys and girls? An OCW contract. Now, I don't know a bloody thing about this wrestling business, other than people are paid way too much money to throw other people around. Looks like I've got a few gym sessions to do... But still! Contract. Now, I think that this was meant for someone else, if you look closely...

 

The camera zooms in on the contract. You can see that a name has been scribbled out and replaced with COLIN LOCKE, and at the bottom of the contract, Colin has already signed it.

 

Colin Locke: But, as we always say on this show, finders keepers! OCW, I'll be coming to get paid for throwing people around and opening up storage units near you, it's gonna be fantastic. Everyone who's been watching, we've got some new lots coming up, maybe some will help me on my journey to become a wrestler, maybe some will be worth something, and maybe you can join in on the fun if you can tweet me in ten seconds with no warning whatsoever. Until next time, storage fans, keep it under Locke and Key, I'll see you very soon.

 

The camera pans away as Colin waves, contract still in hand, the words LOCKE & KEY appearing on the screen in an ornate, loopy font, before the scene fades to black.

[El Parca]

Excellent first promo friend!

[Mr.Sensation]

The camera follows a man as he walks through the hallways of a beaten up, fairly industrial-looking building. He's wearing fairly beaten up casual wear, jogging bottoms with old paint stains, a ripped, faded T shirt that probably once had a mildly impressive brand name on it, and a pair of work boots, which hit the floor with a mighty 'clomp' with each step. The man, Colin Locke, is rubbing his hands together, and lets out an excited giggle, before turning his head towards the camera and beckoning for it to follow him as he breaks into a something that's not quite a jog, but a little more pacey than a walk.

 

Colin Locke: Put your skates on, kid, we've not got all day! Gotta show you this.

 

He soon stops at a door, and turns to the camera.

 

Colin Locke: Alright, we're here. Good afternoon ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between! My name's Colin Locke, and welcome to a new, exciting, and not at all derivative show I call Locke and Key! Over my life I've been a locksmith, a clockmith, and that's pretty much all the jobs I can have with this surname, and I am here today to show you something exciting in this abandoned storage unit.

 

Colin takes a key out of his pocket, and removes the padlock, talking as he does.

 

Colin Locke: Right, while I'm opening this up, people, remember, you can tweet me at @LockeandKey to guess what you think is in there, you've got about 10 seconds because opening a door doesn't take long, so hopefully you've got a really good internet connection.

 

The door swings open with an almighty creak, and Colin enters the lot, turning the lights on. The lights create an impressive show, with multicoloured, spinning spotlights flying across a deceptively large room, dramatic trumpet music playing as the camera pans over to the a podium in the centre of the room. Colin walks up to it, winking at the camera as he takes a piece of paper from the podium.

 

Colin Locke: You guys are gonna love it, I know it, HA HA!

 

With an overdone, Matt Berry style laugh, Colin grabs the piece of paper and waves it at the camera, excitedly.

 

Colin Locke: IT'S AN OCW CONTRACT! Can you believe it, boys and girls? An OCW contract. Now, I don't know a bloody thing about this wrestling business, other than people are paid way too much money to throw other people around. Looks like I've got a few gym sessions to do... But still! Contract. Now, I think that this was meant for someone else, if you look closely...

 

The camera zooms in on the contract. You can see that a name has been scribbled out and replaced with COLIN LOCKE, and at the bottom of the contract, Colin has already signed it.

 

Colin Locke: But, as we always say on this show, finders keepers! OCW, I'll be coming to get paid for throwing people around and opening up storage units near you, it's gonna be fantastic. Everyone who's been watching, we've got some new lots coming up, maybe some will help me on my journey to become a wrestler, maybe some will be worth something, and maybe you can join in on the fun if you can tweet me in ten seconds with no warning whatsoever. Until next time, storage fans, keep it under Locke and Key, I'll see you very soon.

 

The camera pans away as Colin waves, contract still in hand, the words LOCKE & KEY appearing on the screen in an ornate, loopy font, before the scene fades to black.

 

 

[Wrex]

I’ll teach you how to run the ropes for 50 bucks and some prescription pain killers.

[Rust Cohle]

I’ll teach you how to run the ropes for 50 bucks and some prescription pain killers.

 

Wrex stop that. We already talked about it. No rookies are allowed near you. You stop it.

[Wrex]

Wrex stop that. We already talked about it. No rookies are allowed near you. You stop it.

 

Let me teach!