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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 screen is black. After a moment, the book that Vertag gave to Janet on One One One Day fades into view.)
Brown: (voice) Seventeen experts on ancient languages worked on the translation of Vertag's gift to Crane. There are a few words no one can identify, but they are getting the gist.
(The image of the book opens. It scans past a few pages of script and line drawings)
Brown: (voice) They have confirmed that the title of the book matches Vertag's description: ‘Our travel here and why we left Atlantis.’
(The book fades into the blackness. Blackness resolves into a view of space. One star gets bright, grows into a graphic of Earth. A red dot orbits it. A cartoon marble temple appears in the middle of the Atlantic.)
Brown: (voice) The Atlanteans knew about the wormhole, and tracked it. They sent some sort of probes through and found that there was a livable planet on the other side.
(The orbit of the dot becomes erratic, dropping down to the surface of the Earth from time to time.)
Brown: (voice) They witnessed three times where it came down low enough to transport life forms from the surface.
(A cartoon cow, tree and a man wearing a toga appear on the Earth. The dot comes down and touches them. They disappear. The Earth moves off of the screen. Stars slide by until the giant planet comes into view. A red dot orbits that, bouncing down to the surface to deposit a dazed looking cow and man, a twisted tree.)
Brown: (voice) Some disaster happened at Atlantis.
(Back on Earth, a cartoon meteor lands on a cartoon volcano next to the temple. It cracks, chips falling off.)
Brown: (voice) They used some sort of magic or technology, we can't crack that word, to bring the wormhole down to them. A lifeboat to a whole new planet.
(Dot zips down to the temple. Cartoon people and animals carry baskets and wineskins and lead wagons out of the temple into the dot. They disappear.)
Brown: (voice) Something about what they did to the wormhole, though, changed its physics.
(On the giant planet, the Atlanteans step out of the dot. They are twelve times as big as the dazed man and the cow.)
Brown: (voice) The giant life forms on the planet apparently all descend from the Atlantean Exodus. From Earth. Anything that's what we would consider 'normal' size is also from Earth.
(Cartoon man runs from giant feet)
Brown: (voice) Some later wormhole events seem to have occurred in the '60s, although that was a long time after the book was written.
(Cartoon of some little cars and a few people fall through the wormhole. A giant picks one up and examines it with a magnifying glass. Another picks up a tiny person. The toga-wearing giants become dressed in 60's fashions as the original show)
Brown: (voice) But it does explain why the giants' culture resembles Earth's so much. Anyway, the book is written by someone in the Order of the Lock. They refer to the Dimension Lock that hides this planet from being viewed from Earth.
(The view shifts until both planets can be seen. A veil drops down between the planets.)
Brown: (voice) The Order of the Lock is a group of scientists attempting to regain the lost science or magic that allowed them to control the wormhole.
(Camera pulls back. We see a large flat-screen TV, then Brown beside it, then a wooden floor. All the department heads and the two human liaisons sit around the table. The room is dark and we can't see any walls.)
Brown: There's some discussion of membership in the Order of the Lock. There are giants and Little People among them.
Adams: Any idea if this Order is still operational?
Vertag: (Voice) Oh, yeah.   (The giant leans over the group and the camera pans back. We see that everyone's on the table in Janet's room. Giant jamming devices are at the corners.) They're still out there.
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(Vertag stands and turns the room lights on. He sits back down and picks up Janet's book. Squeezing the binding at two specific points, he shakes and five pages drop out.)
Vertag: The SID investigates scientist disappearances on a regular basis. Less regularly, a human scientist disappears from headquarters. (He picks up the pages on the table as the Earthlings watch. On one side are illustrations that resemble Tarot cards, the other side has the odd text.)
Janet: Why do you have this book?
Vertag: The Order recruits from the intellectual elite. But they had a guard force. That was traditionally recruited from families. My family was one of the sources.
Brown: You know a guard? You're related to one?
Vertag: No, they stopped using the guard force about two hundred years ago. (He lays the cards down one at a time.) Now, these pages make a map. There are symbols in these illustrations. There's a poem on the front page that describes Sun, Moon, Star, Sword, Flower. The sun has eight rays. One is longer than the others. That ray points to the Moon. (lays that page down)
(Shots of the humans walking to the edge of the pages.   Peterson and Perez hold cameras and film the layout)
Vertag: The Moon's crescents aim at the Star.
Brown: Like a parabolic antenna.
Vertag: Yeah. The fourth point of the Star points to the Sword. That points to the Flower.
Adams: That's a map?
Vertag: Just about. (places a sheet of paper over the arranged pages. Traces the borders of the page illustrations where bolded parts of the borders of two images overlap.)
Perez: How did you learn this?
Vertag: Some was handed down, some I figured out.
Peterson: What's your interest?
Vertag: Family tradition. Super-scientists.
Brown: Scientists?
Vertag: Once we get the Earthlings off planet, we need something to kick-start our scientific research. (adds some marks for the Sun, Moon, other symbols.) I figure the smartest scientists on the planet would be wonderful for that.
Perez: (smiles) And secrets are cool.
Vertag: (smiles) And secrets are cool. (places sheet down and turns the pages over.)
Brown: (filming the sheet) And this is a map to where the Order is?
Vertag: So they tell me. I think the text tells us what the Sun, Sword and whatever represent.
Perez: (filming the pages) Is the text behind the Flower the clue to the Flower?
Vertag: I don't really know.
Adams: I think our experts can help here.
Vertag: That's what I was hoping for.
(The security door opens and Lessala's voice calls up the stairs.)
Lessala: Vertag? You still up?
Vertag: Yeah. (grabs the map and folds it quickly, slipping it and Janet's book under Janet's dollhouse. Turns as Lessala steps into the room. She is dressed to the nines.) I couldn't sleep. Turns out, neither could they.
(Lessala looks at the humans on the table. The TV screen is playing 'Fantastic Voyage.' Perez hands a bucket of popcorn to Adams. Lessala raises one eyebrow but doesn't comment)
Lessala: Okay.
Janet: How was the ballet?
Lessala: Fine. (makes a fake-looking yawn) Well. I don't know about you guys, but I'm really tired.
Vertag: (similar yawn) Hey, I think I'm ready for bed, too. (walks towards their bedroom, gathers Lessala with him.) Goodnight, Little People. Thanks for the movie!
Janet: G'night! (Looks around the assembled people) So. Anyone think she bought it?
(Daylight, Vertag's office. Janet and Brown stand on the desk. Vertag glances at the empty front office and unfolds his map)
Brown: Our translators have some of the clues for the reference points. At least, we know what the clues say, but not what they mean.
Janet: That doesn't make any sense.
Vertag: Depends on the clues.
Brown: Exactly. The Sun, for example, seems to refer to the first city the Atlanteans built.
Vertag: Pheeputsch.
Janet: Really?
Brown: No.
Janet: What?
Vertag: What?
Brown: Dellipell, according to the translation.
Vertag: Oh, wow. That changes everything.
Brown: What does it change?
Vertag: Traditionally, Pheeputsch was the first city. If it's really Dellipell…
Janet: Where's Dellipell?
Vertag: It's near….
(The front door opens. Vertag snatches the map out of sight. Lessala comes in with bags of food. Glances suspiciously at the trio.
Lessala: More insomnia?
Vertag: We were just…
Lessala: Save it. (slings one bag onto her desk, tosses the other towards Vertag from the doorway. Turns and sits down.)
Janet: We'll…uh…
Brown: Go.
Janet: Yeah. (they turn towards the elevator. Vertag stares at the doorway.)
(Cut to the Tank room. Vertag is examining the food and water reservoirs in the Tank. Janet watches from the Earthling Holster. Humans in the Tank are mostly moved down to the bottom floor, away from the giant.)
Janet: Hey, about that…thing?
Vertag: Thing.
Janet: Yeah.
Vertag: What about it?
Janet: You, uh… You're sharing information with us. On the thing.
Vertag: Yep.
Janet: But you're lying to her.
Vertag: Well, yeah. (he finishes, closes the lid on the Tank, walks into the hall)
Janet: Yeah? You don't trust her?
Vertag: I told you a while ago, I can trust her on certain things. But… (leans against the wall) Okay, the Order of the Lock? Lots of people want to find them. My bosses, her bosses, they're going to want to use the knowledge the Order represents on their own terms. I'd like to get a better deal for everyone.
Janet: So… You trust Lessala, but not her organization.
Vertag: Exactly.
Janet: Well, she doesn't seem to trust you at the moment.
Vertag: Oh, I got that covered.
Janet: Really? I have got to hear this one.
(The front office. Lessala sits at her desk. The SOG walks to the end of Vertag's desk.)
SOG: Miss Lessala?
Lessala: Yes?
SOG: Miss, Agent Vertag's asking if you can come out to the shooting gallery?
Lessala: Vertag wants me to come TOWARDS him?
SOG: Something about moving the target robots around. He did say please.
Lessala: Lift and carry? Grunt work? Hmph. (she stomps to the Security door, opens and goes through)
(Out in the compound, she marches quickly across the ground, angry face, fists clenched. At the shooting gallery, she slams the door open.)
(View from inside the building, looking out. She's silhouetted in the door)
Lessala: So? You need me to- Oh.
(View from over her shoulder. The Marines are in formation in dress uniform. Men and women, brass band, Hummers, tanks and APCs. Spotlights focus on a giant Mylar birthday balloon. The balloon holds a basket with Janet in it, the basket is tied to the barrel of a tank. Vertag stands to the side holding a wrapped present. Janet lifts a loudspeaker to her mouth.)
Janet: Happy Birthday, Lessala!
(The band strikes up a brassy version of the birthday song.)
Lessala: Oh, my! (walks into the building, carefully sticking to the lane between units. Two bulldozer's push a giant-scale birthday cake across the floor on a collection of carts.) All this for me? (steps up to Janet's balloon)
Janet: Yeah. We all kinda like you, so when Vertag suggested it…
Lessala: This was your idea? Is this what you guys were conspiring about?
Vertag: No, we threw this together to cover a conspiracy to infiltrate the Order of the Lock.
Lessala: Oh, you! (Hugs him)
Vertag: You're not crying, are you?
Lessala: (slugs him in the shoulder) No.
Vertag: Good. Here.
(She unwraps the present, finds a necklace with a pendant. Close-up on the pendant. She opens it to find a picture of herself. The angle is from way under her smiling face, obviously taken by a human camera.)
Lessala: When did you take this?
Vertag: Janet took it. Brown got it blown up. I got the setting. Adams asked for volunteers…
Lessala: Aw. (hugs and kisses him. Plucks Janet from the basket, hugs her to her cheek, light kiss on top of her head.) I guess I need to give everyone a hug and a kiss!
(The formations break up. Some of the Marines step forward with expectant smiles. Others scamper backwards with anxious expressions)
(Fade out, fade in to the Exchange lobby. Lessala sits at reception, staring into her pendant. A tiny, human-sized Mylar balloon is tied to the clasp.)
(Vertag steps out of his office, dressed for travel. He has the bowling bag)
Vertag: Okay, you've got the office.
Lessala: What? Where are you going?
Vertag: Lost city of Earthlings? Human orbital surveillance identified it? Been telling you about the trip for two days?
Lessala: Oh. Yeah. That's now?
Vertag: Yes.
Lessala: Who are you taking?
Vertag: Janet, Perez, a reaction company…as I said yesterday.
Lessala: I'm sorry it's just…I've never had 1500 people throw me a party before.
Vertag: Yes, well, it probably won't happen again.
Lessala: What? (Looks alarmed)
Vertag: About the 950th invitation, I got wicked writer's cramp. Had to do the rest left-handed.
Lessala: (stands and wraps arms around him) Aw. Poor baby. Well, from my point of view, it was worth it. (smoochies)
Vertag: I never said it wasn't. (walks towards Security door with bag) But you'll see. When you write the thank-you notes.
(Cut to the outside. Vertag lowers a box full of Hummers into the trunk of his car. Closes it and moves to the driver's seat. The bowling bag is on the passenger seat. Janet, Perez, Marines are on the seat and the floor)
Vertag: Okay. Ready to go(cut to an SID surveillance office. Some of Dordell's minions (none of the dozen working under Vertag/Lessala) monitor a speaker)
Vertag: (voice) - search for a lost city of humans?
Janet: (voice) As long as you promise to avoid potholes.
(Minion makes an entry in a log book)
(Deep in a forest, Vertag examines his secret map, compares it to a contour map, then looks through the trees at mountain tops)
(Janet sits in the Holster, listening to her earpiece. She uses a laser pointer to put a red dot on the contour map)
Janet: Excelsior says that we're right….there.
Vertag: Then that makes the ridge… Okay. Got it.
(pull back a bit to show the Hummer's driving around his feet.) That way (he points). Give or take.
(Change to inside a Hummer. Perez in the backseat, scanning a topographic map of her own. Marines in the other seats scanning the foilage.)
Marine1(Driver): Hey? What's that?
Marine2(passenger seat): Something dead. Can't see what killed it, though.
Perez: Let's check it out.
(Two Hummers park in a small clearing near a body. Marines dismount and scan it and the area. A lizard is halfway through being field-dressed. A few human sized stone tools are abandoned around the body)
Marine3: (picks up stone knife) Stone-age tools? Not the Order, obviously.
Perez: Not necessarily. They may be keeping a technologically low profile.
Marine2: But then, how can they study physics without computers?
Marine4: Theoretical physics is mostly in the head. You can work on that while running, hunting, hang gliding… The guy that broke the dimension lock had his breakthrough swimming with sharks off the Barrier Reef.
Marine2: Huh. Well, how do we tell where they went?
Marine1: Hey! Over there!
(Grasses part and a human steps into view. He is wearing a simple shirt and trousers, rough-hewn cloth. He has a stone knife at his hip.)
Chuck: Welcome, strangers! I am….Chuck. You've escaped the oppression of the giants. You have found the Order of the Lock.
Perez: (mutters) That was easy…
Chuck: You have only to divest yourself of your weaponry to join our peaceful community.
Perez: (louder) Uh, no, that's not going to happen. We're not disarming and we're not joining your community.
Chuck: I think you're wrong, miss. (behind him leaves fall and reveal ranks of archers, arrows pointed at the Marines.)
(Pan around the clearing, lots and lots of archers are revealed.)
Chuck: On both counts.
(Cut to a stone temple hidden by the forest overgrowth. Bound and disarmed Marines are marched along a pebbled road to the base of the temple. To one side of a doorway is another group of captured Marines. Styles sees Perez' group and looks embarrassed.)
Styles: Sorry, Major. They took us by surprise.
Perez: Well, they probably saw us coming from pretty far back.
Styles: True. But at least they're not going to be able to get Vertag as easily.
(Vertag eases through the forest, one hand over the Holster to keep branches from brushing at Janet)
Vertag: Anyone?
Janet: Nope. I can't raise Perez, Styles or Shaver.
Vertag: Can the Excelsior get them?
Janet: I can't get the ship, either.
Vertag: Wonderful. Shall we fall back to the rendezvous?
Janet: Not just yet. Oh! What's that?
(we see an Earthling sized obelisk. Vertag steps carefully up to it, looks around. A light on the tip starts to blink. Mist starts to come out of the base. He rears back, coughing.)
(Back at the temple, Perez and Styles see another group of Marines marched in.)
Shaver: Well. Looks like we're all here.
Perez: It's not quite all of us.
Janet (voice): Yes it is.
(everyone turns to see Janet, bound, being marched up to where the Marines are. Behind her, Vertag wears the shirt and trousers of the locals, heavily bound, slightly bruised, marched along with Janet. He's also about as tall as Janet)
(View of the Marines, all staring, stunned.)
Styles: Okay, now that is what Vertag looks like when he's small.
Perez: Styles…
Styles: No! See? That's not what they looked like in the Tank.
Janet: Styles…
Chuck: Shut up, all of you. (gestures, guards start moving the Marines, Janet and Vertag into the temple.)
Janet: Well, Vertag, you found your Order.
Vertag: These are not the Order.
(Inside the temple, they're herded into a very large stone cell with iron bars making up one wall. Guards untie the restraints. They exit and the cell door closes, Chuck on the outside.)
Chuck: You will wait here until the Scholars can assess your case. If they approve you for citizenship, you can join the Order.
Janet: Actually, we'd like to discuss your joining us. Earth. We're here to bring all Earthlings together.
Chuck: Yeah, we get those about once a season. (turns to Vertag) You'll notice that the cell has thick stone walls. And not a lot of room to move around. (as the room is about the size of a tennis court, with about 20 people in it, everyone looks confused) We'll be back just before the shrinking serum wears off to administer another dose. If you behave. If you don't, you'll grow inside the cell.
Vertag: Pushing my friends up against the walls or the bars and eventually turning us all into cake sauce.
Chuck: Oozing cake sauce. (to the armed escort) Come on. (They leave, closing a big metal door behind them. Vertag, Janet and the Marines are alone)
Janet: Not a friendly Order.
Vertag: They're not the Order. Those guys are interested in intellectual advancement. These guys are running from giant oppression.
Perez: They could still be waiting results of the IQ test to decide our fate.
Styles: Oh! Vertag! Come here! (kneels down beside a stone bench in the room, puts her elbow on it)   This may be my only chance to say I beat a giant at arm wrestling. (Vertag looks at her arm curiously, kneels and matches her position. She grabs his hand) One two three go. (She starts leaning on his hand. It doesn't move.)
Vertag: (not really exerting himself but not moving an inch) They said it wears off. The distant Atlanteans changed in a manner that hasn't worn off in centuries.
(The others crowd around the two. Styles lifts her knees off the floor, pushes and grunts, to no effect)
Shaver: So it's some chemical that has moved your extra mass and size…somewhere.
Perez: Could it be in another dimension or something? (Styles gives up all pretense, puts both hands on Vertag's fist and tries to yank it)
Shaver: If it is, it's not too far away. He seems to still have some access to his strength. (Shaver nods at two other Marines, they start to help Styles.)
Vertag: What is the point of this exercise?
Styles: (panting) It's supposed to be… you and I… trying to push… the other one's arm… to the bench.
Vertag: Ah. (relaxes, Styles flattens his arm) And then it's my turn? (returns his arm. Styles ducks as one of the helping Marines flies across the room) How do we know who wins?
Shaver: Yep. The giant's still in there somewhere.
Perez: If it's biochemical, I wonder if there's a metabolic half-life to the effect?
Vertag: Half-life?
Janet: It means, there's a time period where your body removes half of the shrinking serum, then half of the remaining serum, then half of what remains…
Vertag: Ah.
Shaver: So…if it's his metabolism that's doing it, then maybe there's something we can do to speed it up?
Vertag: Exercise?
Perez: Well, we don't know exactly what's taking the serum out of play. It could be that adrenaline would speed it up, or sweat, or drinking tea, or any number of things.
Vertag: Well, if I get a chance to work out, outside of the cage, then we'll see if that works.
Styles: The easiest workout would be to attack our jailors. But then they'd kill you.
Vertag: Maybe…..
Janet: No killing!
Styles: It's not up to him if they-
Janet: It certainly is! If he cooperates, they won't kill him. If he forces them to kill him when it isn't necessary, then it's his fault, too. (walks up to stare Vertag in the face) Promise me. No killing unless absolutely, absotively necessary!
Vertag: Your morals are going to be the death of me.
Janet: Promise me.
Vertag: Okay.   If I can escape, I'll do it, but I won't confront. Good enough?
Janet: Promise.
Vertag: On my mother's gravestone.
Perez: Your mother's not dead.
Vertag: What does that have to do with it? We herd snappers. We all had gravestones picked out.
Perez: (smiling) Well, then, that's probably as good as you're going to get, Janet.
Janet: Alright then. Now, we just have to see if the Scholars can listen to reason-
(The metal door to the holding areas clanks and begins to open. Marines, diplomat and giant all turn to watch. Fade to black)
To be continued.
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