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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 2	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(The Exchange office is closed and empty. Outside the windows is darkness. The front door opens and a disheveled Vertag enters with a prisoner. The other giant is a young man (college age). His hands are cuffed, clothes torn, face bruised. Vertag drags him through the the front office to his own. There, he uses a second pair of cuffs to lock the man to the security bars of the office window.)
Gorsh: Hey! You're hurting me!
Vertag: You already tried to escape once tonight. No sympathy. Now shut up. (he turns to go out. The elevator opens. A human sergeant rushes out, sliding the SOG armband onto her sleeve.)
SOG: Sir? Are you opening the office?
Vertag: (turns around) What? Oh. No. SID business. We don't open for…(looks at his watch) Crap, hours and hours. No need to station, yet. Just go back to the duty tent. (Turns away, turns back) But, uh…no one talks to my prisoner. Gorsh! Don't talk to the Earthlings. (walks out, opens the security door and goes through it)
SOG: Um. Okay. Good night.
Gorsh: No! Wait! (shakes his handcuffs) You have to help me!
SOG: Giant on giant violence is a sad, sad commentary on giant society. But not my concern. (turns towards elevator)
Gorsh: No, wait! I'm not a giant! (SOG takes a long, lingering look at his body, highlighting the great size difference.) I'm from Earth! Really! Chicago! My name isn't Gorsh, it's George!
SOG: Uh….
Gorsh: A giant did this to me! You have to help me!
(The security door opens, Vertag stomps out)
Vertag: Are you talking to the human?
Gorsh: You mean the Earthling? Yeah, I asked her to rip these thing off me, and we'll run away to a happy ever after land where-
(Vertag slaps Gorsh across the face. He shuts up. SOG stares while he unlocks the prisoner. As Vertag shoves him towards the security door, Gorsh looks back at the human.
Gorsh: (lips silently) Help me! I'm human!
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(Vertag's kitchen. Lessala steps into the doorway. She stops suddenly. Before her, Gorsh lays on the floor. His hands are cuffed through a steel staple that's bolted to the floor.)
Gorsh: Hey.
Lessala: Hey?
Gorsh: If the rest of you is as pretty as your legs, I'm looking forward to seeing it. (he rattles his cuffs) Some day.
Lessala: Vertag? (he rushes up behind her)
Vertag: Oh. Hey, don't go in the kitchen today.
Lessala: Coffee?
Vertag: I'll make it. I'll bring it out to your desk.
Lessala:   Who's the carpet?
Gorsh: I'm an innocent-
Vertag: (kicks him lightly in the ribs) I'll explain to you in a few minutes. I'll get the coffee, I'm sure Janet will be along-
Gorsh: Who's Janet?
Vertag: (a harder rib kick) None of your business.
(Lessala sits at her desk, glancing into Vertag's office and the SOG)
Lessala: Anyone know what's going on?
SOG:   No, Miss Lessala. Vertag got a call about midnight, came back a couple of hours later. The prisoner's been in the kitchen since then.
Lessala: Huh. I wonder who called.
(Vertag comes out the door with two coffees, hands one to Lessala)
Lessala: So?
Vertag: Let's wait for Janet. So I only have to explain it once.
Lessala: Why? You know they're listening.
Vertag: Yeah, but I'll wait for her questions. (Elevator opens, Perez and Janet step out) And there she is. (nods his head, Lessala follows him into his office) Good morning, Janet. Major.
(everyone nods all around. After that Janet looks questioningly at Vertag) Okay. Gorsh is a criminal arrest made by the SID last night.
Lessala: Doesn't SID have jail cells?
Vertag: Yes. But this guy has an unknown number of contacts in local and distant government offices. He may have influence with the agents in Dordell's office. So he asked me to take custody until he can arrange secure and trustworthy transport.
Janet: Sounds like a major hitter. What was he arrested for.
Vertag: Influence peddling.
Lessala: (winces) Ouch!
Janet: Huh?
Perez: Ah.
Janet: What do you mean, ah? He made it sound like this guy was a felon.
Vertag: He is a felon.
Janet: For influence peddling? Back home, that's hardly-
Perez: Janet? This isn't fixing parking tickets, this is getting someone prosecuted for treason because he plays his stereo too loud and you know someone who knows someone. This government makes permanent arrests, people never seen again.
Lessala: Exactly. Using influence with the right people, you can win a contest by getting everyone other contestant, or all the judges but one disappeared.
Vertag: No one talks to him except me. (to Lessala) The other minions stay out in the front today. You stay out in front today. (to the humans) There's no reason for you to be in the kitchen at all. But I figured the curiosity would be lethal. So. Now you know.
Janet: But there's just one-
Perez: THAT'S fascinating, Vertag. Thanks a lot for telling us. We'll go brief the Colonel. Come on, Janet. (Perez almost drags Janet to the elevator. )
Vertag: Alright. Well, the minions should be arriving in a few…
(From inside the elevator, Vertag's voice is cut off as the doors close)
Janet: What was that for?
Perez: You almost asked him about his claim that he's human.
Janet: Yeah! If he is, we have a responsibility-
Perez: If he is, he's demonstrably an example of Blacklist tech.
Janet: Oh.
Perez: Which would mean….?
Janet: Which would mean that Vertag would go into a frenzy to hide the fact.
Perez: He couldn't let SID interrogate him. He'd have to kill him. I imagine that 'shot trying to escape is a fairly common outcome around here. (Elevator doors open, they walk through the duty tent)
Janet: That means we can't ask Vertag for help, even to verify the claim.
Perez: No. He'd probably either assure us that the guy's making it up, or assume it's a real threat and kill him.
Janet: Probably. So what can we do?
Perez: Well….
(In the kitchen, Perez and some other Marines, officer and enlisted, stand in a semi-circle around the staple. George/Gorsh talks low and urgent)
Gorsh: Yeah! I'm from Westside. Lawndale. South Lawndale. My parents were taking us to Japan for vacation when the plane went into this…strange…-
(Fade out, fade in)
Gorsh: …and I'm running from this dog. This giant kid steps out of nowhere, waves the dog off. He picks me up and takes me to his treehouse.
Marine1: Treehouse?
Gorsh: Yeah, it was his secret science lab.
Marine2: Science?
Gorsh: He was some kind of genius. So, anyway, he gives me this pill. And suddenly I'm this big!
Marine3: Did he say why?
Gorsh: He thought my only problem was being so small. So he made me big, so I would be safe. He thought.
Perez: But you didn't have any papers.
Gorsh: I didn't have any clothes! He got me some of his dad's old clothes…
(Fade out, fade in)
Gorsh: …can't get a job, but this guy says he can find me work. Not great work. Not legal work. But he'll take care of me.
Marine4: This 'guy?' What was his name?
Gorsh: Versht. So I'm in Versht's crew for a few years…
(Cut to the security tent)
Peterson: Vertag's opening the security door.
(Back to the kitchen)
Perez: Cheezit! (humans run to the wall, duck behind a wall socket, close the socket behind them.)
(Vertag walks in, steps over Gorsh)
Gorsh: Is it lunch time, yet?
Vertag: Law abiding people everywhere are eating, yes.
Gorsh: Agent, if SID is going to interrogate me, I need to build up my strength.
Vertag: I don’t think that's entirely correct. But they're professionals. (he busies himself between cabinets and the fridge) I'm sure they'll keep you nicely alive.
Gorsh: Alive. But not nicely.
Vertag:   Well, there's no quality of life issue for felons.
Gorsh: Why are you so down on me?
Vertag: (pouring something into a large metal bowl) I read your file. Fourteen innocent deaths have been traced to your influence peddling just this year.
Gorsh: Innocent my right butt cheek.
Vertag: (drops the bowl on the ground a foot from Gorsh's face) Not your place to judge. Happy kibble. (walks out)
Gorsh: (stretches his neck, lips at the edge of the bowl, can't get to the food.) Mmmph!
Perez: (stepping out from the hide) Hang on. Come on, let's at least let him eat. (human working party shoves the bowl close enough for him to dip his face into it)
(fade out, fade in to a space between the walls. Lanterns illuminate a meeting of Janet, Perez, Adams and Brown)
Janet: So? What's the verdict?
Perez: The name matches a flight manifest from about the right time. Four people from Chicago say he's definitely from Chicago. Three of my interrogators say maybe. My one interrogator from Chicago says he's trying to con us. It's a real good con, but a con.
Adams: Which interrogator is that?
Perez: Kamal.
Brown:    She…really hates the giants, though.
Perez: You saying she's not being professional?
Brown:    I'm not sure if she can be, not after her brother-
Adams: Enough.
Brown:    Sir.
Adams: Frankly, this man's bona fides as a human don't matter if we can't do anything about it. Assuming we bought the story, could we save him?
Perez: Explosives'd do for the cuffs easily enough.
Brown:    If we can get him out of the compound, the shuttle can meet him somewhere.
Janet: Vertag'd never forgive us.
Adams: If this is really a human, though, do we care about that?
Perez: Of course, sir. We'd be compromising a very successful relationship. (to Janet) Is one maybe-human worth his mistrust? If the next crisis fails because he won't bend a rule for us…?
Janet: I don't… I don't know. Maybe if Lessala…?
Perez: (shakes her head) If he can't trust her, Dordell's going to force him to fire her. And she's proven useful for our efforts as much as he has.
Adams: So. It's this guy or maybe all the other for-sure humans in the future.
Janet: I hate reducing it to math, though. It's right or it's wrong.
Brown:    I wonder if Roth can find anything? Some medical practice or scar or something?
Janet: Something definitive in his blood, maybe?
(fade out, fade in, same spot, Roth and Cheryl added)
Roth: Are you kidding me? No, of course not!
Cheryl: Form follows function. Their appendix is in the same place as ours, so their appendix scars are pretty much the same.
Roth: And if he's been on this planet for years, that's what his blood will show. It won't help you find out where he was twenty years ago. Or where he was born. Or at what size.
Brown:    What about materials? Like Inella metal?
Roth: You mean like a pin on a broken bone? Well, if he had one of those, he could only have gotten it on Earth.
Brown:    We have some detectors! We brought them to find crash sites! I'll get one!
(In the front office, Lessala is watching Vertag through the door)
Lessala: You trust me, don't you?
Vertag: What?
Lessala: With your prisoner. You don't think I'd help him escape from your custody, do you?
Vertag: Lessala, I trust you with my life. With Janet's life. With any human or the Exchange. I don't know that I can trust you with politics, though.   Or if I can trust your bosses.
Lessala: Ah. Fair enough.
(In the kitchen, several Marines wave metal wands over Gorsh/George's knee. The steering committee stands a bit back.)
Perez: And?
Brown:    It's inconclusive. There is some Inella in there, but not much and we're not sure what it's in there for.
Janet: But there is Inella.
Gorsh: I don't remember being hurt.
Adams: What are the chances that whatever grew him, didn't affect the metal? Maybe a pin holding his shin together ripped loose, floated around, lodged there?
Roth: It's…possible.
Brown:    We'd have to know what grew him. And how it works.
Janet: But it's still Inella metal! He has to have gotten that on Earth!
Adams: From Earth. Somehow. (sighs) Well, what can we do?
(Outer office)
Lessala: So…am I sleeping here tonight?
Vertag: If you want. As long as you sleep outside the security area.
Lessala: Oh. So, the couch, my car or on top of my desk?
Vertag: Pretty much.
Lessala: You're serious?
Vertag: One thing I've always liked about you, Lessala, is your professionalism. If it was your prisoner, and you feared First Nation influences…
Lessala: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. If I have to go home, I'm going to leave now.
Vertag: Sure. (he turns to what he was working on. She stands, stares, waits for some comment from him. This leaves her facing the window. Through it, she sees Gorsh running across the compound for the West Wall gate.)
Lessala: He's getting away!
Vertag: What!?
(Out in the compound, Gorsh runs to the gate, lifts the bar and starts to tug it open. He's hampered by having two people, Perez and Janet, gripped in one fist. The bar is dropped, he starts to swing the door open)
(Across the street outside, a couple of cars gun from an alley. One parks beside the curb, one screams up to the gate and into the compound. Two men jump out of that car with guns. Gunfire sounds, Vertag is running across the compound, firing at the intruders. The men return fire.)
(Gorsh runs between the car and the gate, jumping into the back seat of the waiting car. It takes off.)
(Vertag drops the two men from the attacking car, runs past it to the street, aims at the getaway car)
(In the security tent, Peterson speaks into a microphone)
Peterson: Agent Vertag! Be careful! The giant has escaped with Perez and Janet!
(Vertag standing in the street)
Vertag: (mutters) Of course he has.
(Vertag lowers his gun and stands in the street. His car approaches from behind him and pulls to a stop. Lessala is driving, Tettskin and Stogga in the back seat. Two other minions run up the sidewalk, guns drawn)
Vertag: Get the car moved, lock the gate, see if you can identify the bodies. (gets in the car, Lessala takes off) Watch your shots, there are friendlies in there somewhere.
(Cut to the getaway car. Gorsh is in the backseat with two armed men. Two more are in the front seat. He holds the two women together in one hand)
Gorsh: Get going! They're right behind us.
Driver: We'll lose them.
Gorsh: It's SID, idiot! They're trained to find us.
Criminal1: We're headed for the warehouse. We'll get you out of town.
Gorsh: We'd better.
Criminal2: What are the Earthlings for?
Gorsh: Insurance.
(Close up on the fist. Janet and Perez are back to back.)
Janet: (whispers) Zap him!
Perez: Urgh! (whispers) We'd just end up on the floor of the car. Besides, if I zap him, I zap both of us!
Janet: Oh. Yeah.
(View of a warehouse. The car skids to a stop in front of the open doorway. The giants debark)
Criminal3: Right here?
Driver: Shouldn't we hide the car inside?
Gorsh: No, no. We need them to find the car. You two, cover the car from the doorway. You guys, come with me.
(Driver and Criminal2 duck out of sight in the warehouse. The other three move off to the right)
(In the Excelsior control room, two screens display a map of Coastal City, with a couple of colored dots. Techs guide the SID chase. One of the colored dots flickers)
Tech1: Agent Vertag, be advised that we're getting interference on the beacons. We may lose them.
Vertag: (voice) Can you get us to where you're losing them?
(In the car, Vertag keeps a finger to his ear, nods)
Vertag: Over the railroad tracks, then take a left.
Lessala: Got it.
(They swerve into a parking lot, see the parked getaway car. Lessala parks, the SID men get out of the car and approach the other vehicle. Shots ring out from the warehouse, SID takes cover behind the car doors. Lessala ducks out of sight)
Vertag: No one's gotten hurt yet! Come out with your hands up, and the Earthling's safe, we'll just arrest you!
Driver: No deal! (fires a few rounds)
Stogga: Sir, you said no one's hurt, but there's two dead bodies back at the compound.
Vertag: Well, they didn't believe me about the arrest, either. (ducks as a few more rounds come towards them) Okay, according to Gorsh's file, his favorite tactic is to leave hired guns behind to die. They won't have any of the humans here.
Tettskin: Weapons free?
Vertag: Weapons free.
(The three men rise and jog across the lot, spreading out. The criminals poke around the corners to shoot at the car. Before they can notice that their targets have moved, they're riddled with bullets from all three shooters.)
Stogga: (running up to kick the gun away from the driver.) Search the warehouse, sir?
Tettskin: (stepping on the hand of Criminal2) They probably ran through it and out the other side.
Vertag: Or… (he looks to the side. Camera pans over to see a giant carnival. Many rides, many lights. Focus on the neon signs) Excelsior, could the beacon be affected by electric signs?
Tech2: (voice) Neon lights? Hell, they'd have to be as big as a… Oh. Yeah.
Vertag: Come on. (They lower weapons (still out but not pointing at people) and start walking through the crowds.)
Stogga: What are we looking for?
Tettskin: Knowing the Earthlings, we'll know it when we see it.
(Cut to three places in the carnival. Criminal1 is inside a box of some sort, peering through a small glass triangle. Criminal3 is behind a semi truck full of power equipment, ducking behind heavy cables. Gorsh crouches inside a larger space, the walls spin around him. All three armed, Gorsh holds a pistol in one hand and the women still in the other)
Janet: What are you doing?
Gorsh: They won't shoot at me as long as I've got important Earthling hostages.
Perez: Depends on which giant has a shot.
Gorsh: No. This is political. SID is all about the politics. But once this team's dealt with, I'm to the marina and over the horizon…
Janet: So it was all a lie?
Gorsh: Wasn't picked for her brains, was she?
Perez: Her brains are fine. She just has a big heart. Bigger than yours, it looks like.
(Vertag and team look out of place in the crowd. Carnival-goers give the SID teams, in suit and ties, wide berth. A shot rings out. The crowd disperses. Tettskin returns fire. Sparks fly around Criminal3, he staggers and falls to the ground. Tettskin runs over to the fallen form)
(Focus on the garish trailer for the Tunnel of Safety. Triangles and squares of mirrors shine in the sun. One of the triangles pops out and falls to the ground. A gun pokes out. It fires)
(Dust kicks up at the ground near Stogga. He instantly returns fire. A mirror shatters. The gun slides through the hole and falls to the ground)
Vertag: Stogga, did you have a clear shot?
Stogga: (proud) Must have! I hit him!
Vertag: And you're sure that the bullet didn't hit a pocket with a human in it because…?
Stogga: Oh. But Tettskin-
Vertag: Had a clear view. I assume he shot the guy in the forehead or the eye. No humans held hostage there…
Stogga: I'm…sorry, Agent Vertag.
Vertag: Just go secure the prisoner. Or his body. (Stogga runs to the entrance of the Tunnel) Now, where are you really, Janet?
(Inside the carousel, Gorsh is watching Vertag through a bunch of holes cut in the center column. It's a stop-motion view, but he can see the agent)
(Cut to his hand. Janet squirms, opens her mouth wide and bites the giant on the webbing at the base of his thumb. He groans and drops them both.)
(On the ground, Janet rolls to her feet, runs under the motor. Perez shakes her head as if she took a knock, rises slowly)
Gorsh: Dammit! Get back out here or I'll rip this one's head off! (He reaches down for Perez. She smiles and touches the cuffs of her sleeves)
(Outside, Vertag stalks the abandoned carnival, looking left and right. Suddenly the music sounds odd, slowing down to a stop. Up ahead of him, the carousel lights go out. The animals stop moving and the ride slows. Lightning-colored lights flash through a series of holes cut in the center column. In the new silence, Gorsh's scream sounds clearly)
Vertag: About time… (jogs quickly towards the ride)
(In Vertag's office, Janet sits on a chair on the desk. Through the door, they see Dordell escorting a bound and dazed-looking Gorsh out the door. Dordell nods happily towards Vertag, then they're gone.)
Vertag: According to his file, he had a pet human a while ago. Someone from Earth.
Janet: (sour) Someone from Chicago.
Vertag: I guess.
Janet: What happened to the human?
Vertag: Rumor has it that there was a car accident. The human got crushed under Gorsh's body. Under his knee if I remember correctly.
Janet: No.
Vertag: No?
Janet: No. He was crushed INTO the knee.
Vertag: Oh. (sits quietly for a second)
Janet and Vertag: (same time) I'm sorry.
Janet: Huh?
Vertag: What?
Janet: We… Well, we interfered in your justice system. I don't like it, and you know that, but it's still not my place. It's not our purpose.
Vertag: You thought you were rescuing a human. Of course it's your purpose.
Janet: You're not mad?
Vertag: Furious. But only because you nearly got hurt.
Janet: That's what you're sorry about?
Vertag: I should have told you more about him. Then if he tried to scam you, you might have known enough not to buy his lies.
Janet: Ah. Well, maybe I should have asked.
Vertag: Oh, no. Suggest Blacklist tech is being stored inside the Earthling Compound? I'd have gone nuts. (Janet stares at him…)
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