Friday, May 3, 2013
The Mandarin - One Man's Revolution... - J.D. Coughlan
SET-UP: Germany, 1942. A younger Mandarin, just starting out on his road to world domination, has sought out the Red Skull with ideas of an alliance.
Panel 1: One of those mountain retreats the Nazis loved. The Mandarin and Red Skull sit on the veranda, talking casually, taking in the scenery, drinks on a small table between them. There are a couple of Nazi guards, nothing too intimidating. The Skull is, of course, in full mask and uniform. The Mandarin is dressed formally with subtle Chinese influences.
MANDARIN: I am afraid, Mr. Schmidt, that I have concluded an alliance between us would be impossible.
SKULL: Nonsense! You have power and influence I can use. And, aside from your Oriental heritage, we are quite similar.
Panel 2: Close on the Mandarin. He remains calm, as if talking to someone beneath him.
MANDARIN: No. No, we are not.
MANDARIN: You desire conquest. Dominion. I seek change, for the better.
Panel 3: Close on Red Skull. He glares angrily.
SKULL: One man's revolution is another man's hostile takeover.
Panel 4: The Mandarin, still calm, rises to leave. Red Skull gestures to the guards, who start to move towards Mandarin.
MANDARIN: Regardless of semantics, I shall take my leave...
SKULL: I don't think so, Mandarin.
Panel 5: The guards block Mandarin's exit. Red Skull stands up behind him, smug. The Mandarin remains calm.
MANDARIN: Mr. Schmidt, I realise that in western literature, we "Orientals" are often portrayed with a flair for the over-dramatic, but rest assured that I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say...
Panel 6: Close on the Mandarin's clenched fist. His rings are glowing.
MANDARIN (O.P.): ...you will let me leave.
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