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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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(At night in a giant diner, Lessala and Vertag sit in a booth having dinner. Janet has a seat/table set up between them.)
Lessala: So what was it like, being that small?
Vertag: I don’t know.
Lessala: What do you mean, you don’t know?
Vertag: Because the entire time, I was this tall. (holds his hand flat, at the top of his skull)
Lessala: But really, you were… (holds her hand near Janet. Janet uses her cane to push Lessala’s hand up a little bit)…this tall.
Vertag: Not from where I was standing.
Janet: We didn’t interact with any giants or anything really giant sized while we were in the Tank.
Lessala: Wow, that would have been weird.
Janet: What do you mean?
Lessala: Oh, being held in a hand, or being beside a foot that could crush you, or lifted up high enough that the fall would be fatal. Weird.
Vertag: Lessala? (nods to Janet)
Janet: Welcome to my life.
Lessala: Oh! Oh, gosh, sweetheart! I didn’t mean that you don’t… That you were…
Vertag: You should shut up, now.
Janet: It’s okay, Lessala. I understand what you mean.
Lessala: I’m sorry. It’s just… Earthlings have always been your size. I never imagined being your size.
Janet: Well, if we ever figure out how it happened, maybe you can walk a mile in my shoes.
Lessala: A mile? Why would it take a mile?
Vertag: Our mile or your mile? Because making a shrunken Lessala walk a giant’s mile would be cruel enough in her own hiking boots.
Janet: No, no, it’s an expression. It means… (she notices the two giants smiling) Oh, shut up.
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(Vertag sorts through some pictures on his desk. To one side, the SOG stares at his face)
Vertag: (not looking up) Something I can do for you Sergeant Styles?
Styles: So was that or wasn’t that you?
Vertag: (sits back, turns to face her) I experienced being in the Tank, on a scale with Janet and the other humans. I spoke with you, I spoke with Janet, and when I went into the room later, the humans remembered the fights that broke out. But I was also in my bed the whole time. Depends on how you define ‘me,’ I guess.
Styles: Well. New standing orders, anyone that says they’re you, they get an instant interview with the Colonel.
Vertag: Hopefully, that will never be necessary. No offense, but I’m perfectly happy up here.
Styles: I understand, sir. I think I’d be dreidel foster dumping myself.
Vertag: What?
Styles: (slumping, holds her forehead) Oh, my head is fashet. Totally fashet. (she sprawls across the podium)
Vertag: Styles? Sergeant? (pokes her gently. No response) Little Marine person? (scoops her up and holds her in cupped hands) Lessala? Ever see a Marine drunk on duty?
Lessala: (entering the office) Lemee see! (he shows her) Ooooh. She looks out of it. Was she singing?
Vertag: Nope. Just nonsense. Then a headache, I think, then she falls down and starts snoring.
Lessala: (squinting at his cupped hands) And drooling.
Vertag: Eugh. (stands) Well, I’ll take her to their medical tent. (walks to and through the security door. Down the hall of the giant building, out the door to the compound. As he opens the door, a Marine swings by. He dangles from the door frame on a climbing rope. Arms spread, he passes Vertag about head-high)
Marine: I can FLY! (As Vertag watches, he suddenly grabs his head and slumps over. When he slows, Vertag plucks him off the rope and cups him with Styles. Takes a step out into the courtyard of the compound. A number of Marines are sprawled on the ground. Some in pain, most are unconscious.)
Vertag: Someone have a party and not tell the giants?
(At the smaller opening of the Earthling Building, a tank barrels through, man in the turret shouting ‘yee-haw’ and the like. It tips over on one tread as he turns, then crashes down and stops. He slumps down out of the turret.)
Vertag: (reaches down to touch a fingertip to Styles’ forehead) I think you have a fever, Sergeant. That might mean…(eyes go wide) Oh. Oh, no.
(Reception: Vertag rushes up to Lessala’s desk, hands her the two Marines.)
Vertag: Watch them for a moment, will you? (without waiting for an answer he goes in his office and shuts the door)
Lessala: Yeah…. Sure….
(In his office, he starts dialing a telephone number. There are quite a few digits. When he stops dialing, he pulls a leather bag out of his desk drawer and opens it one-handed. A strange electronic device with many dials and lights is revealed.   The lights are out.)
Vertag: Coastal City. I need to speak to Ressel.
(Adjusts some settings on the device while he waits)
Vertag: Go secure. (clicks a switch on the device, lights start to flash)
(In a surveillance car parked in the street, two policemen suddenly sit upright to a burst of static)
Cop1: What happened?
Cop2: I don’t know. (taps the radio) He said secure, then the system went dead.
Cop1: You told me you knew all the jammers SID owned.
Cop2: Maybe this one isn’t SID?
(Back in his office, Vertag talks on the phone)
Vertag: Yeah. The one we got off of that exterminator in Landing. I think I recognize some of the effects. Who all had access to that tech after we isolated it? (listens) I was afraid of that. Now, how hard would it be to retune that to something other than people? (listens) And how about for, say, Earthlings? (listens) Well, has anyone done that? Even a rumor? Okay, thanks. (hangs up, turns off device) Oh, what a mess.
(Phone rings, Vertag glances at it, but doesn’t answer.)
Vertag: (mumbles) Much too busy. (Stands. The phone ring changes patterns. Brip-brip becomes brip-brip-brip-pause, ding, pause, ding-brip-brip-brippa bripped) (Vertag stares at the phone, then takes up the receiver.) Okay, you have my attention.
(Up in the Excelsior, an Admiral speaks to a mike in the control room)
Admiral: Agent Vertag? We need to talk?
Vertag (voice): Okay. Who is this?
Admiral: I’d rather not say until you turn on that security device once more.
Vertag (voice): What the- Okay. Go secure.
Tech1: Matching, Admiral. Go ahead, sir.
Admiral: Agent Vertag, this is Admiral Parker.
(Cut to Vertag’s office)
Vertag: (looks at handset, then looks up at ceiling) As in, orbiting over my head, human Admiral?
Admiral (voice): That it is, sir.
Vertag: Wow. That’s impressive. (looks down at his jammer) Very impressive.
Admiral (voice): Thank you. Agent, we’ve lost contact with the garrison at your location.
Vertag: So have I. I believe it’s an attack. I’ve seen something like this before.
Admiral (voice): We have a shuttle on the way to your location. Can we help our personnel or should we evacuate them?
Vertag: Actually, sir, you need to recall that ship. If it’s an attack, they’re likely hoping for the shuttle to appear.
Admiral (voice): To attack it?
Vertag: To shoot it down, or to capture it. There’s a lot of technology on that thing my people would kill to acquire.
Admiral (voice): So what can we do?
Vertag: Um… Well, I’m not sure about the sensor capabilities of your Fleet. Can you locate powered energy usage on the surface?
(control room)
Admiral: If we could, Agent, that might be something we might classify. Something we wouldn’t want to reveal to a possible enemy.
Vertag (voice): Oh, sure. Fine. I understand. Just send the shuttle down, then. Can you give me ten minutes to get my secretary and I to a safe distance from the crash site?
Admiral: (turns to the Commander running the control room. She shrugs. He shakes his head ruefully) Alright, yes. We can. What would we be looking for? (gestures towards a tech)
(Vertag’s office)
Vertag:    (looking at map of the compound) Four power projectors, equally distant from either the Earthling Building or the center of the staging area.
Admiral (voice): Where the shuttles land.
Vertag:   Shuttles (stresses plural), yes.
Admiral (voice): My tech says there are five hot spots.
Vertag: Five?
Admiral (voice): Yes, four seem to be about two of your city blocks away from the center of the landing zone. One to the North East, one to the South East, one-
Vertag:   And the one that isn’t part of the pattern?
Admiral (voice): That’s to the North of your location.
Vertag:    Huh. (looks at map for a moment) Right across from the gate on that wall, I’d guess?
Admiral (voice): Yes.
Vertag:    Okay. That’ll be someone’s stealth. The guys settin’ out to plunder them some Earthlin’ tech-nawl-o-gee.
Admiral (voice): Um…yes.
Vertag:    Sorry. Janet’s been showing me some Earth movies.
Admiral (voice): Yes, well. Do you require backup?
Vertag:    That’d be nice, but all your people are incapacitated.
Admiral (voice): Not everyone. There were a couple of people talking to some humans outside the compound.
Vertag: Couple? Are they carrying anything lethal?
Admiral (voice): I’ll patch you through to Miss Crane.
Vertag: Crane? (smiles) Janet, are you okay?
(In a drain, Janet holds a radio. Major Brown and a couple of Marines face both directions in the pipe. They hold rifles, but Janet packs her grenade launcher, one of the Marines has some LAW tubes strapped to his back)
Janet: We’re fine. Where can we meet?
Vertag:    (looks to the map) Depends on where the fifth power spot is exactly at. (fade out)
(Fade in: Facing the gate on the North wall from outside the compound. It opens and Vertag pokes his head out. View shifts to look from his position to the North. A long empty field of grass stretches away from the wall. Vertag steps completely out from behind the door and raises a bazooka to his shoulder)
Vertag: The Earthlings know what’s going on and where you’re at. You’ve got two minutes to convince me not to fire this thing. (he flips up a target sight)
Lessala: (Peeking out of the gate) Who are you talking to?
Vertag: I don’t know. Maybe we can identify them from the dental-
(The grassy view wavers for a second, then runs like water. Now we see a large vehicle in the field. Something like a cross between a wrecker and a cherry picker, there are jointed arms with saw blades and powered grips at the ends. The top of the cab has four projector domes that are brightly lit but quickly fading. Behind the cab is a large open cargo area. Several men stand there, holding power tools, looking curiously over at the gate. A man steps down from the cab.)
Mayshus: Are you out of your MIND!?!
Vertag: Mayshus. I thought you were dead! (Settles the bazooka closer and looks through the sight) Well, give me a moment…
Lessala: You know this guy?
Vertag: An SID agent. Died in the line of duty on an undercover assignment. (lowers weapon) Of course, if he faked his death, then he was sympathetic to the people he was supposed to be infiltrating.
Lessala: Who was that?
Vertag: Third Nation Capital Security.
Mayshus: That was part of a greater plan you weren’t authorized-
Vertag: To know about, yeah, yeah. A story that’s indistinguishable from you just being a horrible liar.
Mayshus: (stamping closer to the gate) You are in direct violation of a headquarters directive -
Vertag: Why does every evil bastard try to convince me that they’re working for headquarters?
Lessala: Because your headquarters is full of evil bastards?
Vertag: Yes, but that’s traditional. Mayshus, get your men off the truck and walk towards the trees. I don’t want to hurt anyone I don’t have to.
Mayshus: You wouldn’t dare. (he steps to the side, out of Vertag’s line of fire. Lessala raises a pistol to aim at him. He pauses.) Seriously, Vertag! If you fire, we won’t turn off the paralyzers. And what happens to your little Earthlings then?
Vertag: Can’t pass up a line like that. NOW!
(At the edge of the field we see a cement culvert. Brown and Janet peer out of the culvert. Brown speaks into a radio.)
Mayshus: Now, what?
Vertag: You’ll see. I’ll give you a hint. Crowbars.
Mayshus: Crowbars?
Lessala: Crowbars?
Vertag: Yeah. Seems that the Earthers have these metal rods. (glances up at the sky. Lessala and Mayshus look up) And they drop them on people.
Mayshus: An Earthling crowbar? Dropped on someone? What, they have a military unit that runs around whacking giants on the big toe? Too bad, I have steel-toed-
(Light in the sky spreads to four shafts of lightning. They flash straight down and simultaneously hit the ground around the compound, about two blocks away from each of the four corners. The ground shakes. Mayshus and Lessala drop flat, the workers in the truck rush out and drop to the ground. Huge streaks of fire and dust flash up from the impact points. Vertag rocks a bit, steadying himself on the wall.)
Vertag: Oh. Did I mention, these crowbars fall at reentry velocity? (A haze of dust spreads out from the trees, crossing the grassy field.) The paralyzers are off, Mayshus. And if this truck is here when the shuttle lands, it’s going to drop an atomic on it. I can’t have that. For one thing, it’ll put the snapper among the chickens with my landscaping budget.
Mayshus: You MORON! (stands back up and starts stomping towards Vertag. Lessala sits up and aims her gun, he ignores her) I am operating with the FULL knowledge and authority of the Directorate! You are to assist me!
Vertag: No one told me about this. (Gravel and clumps of vegetation begin to fall out of the sky. Lessala steps back to the gate for some minimal cover. The workers start to crawl back to the truck)
Mayshus: You weren’t cleared for this level of operations.
Vertag: Ah. Clearance. (raises the weapon once more) Allow me to demonstrate my ‘need to know.’ (Fires. Truck goes kablooey. Workers tear off across the grass. The dust clouds from the strikes swarms over the burning vehicle and shrouds Mayshus and company. Vertag tosses the weapon back through the gate, turns to Lessala) Get inside, lock this up.
Lessala: What about you?
Vertag: Some Marines are still out here, over at the ditch. I gotta make sure they’re okay. (pulls shirt up over his mouth, draws his pistol and walks into the dust cloud. Lessala closes the gate)
(Two Marines help Janet limp away from the opening of the culvert. Brown remains at the opening, talking to his radio)
Brown: No, Admiral, we’re unable to assess the damage from our location.
Adams (voice): What the hell is going on?
Brown: Sir! Are you alright?
Adams (voice): I have a headache that could make a Brahma bull stab himself in the eye with a branding iron, but I appear to be whole. Why does my entire command seem to have the mother of all hangovers, Captain?
Brown: It was a giant attack, sir. Some sort of energy wave that affected the brain. Agent Vertag has some experience with the method and identified it, helped deal with it. Everyone should be recovering.
Adams (voice): If this is recovering, I’ll stay out of Rehab. Now can anyone explain the boulders falling out of the sky?
Admiral (voice): There were four kinetic strikes around your position, Colonel.
Adams (voice): Looks like I slept through the whole engagement.
Admiral (voice): I’ll need a report on this incident as soon as you can, Adams.
Adams (voice): Soon as my eyes uncross, sir. Captain, get your people in here to help clean up.
Brown: On the way, sir. (secures radio, starts to turn towards the others. Behind him, Mayshus staggers out of the dust and falls in the ditch. He looks up to see Earthlings in the culvert)
Mayshus: You! You people did this!
Brown: (raises his rifle) Stay back! I don’t want to hurt you.
Mayshus: I keep hearing that. (raises his hand to grab Brown.) I guess everyone in the Exchange is a pacifist. (His wrist explodes)
Janet: (leaning on a Marine as she reloads her launcher) You didn’t hear that from me!
(Mayshus clutches his wrist to his chest, screams. Brown runs up the pipe, Marines bodily lift Janet into a Hummer and evacuate)
(Vertag walks up along the ditch, looking for the culvert. Find’s Mayshus at the opening. Drops down, gun aimed at the other giant’s head. Prods, gets no response. Checks for a pulse, finds the amputated limb and a great deal of blood)
Vertag: (looking at the bloody stump) You threatened Janet, I see. (drops the limb, glances in the pipe) Why do I keep thinking she needs rescue?
(Jackala and police are searching the area around a large burnt wreck. There is a small crater under the center of the wreckage. Vertag walks up to Jackala.)
Jackala: You really outdid yourself with this one, Agent.
Vertag: I can’t imagine how you could possibly blame this one on me, Commissioner.
Jackala: Five explosions, all surrounding the restricted area you control? Seven dead found, unidentifiable technology scattered across the place, a whole city smelling of ozone…
Vertag: (looks at wreckage and shakes his head) I appreciate the confidence you have in my abilities, but I was sorting my files when this happened.
Jackala: So you have no idea what was here? Or what happened to it?
Janet: Lightning?
Jackala: (glares down at the holster) You said something?
Janet: Our tech people measured some unusual weather this afternoon. Lightning, but without a cloud in the sky. Maybe someone had a set of lightning generators they were playing with. And they went off.
Jackala: Went off?
Vertag: Yeah. (gestures to burnt ruin) Went off.
Jackala: (Hand to forehead) Get away from my investigation.
Vertag: Sure thing, Commissioner. (turns to go) You call, I show up. You tell me to leave, I leave.
Janet: I hope he appreciates how cooperative you are, Agent Vertag.
Vertag: I hope he does, Miss Crane, I hope he does.
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