Panel 1:
Standard angle of Mr. Dickey at the front of the class.
| Dickey: Angel, if your conversation with Byron is so important, perhaps you’d like to share with the rest of the class?
| Angel (off-panel): SURE!
Panel 2:
Pulled back a bit from our standard angle, showing more of the students. We can see Angel’s desk, his empty chair. He’s only just stood up a moment ago so he’s only a few steps away.
But he’s confidently walking through the aisles of students, hands behind his back. He’s compassionate—his eyes meeting his fellow classmates’ eyes, with a look on his face of truly caring about them and about their plight: “I am like you,” he says with his eyes, “and I am sorry for what has happened to you; you do not deserve your suffering.” In short: he’s the most charismatic, hypnotizing politician ever.
We can see his classmates’ faces: and they are captivated by him.
| Angel: My fellow citizens: I, like you, have been a-climatized to recognizing Professor Dickey as an authority figure. But why? What could he actually do to us if we declared now and forever to be recess?
Panel 3:
Angel continues walking through the aisles (having left his own empty chair far behind; it’s not in this shot).
But whereas in Panel 2, he was confident, subdued, caring, with his hands behind his back, now he’s passionate, thunderous, with his fist to the sky in a defiant call to arms.
| Dickey (off-panel) Okay, Angel, that’s enough—
| Angel (walking through the aisles of students): You see?! He is afraid of us! Our obedience is merely a habit, my friends! But no longer! Sing it with me!
Panel 4:
Back to the standard shot of Dickey in front of the blackboard.
His face is in his hand in despair.
| Kids (chanting) (off-panel): Revolution! Revolution! Revolution! Revolution!
| Dickey: Not again…
