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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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(In the courtyard, a shuttle hovers as several busses run down the ramp. At one edge of the activity, Vertag leans against a wall, watching. He holds a metal box that has Janet, sitting in a wheelchair.)
Adams (voice): Wreak, be advised that we need two more busses.
Wreak(voice): Colonel we sent sufficient vehicles for the reported number of transfers.
Adams (voice): Yes, Wreak, but we can’t have certain groups traveling together. Not if we want them all to arrive safely.
Vertag: Wreak.
Janet: Yes?
Vertag: This is the sister ship to the shuttle Inflict?
Janet: Yes. There are the Inflict, Exact, Wreak, Impose…
Vertag: Compel and Enforce. Yeah, I know. (points with his free hand) I just noticed, one of those teeth on the shark face? It has a scratch.
Janet: It might have hit something in transit, a fleck of meteor or what have you. It’s cosmetic, no threat to the ship.
Vertag: Yeah, but the Inflict has the exact same scratch. Third tooth up from the starboard side.
Janet: (uneasily) You don’t say?
Vertag: You know, a few generations back, a drug dealer took over a dairy. Shipped drugs out of the milking barn on the morning deliveries. He had ten wagons, numbered one through five and one through five. (smiles down at Janet) Cops followed the first five ones to leave the barn, and if they saw any of the other five during the day, they thought that there was already a cop following that one. (Janet undoes the brakes on her wheelchair. Vertag reaches down to re-engage them.) No, no. if you want to turn, just ask. (turns the box so they are facing each other) You guys wouldn’t be lying about the size of your fleet, would you? Renumbering the hulls, different voices on the radio? Making my bosses think that the forces in orbit are more overwhelming than they really are? Motivate their cooperation with a healthy dose of fear?
Janet: Vertag…(behind her, two gun turrets sweep in Vertag’s direction)
Vertag: (waves away the gun turrets) Please. I told you and not my boss. Fix the paint job, no harm done. (lifts Janet’s box closer to his face, smiles) Seriously. My government should be used to fear. They apply it often enough.
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(Vertag’s office. Janet walks shakily across a sheet of paper on his desk. Vertag supports her with a finger on each side of her. A Marine stands at the side with the wheelchair.)
Janet: Okay, that’s enough.
Vertag: No. Roth says a full page. You’re barely to the signature line.
Janet: (mutters) Thank God you giants never invented legal paper.
Vertag: Really? Would Brown or Peterson be the person to ask about legal paper?
Janet: Drop dead!
Vertag: (smiles, nods to the Marine, who wheels the chair over. Once Janet is settled in it, Marine leaves her and retreats to the SOG station) It’s been suggested, a time or two.
Janet: Not by anyone at this command, I hope?
Vertag: No, we’re getting along well enough (sits back in his chair). They seem to be rotating me through the officers on each mission, until you come back.
Janet: Sounds like fun.
Vertag: Yeah, I’ve started making bets with myself about who’s going to be sent on each mission. (lifts a folder, opens it) Today, we’re supposed to investigate reports of a chipmunk boy.
Janet: What?
Vertag: According to some interviews with rescued humans, some ship crashed in the forest. A little boy survived, somehow ended up living among the tree rats.
Janet: That…sounds like a really poor summer movie for the frat boy demographic.
Vertag: It’s apparently independently confirmed. (closes folder) I’ll be taking a team out to assess. If it’s Perez, she won’t want a whole lot of giant assistance. I don’t think she likes me much.
Janet: Actually, she’s taken something of a shine to you.
Vertag: Yeah, she likes me twice as much as any other giant on the planet. And almost as much as an infection in her-
Perez: AHEM!
Vertag: Major! Are you coming on the chipmunk trap?
Perez: It is an attempt to rescue a very confused, very lonely young man. Not something appropriate for levity.
Janet: Oh, come on, Damerae. It was a month before I knew he was even capable of levity.
Perez: Yes, ma’am. Sir, my team will be ready to depart at 0800.
Vertag: (looks at watch, does some mental math) That’s…fine, Major. I’ll be waiting. (She nods and departs)
Janet: See? Practically fawning over you.
Vertag: (shakes his head) Yeah, sure. Hey? I have an idea.
Janet: What?
Vertag: Your wheelchair seems a little low-tech. I think I can fix it.
Janet: How?
Vertag: (takes the handle and backs the chair across the top of his desk) Well, I used to have this toy Security Truck. You pushed down and backed it up, then let go (pushes her swiftly forward) and FWOOM!
Janet: (shrieks)
(A clearing bordered by forest, Vertag walks into view. He is dressed for the wilderness, carrying the bowling bag. He sets it down in the grass.)
Vertag: Now, somewhere in there, the boy that chews wood is waiting for you to rescue him. What I’d suggest…
Perez: Thank you! That’s all. We appreciate the ride, but he’s probably been raised to be leery of giants. So we’d better do this. (turns to her men/women) Come on, Marines. Let’s show him how this is done.
Vertag: (mutters) Wow. What a surprise. (Walks towards a tree, sits down leaning against the trunk)(Fade)
(Fade in: the Marines have assembled a lattice of ropes surrounding a pile of giant nuts. They huddle behind a blind)
Marine1: How long do we wait, Major?
Perez: Until he shows some sort of interest in the nuts.
Marine2: Are we even sure that he’s going to be interested in the nuts?
Perez: Roth says it’s what he’s probably eating here.
Marine1: Well, if I had a forest full of nuts, I don’t think I’d want-
(Something falls from above. An acorn hits one of the lattice supports, knocking it down. A few more acorns drop in quick succession, destroying the rope network and spreading the pile of nuts in all directions.)
Marine1: Guess he didn’t, either. (in the distance, a high pitched, chipmunk-like laugh is heard.
Perez: Okay. New plan. Maybe we get him something that he hasn’t had a lot of.
(Vertag opens a door and enters a room. The curtains a drawn, making the room dim, but we can see that here are mystical and occult looking symbols all around the room. He walks to a table with a crystal ball in the center and takes a seat. The ball mists up then clears to reveal a little woman in the center of it.)
CrystalWoman: Who is it that seeks the wisdom of the Gypsy Woman?
Vertag: Um, me?
CrystalWoman: Then prepare to be amazed, mortal! (The ball shines very brightly. Vertag shades his eyes. Puff of smoke, then a giant woman stands behind the now-empty ball. She’s dressed similar to the human-sized woman that was in the ball, enough to pass for the same woman at a passing glance.)
Gypsy: Madame Lassperheska is ready to show you your fortune.
Vertag: Wow. That’s amazing. You were in the glass bead, here?
Gypsy: It is a crystal ball, an artifact of great power. But that’s not why you are here, are you?
Vertag: No. I need to contact my boss.
Gypsy: And you need Madame Lassperheska for this?
Vertag: He’s dead.
Gypsy: Ah. Tell me who you wish to contact.
Vertag: Don’t take this wrong, but shouldn’t you be telling me who I want to contact.
Gypsy: The voices of the dead are loud today. Madame Lassperheska hears many who wish to speak to you. Who are you willing to speak to?
Vertag: My boss, Versht? He died before telling me…something. I need to know where he hid certain…papers. If you can help me find them, I’d be very, very grateful.
Gypsy: (Moans loudly) VERSHT! CITIZEN VERSHT! If you are among the recently deceased, let us know. (Vertag squirms on his seat, pressing a finger to his ear now and then.) I think…I think something is coming through.
Vertag: Is it him?
Gypsy: (passes hand over the ball) Is this the one you desire? (image forms in the ball)
Vertag: Well, yeah. Looks kind of like the picture that was in the paper the day after he…resisted arrest.
Gypsy: It is how many people will remember him. It has an affect on his current situation.
Vertag: I can see that. Yes, that’s the man I want to talk to.
Gypsy: And who are you?
Vertag: Beeko. I was one of his lieutenants.
Gypsy: And he wants you to know… he wants you to know…
Vertag: Yes?
Gypsy: It is difficult. Where he is now, he is losing contact with the living world, not caring about material possessions.
Vertag: I need to know where the adoption papers are for his daughter. Her disposition depends on finding them.
Gypsy: Ah… he does care about his little girl.. I see… I see…
Vertag: Little Girl? Lessala is in her thirties.
Gypsy: (pause) To the dead, time is sketchy. He sees her as she is, as she was, and as she will be at all times. The papers… The papers…
Vertag: Are they in the wall-safe?
Gypsy: He is not sure. Have you looked in the wall safe?
Vertag: I don’t know where the wall safe is.
Gypsy: They are in the wall safe. You must find the wall safe. In your search for the wall safe, you will likely come across the papers you seek. (she moans and collapses on the table)
Vertag: Um. Madame Lassperheska? (Another flash of light and a puff of smoke. The gypsy is gone and the simulated gypsy is in the sphere)
CrystalWoman: That will be all. Madame Lassperheska tires. You can leave the fee beside the crystal ball, here. (she sags)
Vertag: (pulls Captain Brown out of the Earthling Holster under his jacket, places him before the crystal ball.) How’s this for payment?
Brown: Now that was cool! Especially without any sort of internet search. I caught most of the conversation on the radio. What did you use for the figure of Versht?
CrystalWoman: Um… (sound of a giant door slamming)
Vertag: (looks to the back, starts to rise) Is she carrying any Earthlings with her?
CrystalWoman: No. No, we’re all in here. Under the table. Are you going to arrest her?
Vertag: (sitting back down) Eh. I don’t feel like a chase scene today.
Brown: How do we get to where you are?
(Back in the forest Marines finish laying out a small table of more human foods. There’s a half a chicken, some beef, a cream pie, a few others foods. Perez kicks a last leaf over the ropes laid around the table and heads for the blind. Marines sit patiently waiting. We shift POV to look at the blind from the table and see Perez, Marines 1, 2, 3, 4 and a dirty-haired teen, all in a row, looking at the food.)
Marine1: Any idea if he knows what chicken is?
Marine2: If the kid even partially remembers solid food from before the crash…
Marine3: Dude! He’s not going to smell anything over Gaston.
Marine4: What do you mean? At least I showered this week. You’re the one that reeks.
(All five Marines sniff)
Perez: Better not be anyone in MY company that smells like that… (They turn. Teen smiles. They all try to tackle him, he eels free, runs to and up a tree. Mocking laughter called down)
Marine4: ( bottom of dogpile) Capturing that kid is becoming a moral imperative.
Perez: We’re not capturing him. We’re rescuing him. If we have to hog tie him, we’re rescuing him.
(Vertag walks into a hospital, into a surgical theatre. Watches a surgeon finish opening up a wound.)
Doc: Okay, let’s have ‘em.
Nurse: Here they are, doctor. (Hands over a tray with three humans on it. They’re suited in surgical scrubs. Lowered into the cavity, they fish around for bits of debris, cleaning the wound. They hand the debris out, feel around for more. Fade)
(Fade in, Doc is washing up, three humans removing their completely bloodsoaked scrubs, wading into a vessel of soapy water. Vertag facing doc beside the sink.)
Doc: No. No, it’s quite impossible. There’s no way I could have removed all that debris without them. They saved a life today. I’m sorry, Agent Vertag, but SID cannot have my medical assistant Earthlings. People are always being in accidents that need precision debridement.
Vertag: Well, the return of the Earthlings to their world brings back a benefit. They have been trading advanced medical knowledge and some engineering tricks. We can build tools that do the work of ten medical assistant Earthlings.
Doc: Get me the tools to replace them, you can have them.
Vertag: ‘Kay. (reaches into his pocket, pulls out a slightly disheveled Dr. Roth. Places him on the counter, then reaches back into his pocket. Pulls out something that looks like a giant sonic screwdriver. With a strap that Roth dons. Then Vertag puts a tray of diverse materials down.)
Roth: This is a Magic Magnet. It has a number of industrial applications, but I really enjoy using it in surgery. (Doc and the assistant Earthlings stare) Set it to here, (adjusts a control, waves it over the tray) it collects glass. (glass shards jump up to adhere to the probe end much like metal to a standard magnet). You can also pick up aluminum (metal shards jump up while the glass drops), gravel (demonstrates. Doc smiles wide.), (fade)
(Fade in: Perez and her team assemble some complicated device in the grass. Metal rods stick out from behind some canvas tarps. Up above, the teen looks down curiously from a branch.)
Marine2: (whispers) He’s above us, Major.
Perez: (whispers) Yep.
Marine3: (whispers) Think he’ll fall for it?
Perez: (whispers) Third time’s the charm.
Marine1: (under a covering piece of canvas, sets a tube into the dirt) (whispers ) Last stun gun’s armed, Major.
Perez: (Loud) Okay! (Up in the tree, the teen ducks out of sight at her voice) We’re done. Everyone back to the…(slumps slightly) bowling bag.
(Group walks quickly to the side. A few steps into the grass, they duck down and sneak back to view the contraption. After a while, the teen appears, poking around.)
Marine4: (softly) Yes!
(Teen touches the canvas. There’s a popping sound. He jumps straight up into the air as an electrical charge snaps in the air. Grabs a rod and swings to the side. Ducks another snap of electricity. Misses grabbing another rod, falls to the ground. The Marines charge forward. He eels through them again. Marine3 sets off the last stunner, drops like a stone. Kid reaches the trunk of a tree, giggles like a fiend and runs.)
Marine2: He thinks it’s a game!
Perez: Then we take the game to his field. (Kicks a discharged stunner) Somebody grab Foster.
(Vertag walks around an office. It’s an academic’s workplace, full of books and a wealth of mounted butterflies. Vertag looks at one twice as big across as his spread hand. An older woman sits at a desk.)
Professora: Yes, I’ve heard of the Exchange, agent. But they said it was for Earthlings.
Vertag: Yes, Professora. But as far as the humans are concerned-
Peterson: (retches) Oh, god.
Vertag: (grimaces, gently lifts Peterson to the top shelf of a cluttered bookcase, between two covered objects. The officer kneels and breathes deeply) I swear, you’re the worst partner…
Professora: (smiles) Ah. Some get like that. (steps to the bookcase, lifts one of the covers revealing a cage. Six human males on bunks sit up at the light, gather at the cage wall and look over sympathetically at Peterson) I’ve been lucky with my guys. Which is good, as we travel everywhere, don’t we?
Vertag: What exactly do your Little People do for you, Professora?
Professora: They find things for me. (points to a mounted butterfly) They found that, in cocoon form, outside of Mining City. No one else has ever even seen one. And that (points), they found in a spider’s web. Killed the spider and drew me over to rescue it.
Vertag: And kill it.
Professora: Well, rescue from a horrible death to a much more aesthetically pleasing afterlife.
Vertag: How about that, Peterson? If you die on one of these trips, would you like to be stuffed and mounted?
Professora: Oh, don’t tease the poor little thing.
Vertag: Sorry. Um. Are you saying that you let your Little People run around loose in the wild?
Professora: Of course. You can’t find rare insects on a leash.
Vertag: So how could you be sure they’d come back to you at the end of the day?
Professora: It was a certainty, young man. (lifts the other cover. Three human women in rough lingerie lay on large red cushions. They smile invitingly over at Peterson.) The three best collectors got to spend the night in the Delight Cage.
Vertag: Uh huh.
Peterson: Why, hello there.
Vertag: So, all nine of your pets here were born in captivity?
Professora: Yes, they were. Are you saying that the government will still give out cash rewards for them, too?
Vertag: Yes, I am. The Earthlings are very interested in all the humans, no matter where they were born.
Professora: Oh. Well, I was getting too old for field work anyway. All the scrappers in the tents, the feral humans trying to open the Delight Cage, undergrad cooking. Alright, then. I suppose I can let them go to a better home.
Vertag: Great. I have some forms here…(fade)
(Back in the clearing, Vertag walks across the grass. Finds the bowling bag, empty, keeps walking. At the edge of the forest, sees a Marine. The woman is dangling from a branch, about his eye-height, tangled up in climbing ropes. She twists in a light breeze as the agent walks closer. He regards her with a raised eyebrow but doesn’t move to touch her.)
Marine2: Agent Vertag, may I take this opportunity to express my deep appreciation for all of SID, and their efforts to support the human exchange?
Vertag: (smiles) You may. (cups a hand under her long enough for her to stand, untangle and unclip. He holds her for a second) Where’s everybody else?
Marine2: In much the same condition, here and there. (she points, he steps forward) (Fade out)
(Fade in, Perez and team stand outside of the bowling bag as Vertag kneels beside it)
Vertag: No luck?
Perez: Not so far. But we’ll get him.
Vertag: Mind if I try?
Perez: Sir, I appreciate your assistance in untangling my team, but this is our-
Vertag: You’ve had four days, Major. Can I have half an hour?
Perez: (blows air out) Fine. Sure. We were going to call it a day anyway.
(Vertag pushes a wheelbarrow across the clearing. Under the trees, he sets out a large metal washbasin. He pours water from a large thermos into the bottom. We see a few wisps of steam rising. Then he pulls the Delight Cage out of the wheelbarrow and holds it down above the water. The three human women undress and jump down in. We don’t see them in the water but hear their voices)
Tart1: Oh! It’s so warm!
Tart2: Very nice!
Tart3: Thank you, sir!
Vertag: My pleasure. You know what to do?
Tart1: Yes, sir.
Vertag: Okay. (pulls out a small bottle of liquid soap, squeezes out three dollops) Now, scrub away. (He takes the wheelbarrow off across the clearing. Behind him there are splashes and giggles. At the far side of the grassy area, he pushes the barrow behind a tree and takes up a pair of binoculars. As he aims them across the clearing we see that Perez and team, and Peterson are strung across a tree root near him, also scanning with binoculars)
Marine3: This is so very red-light.
Perez: I agree. But at this point, anything that works will…
Marine1: There he is! In the branch straight up from the left handle of the tub. (everyone aims their binocs to follow)
(The teen is staring, bug-eyed and open mouthed, down into the tub. He gets further and further out on the end of the branch. It dips lower and lower. The girls giggle louder and splash more. He falls into the tub)
Tart3: Oh! My, my, my. Aren’t you a dirty little thing?
Tart2: I think we should clean him up.
Tart1: I think he wants us to.
Perez: Okay, let’s go get him.
Vertag: Not so fast… You want him to find socialization with humans to be attractive, don’t you? Let them show him that it’s a good thing to be with people.(fade as the giggling gets deeper and slower)
(Fade into Vertag’s office. He’s writing something down as the elevator opens. Janet storms out on her wheelchair.)
Janet: You absolute bastard!
Vertag: (flips pencil up into the air, sinks back in his chair) No, actually, I looked it up. My parents were contracted to each other, and also licensed for children.
Janet: You have the gall-
Vertag: Hold on! That kid was kicking Marine butt. They were going to have to move to tactics that might have hurt him. Gassing the area and hoping he didn’t fall off a branch, or springing traps that were fast enough and strong enough to break bones, or shooting darts that could have caused lasting harm.
Janet: I don’t care about-
Vertag: Or, to keep him safe, the Marines would have had to take greater risks. I got him down safe.
Janet: Yes. Fine. But you did it by exploiting those poor women!
Vertag: And now you can teach them that sex is bad and they should be ashamed of everything the giants made them do.
Janet: That’s not exactly what we think.
Vertag: Well. At least one giant asked them to help save a life. (stands up) I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. And I’m not in the mood to be talked into it. (picks up wheelchair and deposits Janet by the SOG) Secure your station and take her back to Dr. Roth. He doesn’t like his patients agitated. (He stands and walks out of his office)
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