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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 1	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vertag’s office. He works on his desk. Peterson steps from elevator, nods to the SOG, walks to the edge of the fenced-in area.
Peterson: (nervous) Agent Vertag.
Vertag: Um…Captain…
Peterson: Peterson. (more nervous as the giant looks directly at him)
Vertag: Yes! Captain Peterson. What can I do for you?
Peterson: Sir, the Colonel was wondering about targets for the shooting range.
Vertag: Gosh, I’d have to break into Dordell’s car for any-
Peterson: No, sir. He was thinking more about mannequins.
Vertag: Oh! Yeah, that’s right. I keep meaning to get something. I know right what we need. (opens desk drawer, pulls out the Earthling Holster) Ready to go?
Peterson: Um, me? Now? Sir?
Vertag: Yeah. I’ve got nothing on my schedule, it’s across town and down the highway. Just need you to tell me if it meets the Colonel’s needs. Don’t want to make two trips.
Peterson: Me? Now?
Vertag: Well, if I give you five minutes to get ready, you’ll probably find a way to shoot your foot by then.
Peterson: Aheh. Ha. Heh-heh.
Vertag: (Puts the holster down next to the edge of the desk.) Come on, jump in.
Peterson: Sir, I should tell the Colonel…
Vertag: The Sergeant can do that, right? (SOG gives a thumbs-up) Come on. He’s going to tell everyone you’re afraid of a pocket.
Peterson: I… I… (Vertag finally picks him up and drops him in place)
Vertag: Time’s up. (stands, exits. Passes Lessala’s desk) Lessala, I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Maybe three. Probably most of the day.
Lessala: Yes, sir. Hours, sir. See you at closing. (he leaves, she shakes her head) Oh, I hate to see him like this. (fade out)
(Fade in, hours later. Lessala sits at her desk, obviously bored)
Lessala: (phone rings) SID, Exchange office, we- Yes, sir. No, sir. Not at the- Emergency? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. (hangs up phone, stares at the door. Then stares at the clock.) Crap. (walks into Vertag’s office and leans down over the SOG) Hey! You. Who are you again?
SOG: The Sergeant of the Guard.
Lessala: Sarjantovthgard. I love Earthling names. Hey, I need someone to come with me. Some one with technical know-how. It’s for the Exchange.
SOG: The Agent said…
Lessala: It’s an emergency! Call your officer, Sarjan! We have to go now! (turns to Vertag’s desk and starts sifting through the drawers. The SOG picks up his phone)
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Brown: (coming out of elevator) What’s the emergency? (SOG points) What…?
Lessala: (Leaning down over them) Who are you?
Brown: (braking to a halt under her close scrutiny) Ub, muh, whuh… I’m Captain Brown.
Lessala: Are you technically know-howed?
Brown: I, I guess so. I think.
Lessala: (stands, unclips an Earthling holster from a pocket on her blouse, holds it down to Brown) Then get in. There’s an emergency.
Brown: Um…(looks to SOG who shrugs slightly) Ooookay. (Swings into Holster. She clips it in place. He looks back and forth at the breasts surrounding him)
Lessala: Comfy?
Brown: It’s perfectly wonderful.
Lessala: Thanks. Okay, we have to go.
(Lessala’s car is much smaller than Vertag’s, rather decrepit. She gets in, unclips the Holster and places it in a cupholder. The car won’t start. After a few tries, she opens the glovebox, takes out a mallet, and gets out to open the hood. Brown sees that there are four guns in the glovebox. Two small (for a giant) pistols, one large automatic and a ray-gun looking thing. )
Lessala: (slamming the hood and getting back in) NOW! Start! (car starts, she replaces the mallet and shuts the glove) And we’re off.
Brown: Where are we going?
(View is from Brown’s POV, looking up at Lessala for the conversation. Lessala talks with one or both hands, which makes for an interesting driving experience. We don’t see other traffic except when her eyes widen or screw shut every so often or she has to jerk the wheel, all without a pause in the conversation.)
Lessala:   The Central Criminal Crimefighting Computer Complex.
Brown: Batman?
Lessala: What?
Brown: Sorry. Just… Never mind.
Lessala: Stop that. Okay, the Directorate has this computer system that connects legal authorities in all the nations they influence.
Brown: We’ve heard something like that.
Lessala: Yeah. One of the first things they’ve done since the Exchange started is upgrade the system.
Brown: Yeah. Yeah. (nods his head in recognition. Then gets thrown around the Holster as she swerves around something) Whoa!
Lessala: What?
Brown: Could you maybe not do that?
Lessala: You’re the one that keeps interrupting!
Brown: I’m terribly sorry, Miss Lessala.
Lessala: Okay. I forgive you. (smiles down, looks up in time to swerve again) Now, the upgrades have been making the system more efficient. Searches are quicker, the profiles are more extensive, the warrants better written.
Brown: A wonderful step forward for the rule of Giant law. (snorts)
Lessala: Yeah, it really was (completely missing the sarcasm)
Brown: So, what’s the emergency?
Lessala: Sabotage. The Coastal City installation is going down.
Brown: Um, take it from me, computers go down all the time. My dad used to tell me about the Blue Screen of-
Lessala: No, not a glitch. The system is destroying itself.
Brown: Like I said, we used to-
Lessala: NO! This is systematic. It’s erasing critical files that are connected to the resistance, or the rebellion, and all references to Earthlings.
Brown: So why is this our emergency? Not tech support?
Lessala: The first thing anyone thinks of when the resistance comes up is Earthling Terrorists. (she parks, picks up the Holster and gets out of the car with Brown in her hand) If this is Earthlings that are out in the wild, that’s going to be bad.
Brown: Yes, but we can’t really be held responsible-
Lessala: Or, this is some sabotage in the technology exchange from Earth (bounces up a flight of steps into an official-looking building)
Brown: (Looking nauseous as he holds tightly to the rail on the Holster) Aaaaah, I s-s-s-see. Thi-is-is could b-b-b-be (she clears the steps and rushes through the door) a deal-breaker.
Lessala: Exactly. The Commissioner wants this investigated. You need to prove that it’s not caused by Earthlings. Any Earthlings.
Brown: I’ll try to find out who has caused it, but if it’s human-
Lessala: (Stops in the hallway outside of a door, holds Brown up to her face and speaks low) I said, you need to prove that it’s not caused by Earthlings. Or the whole program is at risk.
Brown: Oh. Yes. Well, I’ll do my best.
Lessala: It had better be enough. (enters door. A room with several computer stations has about three people per station. Commissioner Jackala turns to see Lessala, looks behind her.)
Jackala: Where’s your boss, Lessala?
Lessala: About halfway down the highway.
Jackala: Dammit, we need him and some of those Earthlings.
Brown: Like me?
Jackala: (Focuses on Brown) Oh. You any good with computers?
Brown: I can make them do everything but stand on tip-toe.
Jackala: They do that?
Lessala:   Ignore him, Commissioner. Earthlings don’t always mean what they say.
Brown: We mean it, it just doesn’t mean what you think it means.
Lessala:   See?
Jackala: Yeah, okay. Can you find out what’s wrong with the computing system?
Brown: Yes, I think so. Where can I…? (Jackala points, Lessala carries him over to a keyboard. She sits, he starts trying to key some commands.
Lessala:   Just tell me what to type.
Brown: Oh. Okay. (View from behind Brown, looking up at the screen. He stands between her hands, spelling out directions. She touch-types as quickly as he can spell. After a moment.) That’s wrong. Man, that’s all messed up. Okay! (spins around) I know…
(New view, he’s face to face with Lessala’s cleavage.)
Brown: Duh…
Jackala: Brilliant.
Lessala:   Hey! Give the guy a break! (buttons blouse to the top) Yes?
Brown: Um. It’s an attack. An external one. Your node-identification protocols need to be better laid out. It lets any foreign ISP-
Jackala: Can you fix it?
Brown: Sure. (Pulls out a hand-held) In fact, I think…( Keys some buttons. A data field becomes visible on his screen) I could probably…(Data field goes away. New text appears)
Text: WHO R U?
Brown: Hmmm.
Jackala: What?
Lessala:   Give him a sec.
Brown: Gimmee a sec. (Looks up at Lessala, she winks) (He nods and types on his own PDA)
Brown (text): I THE TEK GUY.
Text: WHERE U LERN TEK?
Brown (text): MIT.
Text: MICHIGAN INST OF TEK?
Brown (text): U R TSTING ME
Jackala: Are we making any headway, here? Do we know if this is an Earthling problem or local dissidents?
Brown: I can fix this. I just need to get to the source. Where’s the server? (Jackala beckons to a technician. He starts to reach for Brown, pauses. Lessala scoops Brown up in cupped hands, follows Tech.)
(view from inside a big piece of electronics. A panel drops away and Brown crawls inside. Scoots as far from the panel as possible, pushes a button on his PDA)
Brown(whispers): Are you voice capable?
Voice (male): Yes. Are you?
Brown(whispers): Are you being a sphincter on purpose?
Voice: Maybe. When did you go to Michigan?
Brown(whispers): It’s Massachusetts. And about eight years ago.
Voice: Who was president when you were sophomore?
Brown: Debbie Schwartzcoff. What about you?
Voice: I was never president.
Brown: Where did you learn about ISP security enhancement protocols?
Voice: University of Alabama. Six years ago.
Brown: Okay.
Voice: What? No comment about redneck tech?
Brown: Are we done proving that we’re humans?
Voice: Yeah. What are you doing, reinforcing their firewall?
Brown: The giants think this is a human terrorist attack.
Voice: Well, duh.
Brown: You can’t do that! They’ll think humans can’t be trusted!
Voice: Well, we can’t trust the giants! The giants shouldn’t trust us!
Brown: Dude, the only way we can get all the humans off the giant planet is to cooperate. Now, we’re not exactly forming an alliance, but they have to believe they can trust the tech we’re giving them.
Voice: But the security is a sieve! Why wouldn’t Earth do that if it wasn’t so we could take advantage!?
Brown: I can’t speak to the policy from Earth, but I can tell you, we have to play this straight.
Voice: Do you know what the giants do to humans?
Brown: I’ve been in or near over a hundred exit interviews.
Voice: So?
Brown: So their evilness has nothing to do with our souls. But our integrity is directly involved in getting humans out of- (fade)
(Out in the tech room, Lessala edges slowly away from the server. Techs check computer screens, Jackala checks his watch. Lessala ducks into an office off the main room)
Brown: Hang on, I have to make them think I’m working in here. (makes an adjustment on his handheld.)
(out in the tech room, some screens show a change in data)
Tech1: Look! He’s recovered the main files.
Tech2: And the number of active nodes has dropped.
Jackala: Is that good?
Tech1: Half the nodes that we were reporting were unauthorized.
Jackala: So it’s getting better?
Lessala: (appearing at the Commissioner’s elbow) Seems to be. Guess I pulled the right Earthling out of the pile, huh?
(in the case)
Voice: Look, the only way this makes sense is if we’re giving them technology in a way that makes it easier for us to fight them once the humans are sent back to Earth.
Brown: No. No, I don’t think so. We can’t possibly win a war against the giants. We have to stay on their good side.
Voice: If the giants were sure of that, they wouldn’t be cooperating with Earth.
Brown: Well, we can certainly hurt them. But war is concluded by occupation. Can you imagine occupying a giant city? A town? An apartment building?
Voice: Hmmm. Maybe not.
Brown: Okay. I have to go. You’re not going to have access. And once Fleet sends down a user manual, no one’s going to, except who the Directorate allows.
Voice: Go. Fine. Back to your giantess keeper.
Brown:   Goodbye. Hey, where are you? Can you make it to the compound? (silence)
Lessala: Brown? The lights are all green out here, are you done?
Brown: Yeah…(puts away his PDA, walks out)
(Outside, Lessala picks up Brown, lowers him back into the Holster)
Lessala: Well, all’s well that ends well.
Jackala: So? Was it Earthling attack?
Brown: No, no, no. It was an error. The security system was identifying valid nodes by their ISP and by their security node protocol.
Tech2: Their what?
Brown: I’ll have the Fleet send down a software patch. It’ll fix all the computers, this’ll never happen again.
Jackala: It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
Brown: What can I say? Somewhere between us giving you the plans, and you building the stuff, an error showed up. Happens.
Lessala: It happens.
Tech2: It certainly does.
Jackala: Fine. Okay, thank you. (Lessala turns to go, walks swiftly to the door. Jackala picks up a phone, dials one number) Sir? It’s all fixed. No, sir. No Earthlings, except for the one that fixed it.
Lessala: (exits the room, picks up speed as she moves towards the door) Good job, Captain. Problem dealt with and no interstellar war. Today. Which is all we can hope for, really, on a daily basis.
Brown: (thoughtful) Huh. How did he know you were a giant-ESS?
Lessala: (not listening) Now, all we have to do is get out of here alive.
Brown: Huh? What?
Lessala: That attack. It wasn’t humans. It was a 2^nd Nation attack on a 1^st Nation system. Throwing the yoke of the oppressors off and all that.
Brown: But…
Lessala: (opens door, sees her car. A man in a suit leans against the side of it) Oh, crap. Alternate plan. (closes the door, puts a hand over Brown, runs towards a staircase)
Brown: Wait, aren’t you 2^nd Nation!
Lessala: Yes. Fighting the good fight to STOP international wars. And interstellar ones, just for consistency (runs down the stairs into the basement).
Brown: But the person I talked to…that was a human!
Lessala: A human working for the giants, probably.
Brown: That doesn’t make any sense!
Lessala: Neither did the guy that shot Janet! (through the doors at the bottom, runs down a dim hallway.)
Brown: So what do we do?
Lessala: Live through the night, call your Fleet, make sure that this problem never happens again, live to deal with the next one. (finds a door marked ‘Janitor.’ Opens it, enters, closes the door and leans against it)
Brown: I… I can send the information up to the Fleet right now.
Lessala: (whispers) Do it! (listens at the door)
Brown: (texting) Humans… working… with… rebels.. penetrated…
(outside, the man from the car walks slowly down the hallway. He has a gun out.)
(Vertag enters reception, already talking.)
Vertag: Lessala, can you move the truck up to the gate while I open…Lessala? (checks his office, peeks in a small bathroom off of Reception. Stands with hands on hips) Man, the boss leaves and it’s Kitty for the Yarn, huh?
(this would be a cruel place to put a commercial break, wouldn’t it?)
(When we come back…)
Lessala: (whispers) We’re only going to have one chance.
Brown: We? You hit him high, then throw me at him?
Lessala: (whispers) We’ll call that Plan C.
Brown: Wait! What is he after? You? Me?
Lessala: Both of us, probably. But certainly you.
Brown: I have an idea.
(Man in the hall hears something clunk. Walks quickly to the janitor closet. Opens it to find Lessala kneeling over the drain in the floor, her back to the door)
Lessala: …and transmit that information up to the Earthlings when you get there!
Man: Hey! Get him back here!
Lessala: (turns to face Man. Shock on face) Run, Brown!
Man: (raises gun to point at Lessala) Tell him to get back here or I’ll shoot you!
Lessala: Tell him yourself! (Man takes another step in, Brown swings from above on the pull cord for the light. As he gets right next to the giant’s face, shoots one eye with his pistol. Giant slaps one hand on his eye, growls, points gun at the dangling Marine. Lessala shouts and rams him in the gut with a broom handle. Proceeds to beat the crap out of him. Then stands and plucks Brown from his precarious dangle and drops him safely in the Holster.)
Brown: Can I go home, now?
Lessala: We both can. (picks up Man’s gun) Hopefully, we get there before Vertag misses me.
(Vertag has parked a truck in the compound next to the end building.   Humans watch from a distance as he grunts and strains to pull something the size of a coffin out of the back. Two more objects are in the back of the truth, along with an oil drum. One object has already been unloaded and leans against the building)
Vertag: I’m going to kill her. (grunts and heaves) (fade out)
(fade in, Vertag drags a vaguely human (giant) form across the floor of the shooting range. He tips it upright to stand in a line with three others. Stops to take a breath, then addresses Adams, standing in a corner with a few men)
Vertag: Okay. Four target drones. Solid telanium cores, covered with rubber. So your weapons will poke holes in them, but never actually destroy them. I can come in and repair them as necessary.
Adams: Very good, sir. Really appreciate it. Um, what’s the oil drum for?
Vertag: Oh, something I came across. May come in useful someday.
Adams: And speaking of possibly useful, where is my Captain?
(out in the compound, Vertag opens the passenger door and pulls out a small cardboard box.   Peterson lays in the bottom, eyes screwed shut and very pale)
Vertag: Seems he gets pocket-sick.
Adams: Captain Peterson! Get out of there. (gestures, two Marines run in and stand him up)
Peterson: I don’t know how she does it, sir. (belches. The Marines step back)
Adams: Take him to his tent.
Peterson: (being helped away) There was this pot hole…it was the size of Providence!
Vertag: Okay, keep everyone clear while I exit. Then I gotta take this truck back and get my car. Then wonder where my secretary is…
(Lessala drives while Brown rests in the cupholder)
Brown: So, there’s a human/2^nd Nation conspiracy against the human/1^st Nation cooperation, targeting Directorate equipment issued for international law enforcement.
Lessala: Yeah, typical day (swerves violently).
Brown: And where do you stand?
Lessala: What do you mean?
Brown: How do you feel about… (gestures vaguely) Everything?
Lessala: Oh, there’s no profit in going down that road. We have a system. It’ been imposed upon us, but it’s what we have. There are opportunities for change, but that has to be carefully evaluated.
Brown: You sound like Vertag.
Lessala: Huh. Or maybe he just sounds like me. (turns to smile down at Brown) Thanks for your help today. Whatever you may feel about our various governments, at least you kept us from open warfare, or maybe an Earthling witch hunt.
Brown: ROAD!   (Lessala turns eyes back to road, winces, slews the steering wheel to the side)
(In reception, Vertag eases into his chair, turns to the SOG)
Vertag: Any idea where my secretary is? (sound from outside, squealing brakes, some horns, muffled profanity) Ah. Never mind. Can’t wait to hear where she’s been all day.
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