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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 3	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(The Marine Security Tent. It's more busy than usual. Every screen has a tech operating it and two more techs leaning over his/her shoulder making helpful suggestions of which screen to activate and which button to push. Adams walks in with Brown on his elbow. Perez breaks off talking with two techs to face him.)

Adams: What's going on, Major?

Perez: Sir, Excelsior lost tracking on Janet and Vertag about two hours ago. We haven't been able to contact or locate either of them since.

Brown: Did you try-?

Perez: Yes. Whatever it was, if it's possible for us to do it, we tried it. Fleet even sent down a couple of jets for overflights. No sightings, no signals, nothing.

Adams: Always amazed that we can lose something as big as Vertag.

Brown: Actually, sir, it's his scale compared to his surroundings that's the problem. It would be exactly as hard to find Janet in Charleston as it is�(Adams glares, Brown slows to a stop and shuts up)

Adams: Aaaaanyway, do we know if Crane made that meeting with the guy from the Directorate?

Perez: It's past the scheduled time, but we have no idea.

Brown: Sir?

Adams: Another lecture?

Brown: No, sir. But his speech? He said that someone was spying on him, maybe from inside the Exchange. What if we tried to find the other SID agents? Maybe one of them is following Vertag and can tell us where they are?

Perez: (To the tech mob) Call up the other SID agents!

(Fade out, fade in, same spot, Perez has a clipboard with the giants' names. Calls off the last few)

Perez: Tettskin?

Tech1: Visual sighting from Tower #3, walking around the perimeter.

Perez: Stogga?

Tech2: Sitting in the Lobby, the SOG sees him.

Perez: Gulldo?

Tech3: Tower #21 sees him in the sentry station.

Perez: Churrech?

Tech4: Just called the office to talk about the perimeter watchbill. Traced the call to his apartment.

Perez: Damn. Sir, that's everyone. None of the giants seem to be tailing Vertag.

Adams: Dang. Good idea, though, Brown.

Brown: Sir, that's not everyone at the Exchange. Lessala's not an SID agent.

Perez: That's right! And she has a transponder. Call iup-

Tech2: Already got it. Her car's out front, but the giant herself� (taps her screen. A red dot is moving around a map of the city.) She's moving around in an alley downtown.

Brown: And it's an hour after her lunch.

Adams: So she's likely following Vertag and/or Janet.

Perez: Well, if she's watching over them, I feel a lot better.

Brown: Really.

(Cut to the alley. It's empty, lots of trash. Lessala stumbles in from offscreen, fetches up against a wall, braces herself..)

Vertag: (running into view behind her, fists raised) You should have put that on your resume.

Lessala: (touches lip, glances at blood on her hand) What's that?

Vertag: Can't take a punch! (Punches at her. She ducks, comes up behind his swing and lays one across his face.)

Lessala: Then yours should say, 'swings like a signal flare!'

Vertag: Oh, yeah, you're bleeding because I telegraph my punches. (raises fist to swing)

(Somewhere offscreen, there is a muffled explosion)

Vertag: That was Janet's grenade launcher. (They freeze and stare at each other)

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Lessala: (hand to her ear, eyes on Vertag) Janet? Janet, are you okay?

Vertag: Um�that's not going to work. I turned off all her electronics.

Lessala: All of them?

Vertag: Yeah.

Lessala: So she can't call for help?

Vertag: Sure she can! (another explosion sounds) See?

Lessala: Okay. Sounds like she's inside the print shop. There's a loading door back here (nods down the alley)

Vertag: Um�your gun's under those pallets. (points)

Lessala: Yours is in that puddle.

(They split up, regain their weapons and rush to the door. Lessala starts to aim at the lock)

Lessala: Actually, you-

Vertag: Have the larger caliber. Move. (She ducks to the side, he blows the lock. She kicks the door in, they enter)

(Inside there is a large but empty printer's shop. Print machines, draft tables, paper stocks. The giants step into the gloomy space.)

Lessala: Janet? Where is she?

Vertag: (points to one side) Probably near the fires.

(Shelves holding reams of paper, some of the stock is aflame.)

Lessala: That would be in character. (they spread out a bit and move quickly to the fires) What was she shooting at?

Vertag: I don't see a janitor. (grabs fire extinguisher, moves to the flames. The room starts to get smoky.)

Lessala: Janet? JANET! (something cracks under her foot. She moves it to see a spent grenade shell casing, smoke still drifting from it. She kneels down. There is a rack of paper stocks, the bottom of the rack is four (giant) inches off the ground. She drops to look underneath. Janet is crouching in the center of the space under the rack) Hey, Janet!

Janet: Lessala! Is�is Vertag out there?

Lessala: Yeah! Come on out, let�s get out of here.

Janet: I'll wait for Vertag.

Lessala: Okay. (Lifts her head. The fire is bigger, Vertag discards his extinguisher and gets another) He's going to be a while.

Janet: Did you kill him?

Lessala: What? No! Vertag! Tell Janet you're still alive.

Vertag: Busy!

Lessala: See? He's alive. He's busy. Now come out here, before the building burns down.

Janet: I can't.

Lessala: (groans) Okay. Hey, what were you shooting at?

Janet: Rats.

Lessala: Vertag, you see rats over there?

Vertag: I see mice. One. Half of one mouse.

Lessala: She says it looked like a rat.

Janet: It was a rat!

Vertag: (drops extinguisher, looks around for another) Whatever. Tell her we need to get out of here. Now.

Lessala: She won't trust me.

Vertag: What? Why not? Oh! Wait. (checks watch) JANET! THE HOUR IS UP! (finds another extinguisher, starts backing towards the rack Lessala and Janet are at, keeping the flames away)

Lessala: What hour?

Janet: What did he say?

Lessala: The hour's up?

Janet: Great! (takes off the emitter, slings it across the floor away from Lessala, aims her grenade launcher)

Lessala: Janet, WAIT! (Janet fires, then scampers towards Lessala. Boom, concussion pushes her clear. Lessala scoops her up)

Vertag: (backed as far as Lessala's hand) Can we go?

Lessala: I guess.

Janet: (coughs)

(Cut to the alley, Lessala staggers out o f the smoke-filled doorway, cuts to one side. Vertag covers their rear, drops the extinguisher. He bends over coughing. Lessala grabs him by the arm, they help each other along the alley)

(As they reach the street, they hear sirens approaching. Vertag looks up and down the street, Lessala points to a coffee shop. They stagger inside and plop into a booth.)

Lessala: (Starts to put Janet down on the table. Vertag grabs a handful of paper napkins to make a cushion) You okay, Janet?

Janet: (Hackity hackity) Let go of me!

Vertag: She's fine. (signals waitress)

Janet: She tried to kill us!

Lessala: Who did?

Vertag: I think she's saying you did. (Waitress brings two glasses of ice water.) And one of the lunch specials to go, please. (she nods and departs. The soot and blood on her patrons doesn't seem to bother her at all.)

Lessala: I never!

Vertag: Nope.

Janet: What? She was going to shoot you!

Lessala: Yeah.

Vertag: Yeah.

Janet: Oh, God. (climbs to her feet and leans on one of the glasses. Vertag lifts her until she can cup some water in her hands and sip)

Lessala: What's this about trying to kill you two, though?

Janet: You were going to shoot him to get what you wanted. (Vertag puts her down, she stands between the giants and crosses her arms)

Vertag: Ah. Janet, you've got it all wrong. If Lessala was trying to kill me, I'd be dead.

Lessala: I should think so!

Vertag: She was just trying to get some intel. She WAS willing to shoot me, in order to get that intel, but shooting me wasn't her primary goal.

Janet: (stares up at Vertag in confusion) What's the difference?

Lessala: He's alive, for one. And so are you.

(Outside, some firemen run up to attach a hose to a hydrant outside the window. Janet flinches guiltily, but the giants hardly notice)

Vertag: Oh, you'd never hurt her.

Lessala: Not without orders.

Vertag: Exactly. And since the intel is gone-

Lessala: Destroyed by the Earthling.

Vertag: -then the mission's over. And it's not her fault she didn't succeed.

Janet: (face in palms) What is wrong with you people?

Lessala: (to Vertag) I guess she's not used to professionals?

Vertag: I guess.

Janet: Aaaaaargh!

(Waitress brings a paper sack over. Vertag pays her, picks up Janet and stands)

Vertag: Where's your car?

Lessala: I came by, uh, bus. My car's back at the office.

Vertag: Come on, I'll give you a ride.

Janet: What the hell?! Everything's back to normal? You're not mad at her?

Lessala: Really Janet, you're taking this WAY to personally. (stands and opens the door, they leave)

Vertag: Yeah. I thought she'd be angry about me turning off her transponder, not you aiming-

Janet: What?!

Lessala: You can do that? Cute trick.

Vertag: I have a few.

Janet: You're why I can't call the garrison?

Vertag: And, why you couldn't record the meeting. And why the Fleet can't tell where the meeting took place. Or how I got there without being followed.

Janet: You might have told me!

Vertag: If I told you too soon, Perez would have found another way to spy on the meeting, one that might have worked. (They reach his parked car. He opens the door for Lessala, then gets in to drive. Paper sack goes on the seat between them) And telling you too late�what would the point be?

Janet: I really hate this planet.

Lessala: (sniffs) Hey, can I have your fries?

Vertag: (Pulling into traffic) No, you can't have my fries! You tried to kill me today. (He smiles)(Lessala smiles back and opens the bag)

Lessala: Janet, do you want a fry?

Janet: Leave me alone.

Vertag: Right. Let's just get you back to Dr. Roth as soon as possible.

Janet: If you don't mind. (she rubs her hip where the emitter rested)

Lessala: Well, if certain people wouldn't set buildings on fire and blow themselves up, they wouldn't need medical attention.

(The car recedes into the distance)

(Cut to the Chief in his rail car headquarters)

Chief: Go!

1 (voice): Chief, this is number one! We found Vertag!

Chief: Skilful detective work, or did he just stop trying to hide?

1 (voice): He, uh, just drove past thirty one. In his car. With number three.

Chief: Three found him? Why hasn't she reported that?

1 (voice): She's probably maintaining her cover.

Chief: Okay. Have people watching to see if she tries to get some sort of signal out to us. (he turns off the radio and picks up a paper folder)

(Cut to one of the Chief's workers. He stands in front of the door to Dr. Aksarra's vet clinic, looks around, then slips inside.)

(Dr. Aksarra sits behind the counter. Looks up as the door opens)

Aksarra: Can I help�oh. (looks around the empty room guiltily)

Number 23: Real quick. We may have an opportunity.

Aksarra: For what?

Number 23: The Earthlings are getting First Nation's cure for skirries.

Aksarra: A cure? I didn't know there was a cure for skirrries.

Number 23: Well, there is. And the Earthlings are going to buy it.

Aksarra: What does that have to do with me?

Number 23: It'll be administered in the Exchange. So they're going to want someone to run the medical part. Someone with medical training, experience with Earthlings.

Aksarra: Someone they already trust.

Number 23: Exactly. If the Directorate leaves it up to them, they may approach you.

Aksarra: And I'll be looking for a chance to get this cure?

Number 23: Yes. The Chief thinks this is very important.

Aksarra: Alright. What does it-

Number 23: I have to go! (back out the door, scans the street and runs off)

Aksarra: �look like?

(Cut to SID headquarters. Dordell enters his office, followed by three suited SID agents (not the minions he assigned Vertag)).

Dordell: Okay, the Director and his plane got out of Second Nation without anyone being the wiser. (sits behind his desk)

Agent1: Are you sure, sir?

Dordell: Of course I'm sure. I handled the details myself.

Agent2: Very good, sir.

Agent3: What do we do now, sir?

Dordell: We need to step up the surveillance on Vertag.

Agent1: He's going to notice.

Dordell: Can't be helped. But from what I heard of his morning lecture, he's not going to be able to identify the nature of the extra scrutiny. Not completely. Or at least not trace it back to me. I mean, us.

Agent1: Should we rotate some of his security force out? Put some new people in?

Agent3: That'll tell him exactly who he can't trust.

Agent1: Of course. But if we just get some random people out of the office, they don't have to be actual surveillance.

Dordell: Just as distracters, so the real effort goes unnoticed. (Agent1 nods) I like it. Get, uh, five people out of the Political section. They need to be placed somewhere for a rest, anyway, make sure their loyalties haven't shifted. (Agent1 departs)

Agent3: Sir? Maybe we should just rotate Vertag? Give his loyalties a chance to reset?

Dordell: No. The Earthlings won't trust whoever replaces him.

Agent2: Should we worry about what the Earthlings feel about our liaison?

Dordell: Until we wring them for everything they're worth, yes.

Agent2: Oh. Of course, sir. Brilliant point.

Dordell: It is, isn't it?

(Cut to the front of the Exchange. The four minions are standing on the steps. They all look at each other.)

Minion 4: So? Anyone notice anything disinformational today?

Minion 1: That's not a word.

Minion 3: Least of his problems.

Minion 2: Really.

Minion 1: Well, I assume that since you're asking, you noticed something.

Minion 4: Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

Minion 1: Oh, don't start that again.

Minion 3: I noticed something.

Minion 4: Was it the same something?

Minion 2: How in the world could he know?

Minion 4: (nods to the curb) Was it that Lessala's car is here, but Lessala isn't?

Minion 3: Sort of. I noticed she got onto the bus during her lunch break.

Minion 4: So she didn't go to lunch with us. She never goes to lunch with us.

Minion 3: But she's been gone for three hours, now.

Minion 4: The question is, is she supposed to be gone?

Minion 2: The question is, does Vertag want us to tell him that his girlfriend is sneaking around?

Minion 3: I'd want to know.

Minion 1: You just want a girlfriend.

Minion 3: Yes.

Minion 4: Look, if Vertag's really putting disinformation out, we're going to have to pool our information to survive.

Minion 1: That only works to benefit a spy.

Minion 2: You want us to help you sort through any lies that Vertag tells us? What's to prevent you from just making stuff up to further confuse us?

Minion 3: Maybe this is what Vertag wants him to do? To test us?

Minion 4: Guys, I just thought� Well, never mind. I can see, now, that we just can't trust each other to know our politics.

Minion 3: Why do you think it's political?

Minion 1: Yeah?

Minion 2: Yeah?

(Minion 4's response is interrupted when Vertag parks in front of the Exchange. He and Lessala get out. The Minions view their cuts, bruises, blood on their faces and clothes, soot stains)

Minion 4: Hey, Boss! Where have you two been all afternoon?

Vertag: Picnic.

Minion 1: Um�Great. Looks like you two had�

Minion 3: Fun.

Minion 2: Yeah. A lot of fun.

(Vertag and Lessala move past them. Lessala smiles directly at each man. They flinch. Vertag holds the door, she giggles and goes inside.)

Minion 4: Fun. I'm not� I'm not sure I want to know what those two consider to be fun.

Minion 1: Eh. You know she's out of your league anyway, right?

Minion 3: Yep.

(In the conference room from Episode 2-20, the receptionist is straightening the chairs and picking up the odd coffee cup. She talks as she goes)

Millious: �and three reports that she was unable to complete her mission.

Chief: (voice from speaker) Well, it was a longshot anyway. Was she compromised?

Millious: She says that she wasn't.

Chief: (voice) Probably wasn't, then. If she had hemmed and hawed, or offered qualifiers, I'd be worried.

Millious: I agree. (she finishes in the conference room and steps through a door. There is a small passageway. She puts the coffee mugs by a sink in an alcove and grabs a paper sack. She walks down the hallway, still having the conversation)

Chief: (voice) Any idea what the secrecy was about?

Millious: According to thirteen, Director Tolag was in town.

Chief: (voice) What the hell did he want?

Millious: Don't know. But thirteen gets the distinct impression that he's not happy with Vertag.

Chief: (voice) Alright. That can only work in our favor.

Millious: Again, I agree. (she steps through another door. She's in a room with a huge table taking up most of the space. Two chairs are beside the table, a toy train runs on tracks that circle the table. She turns off the power transformer and the train slows to a stop beside the chair she sits down in)

Chief: (human sized, climbing down from one of the toy cars) What's for dinner, Millious?

Millious: Your favorite.

Chief: Tacos and Dos Equis?

Millious: Hardly. (pulls out a large sandwich and unwraps it) Take what you want. (removes a bottle of some dark fluid and opens it)

Chief: Never mind Earth technology. You'd think we could import some decent beer. (Fade out)

(fade in at the human Medical tent, a calm, composed Janet sits on an exam table. A nurse gives her something to drink. Roth comes in)

Roth: I don't know if it's good news or not. But you have the same chemical elements in your blood that we found in young Andy's. I can't say for sure that you ingested the giants' cancer cure, but I also can't say for sure that you didn't.

Janet: Okay. And�?

Roth: I can't find any signs of radiation being applied to you. (raises a hand before she can say anything) Which doesn't mean that you weren't irradiated. Just that if they did, it wasn't something that ionized anything inside you.

Janet: Great. So I can confidently tell the committee that this Tolag may or may not have proven that their security measures for the cure are worth risking.

Roth: Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.

Janet: Alright. So, I can go?

Roth: I'd appreciate it if you didn't leave the Exchange for a couple of hours, if you don't mind?

Janet: That's fine. (stands and walks out)

(out in the 'street' between tents, Styles runs up and gives Janet a hug)

Styles: Oh, Janet, are you okay?

Janet: I'm fine, Styles.

Styles: What happened to you? I heard you got irradiated-

Janet: (waves away that issue, tears start to well up in her eyes) He�he called me Smith.

Styles: Vertag? Did Lessala hit him hard enough to scramble his brains?

Janet: No, not Vertag. The Director! The Directorate Director!

Styles: (confused) Ooookay. Should you have worn your really big nametag?

Janet: No, no, that's not it. He was shocked to see me!

Styles: Surely he knew he was meeting a human?

Janet: (Pauses, clenches her fists, breathes deep. Styles waits patiently, concern on her face.) When the Director saw my face, he looked surprised. Then, a little later, he called me by my sister's married name.

Styles: You have a sister?

Janet: Yes. A twin sister. Who went missing on a suborbital flight.

Styles: And he acted like you were-

Janet: Just like Jamie.

Styles: But First Nation says they handed over all their humans.

Janet: I know. (miserable expression, tears start to flow)

Styles: Oh, honey� (gives her another hug)

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