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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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(Reception. Lessala at her desk. An alarm goes off. She picks up the clock, stops the sound. Opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a pillow. She fluffs it a bit, then works to shove all the stuffing into one end. When it’s ready, she stands, moves into Vertag’s office. He’s counting money into stacks and making notes on a clipboard. He doesn’t look up when she walks in.)
Lessala: Have you seen her yet?
Vertag: Seen who?
Lessala: (hits him on the head with the pillow) Have you seen her yet?
Vertag: I wasn’t planning to. Never check on the pet until the vet says whether he has to put them down.
Lessala: (hits him on the head with the pillow) Have you seen her yet?
Vertag: No. No, I haven’t. She doesn’t need visitors that spend the entire visit saying ‘I told you so.’
Lessala: (Lifts the pillow, but considers, then doesn’t strike him) Men. (goes back to her desk, puts the pillow in the drawer and begins to wind the clock).
(Cut to a dark office building. A dark figure runs down a cluttered hallway. At the end of the hallway behind him, someone runs around the corner and starts shooting. The dark figure staggers but keeps on running. He ducks into an office, picks up a folding chair and throws it through the window. Before he can get out, a pursuer appears at the door and fires. The figure falls out the window.)
(From outside, we see the figure fall two stories, landing in an alley. Two police cars brake to a stop in the alley. Three cops rush into the building, one takes a knee by the fallen figure. We see that it’s Dordell. The camera pans to a sewer drain in the alley curb.   Sonya looks horrified at the sight of the SID agent, ducks down the drain.)
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(Reception, Lessala at her desk.   Commissioner Jackala enters the front door)
Lessala: Hello, Commissioner.
Jackala: Good day. I need to see your boss.
Lessala: He’s right through there. (Jackala enters Vertag’s office and sits down)
Jackala: You know what I like about crime?
Vertag: (glances at watch) Job security?
Jackala: It’s predictable. You have a city of 4000 people, there’s a certain rate of crime. Murders in summer, thefts in spring. Every city the Directorate controls has the same rate. You can’t predict a given victim, but you can be sure that throughout the Warmtime, there will be a certain number of crimes.
Vertag: I haven’t really noticed that.
Jackala: You care about only certain crimes. Someone gets killed by terrorists, you’re all over it. Some gets knifed in a poker game, you don’t notice.
Vertag: True. (glances at watch) You have a reason to come by and discuss the state of the social order?
Jackala: I’ve just noticed that my statistics have gone to crap since you came to town. (Vertag gets very still). I mean, I’ve got a guy killed with invisible and/or frozen bullets, a man whose shoulder blade blew up inside him right before his car blew up, a crime lord stuffed into a paper shredder, another one who apparently fell of his desk and broke his neck, and a known political hack who tripped and fell in a janitor’s closet, accidentally beating himself to death with a broom handle.
(Inside the monitoring tent, Perez turns to a technician)
Perez: We got anything on that paper shredder case?
Tech1: No, Major.
(Vertag’s office)
Vertag: And this is not normal for Coastal City?
Jackala: Let’s just say, it reminds me pretty forcefully of your last tenure in my jurisdiction.
Vertag: Commissioner, if you’re warning me about-
Jackala: No, Agent, I’m just venting. See, I have another case, just got it early this morning. A man was shot, ran through an abandoned office building, got shot again, fell through a window and broke several bones landing in an alley. He is in critical care.
Vertag: He’s alive, then? Not a murder case?
Jackala: Not murder. Just intended. (examines his fingernails) The complication is that he’s an SID agent.
Vertag: What?
Jackala: Your boss. Senior Agent Dordell is under police protection at Coastal Hospital. Four gunshot wounds, several broken bones, and a complete absence of a personality.
Vertag: (Distracted) That’s a pre-existing condition.
Jackala: Known that for four years. Anyway, (stands) our treaty with 1^st Nation says that we have to turn over SID assaults to SID for investigation. (makes hand brushing gestures) That’s you, this is yours. (turns to door) I’ll keep a man on him, for his safety.
Vertag: Appreciate it, Jackala.
Jackala: Well, you’ve got your hands full investigating the attack. Later. (leaves)
Vertag: (to SOG) I need to know where the Colonel is. (alarm sounds) Lessala…
(SOG speaks into a phone)
Lessala: (pokes head in) I swear, I wasn’t going to.
Vertag: So you heard. (she nods) Okay. The office is closed for a week. I need you to come in, at least once a day, see if the Earthlings need anything.
Lessala: A week?
Vertag: If I can’t solve this in eight days, then they’ll send a more senior agent to investigate. (Lessala grimaces)
Lessala: Are you going to say goodbye to her?
Vertag: What? I’m not crossing the border. I’ll still be living here. There’s no goodbye to say.
Lessala: (steps fully into the office) Look, you CAN see her. I can’t. I worry about her and I can’t go into where she is-
Vertag: (checking his weapon) Actually, you can.
Lessala: What?
Vertag: Dordell got you cleared for the inner compound. It was a secret. I think he wants to impress you, to get into your skirt. You don’t have the combination to the door or the gates, but you can be escorted-
Lessala: When were you going to tell me?
Vertag: Did you hear me say secret? (she glares) Well, not while that pillow remained in one piece…
(In the compound outside of the Human Building, Adams and his staff meet with Vertag. A raised platform puts them on nearly face-to-face basis as long as the Agent sits on the ground)
Vertag: I have to spend some time investigating an attempt on Dordell’s life.
Adams: You’re dropping everything for this?
Vertag: I have to. Someone in this city is willing to shoot an SID agent, I need to find them ad stop them.
Brown: And he was your partner once…
Vertag: What?
Brown: You’re going to avenge him? I mean, no matter your relationship with him, you have to-
Vertag: (Confused) No. Um, he’s an idiot. I’ve nearly shot him myself. But he would not have missed a chance to announce that he’s SID, so if they shot him anyway-
Perez: Ah. Espirit de Corps. Every Marine understands that.
Vertag: No! I’m not having some cute human response to this idiot’s near-death. It’s rational.   Someone’s shot him, probably connected to an SID matter, that could lead to my involvement anyway. And if I don’t get it solved before (glances at watch) next 6^th Day, then my superiors are going to send a more senior agent to do it.
Peterson: Who will arrive, shoot lots of innocent people, throw the wrong guy in jail, and you’ll feel responsible for all of it.
Vertag: (confused) Um, no. No, it’ll just look bad on my performance review. (shakes his head) You guys are going to get along well with my secretary for this week. (stands)
(Marine runs up to Perez, there is a hurried conversation. She turns to Adams, asks something, points up at Vertag)
Vertag: Lessala! We have to go!
(Inside the EB, Lessala kneels beside a tent with a red cross on it. The entire side has been lifted away so that she can reach one finger in and touch Janet gently where she lays. Other Marines (medics and patients) and humans (in jump suits or hospital gowns) crowd away from the hand and the open side of the tent) You okay, sweetheart? Anything I can get you?
Janet: (who looks like death warmed over) No, thanks (coughs). I appreciate (coughs, coughs). Thanks for coming.
Lessala: I’ll be by every chance I get. Are they taking care of you? I can get-
Roth: That’s quite enough, young lady. (steps up to her face) You have to go.
Lessala: I just got here!
Roth: You’re stressing my patients. Especially Miss Crane! You’re not helping her. Now, go!
Vertag(voice): Lessala! We have to go!
Lessala: Okay (not graciously). Goodbye, see you tomorrow. (stands and carefully walks out from between the tents. A Hummer with rotating warning lights leads (and clears) the way)
(Outside, Vertag holds the door as Lessala tiptoes out into the clear. He gestures for her to go to the door before him. As he goes, Perez calls)
Perez: Hey, Giant! (holds up a radio) Got something you might be interested in.
(View of an Old Folk’s Home. Some old giants rock on a porch. Vertag walks up the front walk carrying his bowling bag. Enters)
(In the front lobby, Vertag approaches the nurses’ station. )
Vertag: I understand that you have a resident, name of Chocould?
Nurse: Yes, are you a relative? He hasn’t mentioned expecting any- (Vertag flashes his ID) He’s, um. Yes, sir, he’s a patient here.
Vertag: I need to see his record.
Nurse: Yes, sir (moves to a cabinet)
Vertag: Yes, I do need to see it.
Nurse: Sir? I wasn’t arguing.
Vertag: What? No, no. It’s my bowling ball. (places bag gently on the counter) She thinks that I don’t need that information.
Nurse: (blinks) Yes. Yes, sir.
Vertag: I personally feel that I need as much information as I can get.
Nurse: Of course, sir. (hands him a folder and sits back down)
Vertag: Let’s see. Okay, a former Security officer, low level. Two children, one in government service, one in Food distribution. (lifts paper to check a sheet in the back) Neither one ever visits.
Nurse: I know that, sir.
Vertag: Of course you do. My bowling ball doesn’t.
Nurse: (giving a fragile smile) Maybe if you show the chart to her?
Vertag: (not looking up) Don’t be silly, Nurse. Bowling balls can’t read. Ah. Has cooperated with police investigations twice. (checks another sheet) And is being treated for arthritis. Yes, many people who are interrogated develop joint pains later. Under suspicion of possible involvement with seditious organizations and/or their members, dating back over thirty years. (closes folder and hands it back. Behind him, another nurse walks out of the hallway.) Thank you, Nurse, that’s very helpful. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to see him.
Nurse: Yes, sir. (makes eye contact with Nurse2) Nurse? Would you take the SID Agent back to see Mr. Chocould?
Nurse2: (flinches at the mention of the agency) He’s a harmless old man, sir. He doesn’t mean anything he says.
Vertag: Nurse, if I was investigating sedition, the last thing you would want to do is defend that sedition. Next to last would be admitting that you’d heard it, and hadn’t reported it.
Nurse2: Yes, sir.
Vertag: No, I am not threatening her.
Nurse2: I didn’t think you were, sir.
Vertag: (Holds bag up) No, it’s her. (turns to first nurse) Would you tell her that I wasn’t threatening anyone.
Nurse: It’s true…bowling ball.
Nurse2: Bowling ball?
Nurse: SID doesn’t usually threaten. And if he was going to arrest her, he wouldn’t warn her about how to avoid being arrested. And he wouldn’t be so careful about not getting our names.
Vertag: Thank you, nurse. (turns to Nurse2) NOW can we go?
Nurse2: Are you asking me or the…?
Vertag: Both, really. Now?
(In a private room, an old man rests on a hospital bed. There are a few personal items in the room, but it’s largely empty. There are a few well-thumbed books on a shelf near his head. A cabinet in the corner has a couple more on the top. There is one visitor’s chair. Vertag enters)
Vertag: Thank you, Nurse. Did I see in his chart that he gets a shot at four? (looks at watch) I have just enough time, then. (sits in visiting chair, lowers bag) Chocould?
Chocould: (opens eyes slowly) Hello?
Vertag: Sir, I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind?
Chocould: (sits up, stares at Vertag for a second) You’re with the government.
Vertag: Yes, sir. But you’re not in trouble.
Chocould: (sinks back on pillow) That’s what they always say.
Vertag: I suppose they do.
Chocould: That’s why my children don’t visit. I’m on The List.
Vertag: You must be very proud of them. Ranking high enough to worry about being monitored for known associates.
Chocould: Oh, yes.
Vertag: Do you get any other visitors?
Chocould: (smiles) You wouldn’t believe me.
Vertag: Does Thrombeldinbar visit?
Chocould: No. No, he only visits during the right season. And he’s too busy on that night.
Vertag: Ah. What about his wife? Ambertemblin? Has she been by?
Chocould: (Eyes wide) Oh! Oh, you mustn’t. You can’t disturb Ambertemblin. She’s had a very rough time.
Vertag: So I’ve heard, Chocould. So I’ve heard. I want to help her (gestures towards bag). I’ve brought her some friends.
Chocould: She has friends.
Vertag: I’ve brought more.
Chocould: (shakes head) She said I must never tell.
Vertag: Does she- (Nurse2 enters)
Nurse2: Sir? It is time for his shot.
Vertag: Perfect.
Nurse2: You’re not going to…?
Vertag: Haven’t we established that? If I meant him any harm, I would have ordered you to give him the shot immediately. Or I’d have shot him. (to bowling bag) Why does no one trust me?
Chocould: You’re SID. You probably monitor yourself for suspicious behavior. (Nurse shushes him, sticks him with needle, checks his pulse, runs)
Vertag: Luckily, I’m also the one that checks my reports on myself. I’ve had to cover for myself a time or two. (Chocould drifts to sleep. Vertag stands, grabs the bowling bag, steps up to him, checks to be sure he’s asleep. Locks the door. Turns to the cabinet)
Vertag: Now, as I recall my nursery rhymes, Ambertemblin tells stories (taps the first drawer handle but doesn’t open it), finds lost pets (taps second drawer), and steals the socks of naughty children. (opens the third and last drawer. Among a few pairs of worn socks, some humans lay in the drawer. They are all wounded, some badly. They look up more with resignation than fear. Except one, who looks more relieved.)
Vertag: Hello, Sonya.
Sonya (resistance contact from earlier episode): Hello, giant. How is Janet?
(Vertag lowers the bowling bag over the drawer. A side panels opens. Dr. Roth and several corpsmen jump down and start administering aid. Perez follows, going straight to Sonya.)(fade)
(Fade in: Vertag gently lifts the last stretcher into the bag, then holds it as the medics and Roth climb in. Lowers the bag to the floor and lifts Perez and Sonya to the top of the cabinet.)(Sonya has received attention, arm in a sling, a few bandages)
Vertag: Okay, what do we know?
Sonya: It was Versht.
Perez: Seems there’s been a coup in the resistance.
Vertag: Who is Versht? I never heard that name before.
Perez: He was a local criminal until you scared the old leaders out of the city.
Vertag: What? Don’t they promote from within?
Sonya: That night you gave them a chance to run, the leaders of the giant resistance here disappeared. They didn’t touch their money caches or their safe houses. There was no turn-over of authority. With anyone. So everyone that was left in Coastal City had some of the code words to contact the cells, but no one had everything.
Vertag: Until Versht stepped in.
Sonya: Yes. He showed up with names, passwords, money, contacts… And some other men.
Perez: Strong arm types.
Vertag: And he took over everything.
Sonya: Yes. Now he runs the rebels as members of his own gang. There’s no more resisting. Instead, they run drugs.
Vertag: Oh. That explains Dordell.
Perez: What?   I didn’t think SID cared about crimes like vice.
Vertag: We don’t. But Dordell has always had this personal thing about drugs. A political organization running drugs would draw him like a magnet. His jurisdiction, his issue, his crusade.
Perez: What’s his thing?
Vertag: How should I know? It’s personal.   (Perez stares up at the agent while Sonya continues)
Sonya: Yes. He showed up, was seen monitoring a shipment, then barely escaped with his life.
Vertag: Huh. Okay. But how do you know all this? Last time I saw you with a rebel, he was about to cut you up for bait.
Sonya: (shivers) Well, it wasn’t that easy. A lot of the humans in the area are given shelter by members of the resistance. When everything went to hell…
Perez: They had their pick of hostages.
Vertag: Why would they need Earthling hostages?
Perez: Because they’re using humans to ship the drugs.
Vertag: Ah. Dragging the loads through the drain systems.
Sonya: Exactly. No giant can see them, except at either start or delivery. And they can’t just run away in the tunnels because family and friends are in Versht’s possession.
Vertag: Wait, Versht has them? He’s collected all the humans into one place?
Sonya: Yes. We’re not sure where. We were trying to find out, to infiltrate and release them, but he was ready for us. With ferrets.
Vertag: That must have been fun.
Sonya: The survivors made their way here. And I had a radio stashed for contacting the Marines.
Vertag: If I ask how many groups you’re in contact with, Major, what would you tell me?
Perez: Not the truth, but you already knew that.
Vertag: I suppose I did.
Sonya: He keeps everyone in a big cage. Every three days, he selects a handful of workers and issues them to his drug runners. They bring them back with the cash.
Vertag: Elegant.
Perez: In an enslaved and oppressed sort of way.
Vertag: Well, if you put it that way…
Sonya: You have to help us.
Vertag: (sighs) I really wasn’t planning to. But in order to get your help with Versht, I suppose I have to help you get your people out safely.
Sonya: It’s what Janet-
Perez: Oh, no.
(Vertag raises the bowling bag up to the cabinet, holds the flap open)
Vertag: Okay.   Get in. I know what we have to do.
(To be continued)
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