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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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(A dark tunnel. A Marine sets up a Claymore in the middle of it, working by flashlight. Something moves at the edge of his light. He illuminates it, showing a hissing giant ferret. He throws himself behind the weapon (which is facing the tunnel the ferret is in). )
Marine1: Hit it! (Light flashes)
(Janet’s bedroom in the compound. It is night (darkness outside the window). Vertag sits at the table, one lit lamp upon it. A door has been laid against the far side of the table to provide a ramp, and nailed in place. On the table are Adams and his staff and Sonya, a couple of Hummers. Lessala sits in a folding chair some distance from the table)
Vertag: Okay. We have some overlapping goals. I figure if we all work together, everyone gets what they want. You? (points to Sonya)
Sonya: I want the humans released from Versht‘s control, but without hurting any of the resistance members that have helped us over the years.
Vertag: Right now, I don’t care about rebels, so that’s okay. You?
Adams: Obviously, we want the humans freed. There are children among the hostages, so we can’t tolerate any undue risk in releasing them. We want to help, but would prefer not to leave any evidence that humans were involved.
Vertag: I don’t see a deal breaker there. Person who isn’t here?
Lessala: Versht is bad news in Coastal city. I want him brought down. Even if I can’t take credit for helping.
Vertag: Too bad that we won’t be able to use you.
Lessala: Yes. But at least I’m here in spirit.
Vertag: Okay. What do we know about=
Perez: Hey, Giant? What’re your goals?
Vertag: Versht’s bongle nailed to a presentation plaque and hung from the end of Dordell’s hospital bed.
Brown: Sounds rational.
Vertag: It may keep someone from shooting at another SID agent in the future. Oh, and I’d have to insist that the SID gets exchange credit for all the Earthlings that get rescued by this operation. (Adams nods) Now. What do we know about the humans that Versht keeps?
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Brown: Sonya was able to give us the location of Versht’s estate, which-
Vertag: Estate?
Lessala: He inherited a large villa from his parents. He is sort of independently wealthy. But greedy.
Brown: Yes. We’ve identified about eight buildings on his property, and about forty giants. But no humans.
Vertag: Okay, I don’t know much about your ‘find humans from orbit’ technology, so I don’t know what not finding them tells us?
Brown:   If they were on his estate, we’d probably be able to identify their location.
Perez: Unless they were deep underground?
Brown: Well, yeah. Of course, a giant basement qualifies as deep underground.
Lessala: He almost never leaves the grounds. He works through intermediaries.
Vertag: So, if he’s the one in control of humans, they’ve got to be in there somewhere. We have to find him in proximity to the humans for the arrest to stick.
Adams: Agent, we don’t really care about prosecuting him.
Vertag: If he’s involved in an SID matter, like unsanctioned possession of captured Earthlings, I have jurisdiction, and can take him away. That would be critical to rescuing your humans. If it’s just drugs or any other felony, then he might be able to get away from me or my office, no matter what he’s doing. At least, he’ll be loose long enough to do anything he wants to the people in his basement or wherever. Okay?
Adams: Very well.
Vertag: So, the humans leave from his villa with drugs, going through the drain system.
Sonya: No, they’re carried to a number of locations.
Lessala: The whole point of using Earthlings for this is to avoid suspicion or search and seizure. It wouldn’t make sense for anyone to leave the estate with humans and drugs in their possession.
Vertag: Maybe they just get taken to different buildings? If they’re in boxes, they won’t really know how far they traveled or in what direction.
Brown: That makes sense…
Vertag: So at some time, in three days, he’s going to send some groups out, dragging drugs and bringing back money.   We need to interrupt those shipments.
Sonya: They…may not cooperate. The only reason they’re doing this is because they have family members being threatened. They won’t risk them.
(A dark tunnel. Ragged humans roll a crude wagon down the pipe, some towing by ropes, some pushing. Glass tubes of a sticky brown paste are on the wagon. Suddenly, a spotlight comes on in front of them. A voice calls out.)
Marine2: Nobody move! This is a rescue!
(Back in Janet’s bedroom)
Adams: We won’t give them a choice. Really, it’s for the best, but we can’t count on them trusting us.
Vertag: Right. Now, how can we figure out where the shipments are going? I doubt it’s to the same place every time.
Brown: They must use some sort of tracking signal. Maybe the drug contacts transmit a radio code that the humans follow?
Lessala and Vertag: Nope.
Brown: What? Why?
Vertag: Our government is very efficient at making sure no unauthorized transmissions are made.
Peterson: You mean, they censor violently.
Vertag: Something like that. Anyway, if they were to transmit at all, they’d gain attention. If they transmitted once every three days, they’d surely be caught.
Perez: You know what I’d do? Send human teams on specific sewer lines, but with no set location. They just go until they find a drain with some sort of signal, like a green light shining down it. Then the drug runners can set up wherever they like.
Vertag: Maybe. So how can we find them, if we can’t follow their signals?
Brown: Oh, I can rig the lines around the estate with motion sensors. (Dark tunnel. Two Marines set up a device that looks like a camera, hanging it from the ceiling of the drain pipe. They turn it on and test it, one waving to the camera, another checking a readout on a handheld)
Brown: Then direct the interdiction teams to whatever site is active at the right time.
Adams: Time. How do we know when the groups get sent out? Sonya’s given us the approximate times of several previous shipments, but we can’t find a pattern.
Lessala: Low tide. (everyone turns to stare, except Brown who calls someone on his cell) Versht’s a good Coastal boy. Everyone here knows that at high tide, the drains are all full of water.
Peterson: But they’re not?
Lessala: Well, who are you going to believe? A local or someone who’s been down in the drains? (smiles)
Vertag: Okay. Does that corroborate?
Brown: (putting phone away) Yes, actually, it does. We just never made the connection. (bows in gratitude towards Lessala. She winks back)
Vertag: So, when is low tide on 2^nd Day?
Brown: (waving PDA) Already got it.
Vertag: So, you guys interrupt the humans on the return-
Adams: Return? Not on the way out? We’re delivering the drugs?
Lessala: I think we have to. There may be some sort of signal sent when they have their package. We don’t want to alert Versht any sooner than we have to. I wish there was a way to get everyone involved, but I think we have to settle for cutting the ring off at the head.
Brown: I have an idea.
(In the tunnel with the drug wagon. Marines collect the human slaves and escort them away from the wagon. Adams starts talking to them. Brown and a team of technicians rush up to the bottles. They drill a plug out of each cork and slip in an electronic device. Then they replace most of the plug so it isn’t visible. The humans are returned to the wagon to make the delivery, but now Marines help with the pushing)
Lessala: That…would work. If you had the right frequency. And timed it right…
Vertag: You can do that? Without a radio operator? Nifty.
Brown: Oh, we can time it or we can leave it to an activator signal.
Perez: That would be the easiest to coordinate.
Vertag: Well, great. Okay, so they make the drug shipments, then return, but they don’t make it back to the estate.
Perez: And after some time, Versht finally decides that all the missing humans have gone off the reservation.
Vertag: Hopefully, by then you’ll have located the human kennel.
(Perez and a team work their way through giant vegetation. They come up on a grill and infiltrate a giant house. As they move, a shadow starts pacing them through the crawl space)
Sonya: No! You can’t! He’s ready for humans! With traps and guard beasts and… And… He nearly wiped us out!
Adams: He may have taken precautions against humans that are shipwrecked on this planet. He’s not prepared for the 63^rd. Trust me on that.
(Marine1 (the Claymore tech) drags a rope across the drainpipe and ties it to the tow hitch on a Hummer. Slaps the back panel, the truck starts to roll. Marine1 steps back into a side-tunnel as the rope passes by. Eventually it tows the other end into view, which is tied to the tail of giant (dead) ferret being dragged away)
(Spacefleet personnel watch a display of the estate from orbital view. A large orange blob approaches seven small red ones. The Tech whispers in a microphone. Down on the grond, Perez points over her shoulder, a man in her unit lights off a flamethrower and wards off the cat that was sneaking up on them. The cat screeches and runs off)
(Brown walks slowly down a pipe, watching the display of a handheld. He pauses and points. A Tech behind him throws a grenade down the way. It gets caught in mid-air by a forcefield, then goes off. The forcefield projectors in the walls blossom like ugly electric flowers. Or metal pop-corn. The Marines proceed.)
Vertag: Got to agree with the Colonel there. Now, the best case is that you’ll be able to find the humans before Versht notices that anything is wrong.
(In a giant living room, Versht watches television and sips from a beer stein. Unnoticed at his feet, two Marines jog by, eyes sweeping the room in a search)
Vertag: Then you call me-
Lessala: Us.
Vertag: -and I come to your location. So when Versht does come down to punish his pet humans, I arrest him for unlawful possession, an so forth.
Lessala: And secure his bongle?
Vertag: I’m fairly confident that he’ll resist arrest.
Adams: And worst case?
Vertag: You’ll have to follow him through the house after he decides to go find his humans. Once you have an idea where he’s headed, you call me-
Lessala: Us.
Vertag: -and I come in and chase him. Either way, I end up in the room with him and proof that he’s in SID jurisdiction.
Perez: You can’t come onto the estate until we find the hostages?
Vertag: Officially.
Lessala: Legally.
Vertag: More to the point, I can’t be SEEN on the grounds until I have the location of the humans.   So I’ll get as close as I legally can-
(On darkened lawn, two figures in black ghost across to the side of a building. When they reach it, we zoom in to see that Lessala and Vertag are crouching on either side of a low window in a room with the lights on. A thug walks up to it, looks out, wanders on down the hall. The two agents wear dark clothes, covers and Vertag has a voluminous backpack)
Vertag: (muttering) Any time now…
(Back in the bedroom)
Vertag: -until I get your transmission.
Sonya: I need to go with the Marines. The hostages won’t know who to trust unless I can tell them.
Adams: We don’t know which Marine team will be the one that reaches the hostages.
Vertag: You need to be with me.
(Beside the building, Sonya pokes her head out of Vertag’s pocket.)
Sonya: Anything?
Vertag: Shush. (pushes her head back down gently with one finger)
(Back in the bedroom)
Vertag: So, you (points to Brown) set it off as soon as she (points to Perez) reports an agitated Versht.
Brown: As soon as? I thought there would be a delay?
Vertag: We want him interrupted.
(A giant kneels beside a drain, blowing gently into a kazoo. A whistle answers. He lifts the grate and collects a handful of glass tubes. Then he lowers a canvas sack into the drain and replaces the grate. Pockets the tubes and departs. Steps from the empty building and waves. Across the street, a man in a window nods, turns to another man.)
Giant2: Got it. Call Versht and confirm.
(Down in the drain, Brown presses a button.)
(In police headquarters, a tech manning a radio scanner sits up and waves to his supervisor. Removes his headphones and hits a switch. A speaker starts sounding)
Speaker: I’m an illegal drug! I’m an illegal drug! I’m an illegal-
Supervisor:   Get a triangulation on that transmission!
(The kazoo giant is crossing the street when a police van screeches past him, sirens blaring. It screeches to a halt and backs up. Before it reaches him, two giant policemen jump out and wrestle him to the ground to start searching him.)
Giant2: (closes drapes) Crap! Get Versht!
(On Versht’s estate, the drug dealing rebel leader is walking along the side of an indoor pool, obviously distressed. He manipulates a light fixture and a hidden door opens up. Just as he steps into it, one of his thugs runs up.)
Thug: Sir! You’d better come up to the office! The customer’s are calling. There’s been a leak!
Versht: What? Inconceivable! (manipulates the light fixture again, the door closes, he follows thug up and out of the pool room)
(Across the pool, a Marine team crouches under an inflated pool toy, one man speaks urgently into a radio.)
Vertag: Whereupon I-
Lessala: We.
Vertag: I will enter the compound from completely outside of it, all legal and everything.
(Crouching by the window, Lessala and Vertag hold fingers to their ears, then look at each other.)
Vertag: Didn’t we pass the pool room?
Lessala: This way!
(Back in the bedroom)
Vertag: I will be alone, which makes my ability to look in two directions and hold four weapons all the more impressive. For the debrief, we will say that Sonya salvaged a radio from an Earthling wreck, called for help, and I made contact with another salvaged radio.
Perez: I thought her testimony was inadmissible.
Vertag: It is. But I already have a history of using Earther statements as probable cause. So it’ll play. As long as nothing goes wrong.
(In the pool house, Vertag tugs on a light fixture. Nothing happens)
Lessala: You’re doing it wrong!
Vertag: I don’t think so. I think I’m at the wrong light.
Sonya: (Pokes her head up, finger to her ear) It’s the right light, but you’re twisting it clockwise. He says to go counterclockwise.
Vertag: I am going counterclockwise.
Lessala: Is that Earthling clock or Marine clock?
Sonya: It’s the same clock!
(across the pool, a door starts to open)
Lessala: (whispers) Hide!
(In the bedroom)
Vertag: Okay. Assuming nothing goes wrong, we’ll be back in the compound with a few dozen rescues at this time on 2^nd Day.
Lessala: (looks at watch) This time on 2^nd Day is early, early, early on 3^rd Day.
Vertag: Are you always this fun on a mission?
Brown: Just don’t let her drive.
Lessala: (Pokes her tongue out at Brown, then stands) Okay. I have to make sure that the radio crews are holding a training operation on the night. (departs)
(Humans board Hummers and drive down the door from the table. One veers over to Vertag’s feet while the others go out the door. Perez leans out)
Perez: Hey, Giant? Dr. Roth says that Janet isn’t sleeping well. If you went over right now, she’d probably be awake.
Vertag: Thank you, Major. (watches the Hummer depart. Then walks out)
(In the medical tent, Janet shifts uncomfortably in her bed. She’s watching a tape of the meeting just completed in her own bedroom. Suddenly the nurses become active, making sure no one’s closer to the side of the tent than Janet is. The beds on that side are empty already, as a precaution. It’s no surprise when the side rises and we see Vertag’s face.)
Vertag: Hey.
Janet: Hey, you. Come to see me, finally?
Vertag: I got tired of people telling me to come see you. Maybe now they’ll shut up. (he lays down slowly on the floor, checking in all directions to keep from crushing anyone) It’s hard to get work done with all the nagging.
Janet: Yes, I (coughs) I missed you, too. (smiles)
Vertag: (Smiles.) You okay?
Janet: As well as could be expected.
Vertag: So, you’re fine for having been shot nearly to death. In a trap. That I warned you about.
Janet: I saved thirty four humans that day. I think it was worth the risk.
Vertag: (Reaches gently out to lay the tip of one finger on top of her hand) I don’t.
Janet: You wouldn’t. But you’re going to save more people tonight, huh?
Vertag: (sarcasm) I hope to break your record.
Janet: (sincerely) I hope you do.
(fade)
(Fade in: Versht walks across the pool room with four of his thugs. Looks around)
Versht: Where’s Loilen? (Thugs shrug) Can nothing go right today? Wait here. (opens secret door. Thugs take positions around it)
(A small room sits beneath the pool, lit blue by light filtered through the swimming pool above. Versht climbs down a spiral staircase, muttering)
Versht:   Alright. Something’s gone wrong. Someone here is going to tell me what happened. (from a table by the stairs, he grabs a hammer and a pair of tongs) Then, someone is going to tell me where my money is. (Steps over to a huge aquarium with little cardboard layers set up. He bends over to glare through the glass on the side. Sees no Earthlings. Frowns) What the- (he steps back, notices something under the aquarium. A man’s body is shoved under the table it rests upon…) Loilen?
Vertag: (steps out of the shadows) I can tell you what went wrong. (Holds up one finger) Your men shot my boss… (holds up second finger) Then… Well, actually that covers it. You’re under arrest.
Versht: (calmly) For what?
Vertag: Let’s start with unsanctioned possession of Earthlings in violation of the current government policy of repatriation for technology. Hands behind your back.
Versht: (laughs) You dumb goon. This IS the current government policy for Earthlings.
Vertag: What do you mean?
Versht: You done any research about my taking over the resistance?
Vertag: A little.
Versht: Who else would have all that information about the rebels, huh? The government set this up. We turn all the rebels into drug and arms runners, illegal gambling den operators, prostitutes and pimps, that sort of thing. Tell them that it’s the way to finance their operations. But the trick is, we’re making them into felons that any cop can arrest, any time we want.
Vertag: (thoughtful) Without exposing how deeply SID has penetrated their organization.
Versht: Exactly.
Vertag: (walks slowly over to Versht.) Interesting. Of course, you couldn’t tell me or Dordell about it, in case we were already compromised by the rebels.
Versht: Yes! You see, I’m on-
Vertag: (whipping a knife into Versht’s belly, and up through his heart. He sinks slowly, eyes showing surprise) SID doesn’t care about exposing our penetration. We want people to know that we know everything. (Allows Versht’s body to drop to the floor) And SID projects seldom have a timetable past next 3^rd Day. (turns to the tank) Has everyone agreed?
Sonya: (Stepping out from behind some cardboard) They’re not terribly happy, but they’ll come along.
Vertag: Music to my ears. (Steps to the shadows and picks up his backpack. Lowers it into the center of the tank. Little doors are on the side of the bottom. Sonya leads a line of humans into the pack)
Sonya: Come on, come on. Climb in and find an empty slot. Strap yourselves in, one to a slot! Hurry!
Vertag: (mumbles as he fills in a paper tag) Property of SID, Coastal City Office, collected as evidence (glances at watch) 2^nd Day, 17^th of Warmtime. (attaches tag to backpack)
Jackala: Agent? Are you down there?
Vertag: Wow. He made good time.
(In Versht’s living room, several policemen pass back and forth with a variety of boxes marked ‘evidence.’ Some lead thugs, a pair carries a body on a stretcher. Jackala watches them pass, then turns to Vertag.)
Jackala: So. You got an Earthling tip about trafficking in drugs, Earthlings and untaxed roses. You entered, found Versht, next to illegal Earthlings.
Vertag: Yes.
Jackala: At the same time, an anonymous tip tells us that an SID officer is making an arrest and we should move on the estate.
Vertag: Really? I wasn’t aware of that. Maybe one of the thugs is an undercover agent?
Jackala: We’ll see. And this happens on a night when seven men get slipped self-incrimination radiating drugs during an unscheduled radio-team training operation, so the entire force was out on the streets at the time we got the call for backup.
Vertag: Will wonders never cease?
Jackala: Just try not to be too cute in court, okay? This is weird enough as it is.
Vertag: But you are finding clear evidence of crimes, right? And criminals? I mean, you had the guy under surveillance, then got probably cause to enter, so you can pull a lot of people off the streets, no?
Jackala: No. I mean, yes. I mean… I mean, get out of here before I take you in for suspicion of conspiracy to… Go.
Vertag: On my way, Commissioner. (gently hefts the pack)
Jackala: Wait. Do you take pictures of the Earthlings? Before you turn them over?
Vertag: That’s part of the process, why?
Jackala: Well, the way tonight’s going, I’m wondering how many of your Earthlings there are on our list of Interest? Any chance I could look through the pictures.
Vertag: Sure. I’ll have my secretary message them over to your office. (leaves)
(Vertag walks off Versht’s estate, down the road. Finally reaches his car and opens the trunk. Many Marines are resting on one side of the space. He lowers the pack to the clear area)
Vertag: We got everyone?
Perez: All accounted for.
Vertag: Then we’re going home.
Sonya: (running out of the pack) Giant? Vertag? Can I talk to you? (Vertag holds his hand down, Sonya sits on his palm. As he starts to raise it, Perez runs and joins her. He moves to the driver’s seat, sets them gently on the seat, starts the car and drives.)
Sonya: Sir, I-
Vertag: Wait a minute. (Down the road, passes the estate and a bazillion cop cars and paddy wagons, ambulances and a hearse. Continues, passes a bus stop. He slows, Lessala runs over and jumps into the car. He speeds up) What?
Sonya: Are you really going to send pics to the police?
Vertag: I’m committed to doing so. Any human processed gets their picture taken and filed. Those files will be available to the police.
Sonya: Well, it’s going to be a problem. Some of the humans have been on the planet for a while. And they’ve… Well, in self defense, they were involved in a murder.
Lessala: If it’s self defense, it’s not murder.
Vertag: Depends on the court. And who was self-defensed.
Lessala: True.
Vertag: Sonya, are you one of those humans?
Sonya: (quiet voice) Yes.
Vertag: Don’t worry about it. See, I have standing permission to skip processing for any human that I feel is at risk of losing their life. (glances down at Sonya, ill lit by the light from the dashboard) And you don’t look healthy to me.
Perez: Wait a minute. Did you plan for this? When you brought Corporal Snelling through?
Vertag: Well, I did pass him in order to save his life. But I also thought this would be a handy authority to have.
Perez: But you told Dordell it was all about not getting blamed for the death-
Vertag: Oh, crap. Look, Major, never trust anything that man ever says, and never, ever trust anything said to him. Especially by me.
Perez: So… you weren’t being a manipulative bastard? Or at least, not JUST a manipulative bastard? Great….
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