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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 3	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Open in a conference room on the Excelsior. Several diplomats, including Janet and Drury, surround a table with a few Admirals. At the end of the conference table, a large TV screen displays the face of Tolag, a member of the Directorate)
Tolag: I don't understand why you left the planet so precipitously, Admiral. None of my people do.
Admiral 1: The evacuation went into motion when one of your people fired a weapon in close proximity to some defenseless humans.
Tolag: Fired, you say? Are you sure he actually fired, or merely appeared about to.
Admiral 1: (glances at an e-reader display) He pulled a gun on Agent Vertag and attempted to shoot him. Vertag fought with Agent Disskar over the weapon. During the fight, Vertag said: "You were going to shoot me where the Earthlings could see?" Disskar said "It would quickly establish the new working relationship." Then the gun went off and Disskar fell to the floor.
Admiral 2: The doctors and patients in the Cancer Tank were watching. Several were traumatized. A stray shot might have hit the tank.
Admiral 1: Our people on site found the phrase 'new working relationship' a little ominous and called for an evacuation until we could reestablish, well, a good working relationship.
Admiral 3: We don't know what was wrong with the one we had.
Tolag: Of course you wouldn't. You trusted Agent Vertag.
Admiral 1: No farther than we could throw him. And even then, we'd have used a ruler to verify the distance.
Tolag: (shakes his head) Miss Crane counted on his input in a crucial moment. She, at least, trusted him. Which presents a problem.
Admiral 3: And that would be?
Tolag: We've found evidence that Agent Vertag was working with rebel forces. To wit, he willfully hired a-
Admiral 1: Are you going to tell us about Lessala being 2^nd nation? We knew that before the Marines landed.
Tolag: I...well, she-
Admiral 2: And she actually worked for a splinter group within 2^nd Nation's government. We found that out, too.
Admiral 4: We're also aware that Lessala and Agent Vertag were intimate enough that their judgments might have been compromised. (Janet clears her throat) Might have. At least with respect to each other.
Tolag: Oh. And you still....worked with her? With them?
Admiral 1: We wanted to get our people, all of our people, off of the planet. Away from giant captivity. No hostages, no coerced technology. We'd have worked with the devil himself to accomplish that.
Tolag: Which you have.
Admiral 1: Yes. And then, we wanted to get our hands on your 'skirries' cure. We'd have signed the devil's contract, with extended warranty, for that.
Tolag: But you left that.
Admiral 3: The 'new working relationship' sounded too much like you'd be holding our patients hostage against technology. (shakes her head) That's too much lost after all we've gained.
(Cut to the other side of the conversation. Tolag sits at his desk in a rather spare office. A small TV screen on the desk shows the conference room. Several giants in suits stand in front of his desk)
Tolag: That was not the plan. We were consolidating your access to the cure to reduce our costs. And we intended to put the process entirely under Directorate control. Agent Disskar's instructions were to merely arrest Agent Vertag.
Admiral 3: There wasn't an arrest in progress.
Tolag: (shrugs) Disskar was an experienced and decorated field agent. If he felt that his life was threatened by Vertag, he may have taken steps.
Admiral 1: We saw-
Tolag: Whatever you saw, or think you saw, is not really as important as how we are to get this exchange back on track. Will you be bringing your skirries patients back down to the planet?
Admiral 2: We'd like to, of course. But we want to be sure we can protect our people
Admiral 3:   That may take a radical redesign of the whole process.
Tolag: Well. Whenever you can design such a thing, you should let us know.
Admiral 2: First we have to-
Tolag: (shuts the TV off) You have to grow up, you little weasels. (to the people in his office) Public outcry among their skirries patients, and those that love them, will do more for their cooperation than anything we can promise. Keffet? How goes the search for our rogue agent and his girlfriend?
Keffet: Special Assignment has made the two of them our top priority.
Tolag: Excellent. But considering how easily they evaded your crack team-
Givve: Evaded? They eviscerated it!
Keffet: Hey!
Tolag: That was what I was thinking, Keffet. If the rest of SID has any better ideas on how to deal with our problem, I'd like to hear it.
Givve: I've put Inspector Dordell in charge of locating the fugitives. He's worked with Vertag more than anyone, especially for the last three years.
Keffet: Big help he was in the raid.
Givve: Your arrogant officer specifically said he didn't need-
Keffet: But after Disskar was shot they-
Tolag: Ahem. (they shut up) Nothing Dordell does will hamper your efforts, surely?
Keffet: No, sir.
Tolag: And SID forces will keep SA fully apprised of anything they discover?
Givve: Of course, sir.
Tolag: Great. Then he's nearly in the bag, isn't he? And then maybe he can be persuaded to help us get the Little People to cooperate once more.
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Roll Titles
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(Open with an exterior shot of a small steaming cargo ship at anchor. The shore is visible but it's not close. A patrol boat is tying up alongside. Crewmen toss down a rope ladder.)
(Cut to the inside of the ship, a Passenger lounge. Several giants sit at a table or in chairs. Most are talking around the table. Two giants in hooded sweatshirts sit in corner chairs and read quietly. Their faces are hidden by the hoods.)
Passenger 1: Never been inspected this far from the shore before.
Passenger 2: I wonder what it means?
Passenger 3: I heard there's a plague spreading.
Passenger 4: I heard there's some terrorist they're trying to find.
Passenger 5: SID would just blow up the ship if they thought-
Passenger 1: No, they would not. They'd let us tie up and offload the cargo.
Passenger 2: Then shoot us all.
Passenger 1: Exactly. Better safe than sorry, I say.
Passenger 4: Even if you're the one that gets shot?
Passenger 1: Society has the right to protect itself.
Passenger 4: But we're society! Aren't we part of what they're supposed to be protecting?
Passenger 6: Ahem. (glances to hooded characters) Before we let this entirely hypothetical conversation get too critical of our political protectors...(trails off)
Passenger 1: Yes, yes, purely hypothetical.
Passenger 3: Almost poetic license, really.
Passenger 5: An exercise in... In...
Passenger 4: Hey, did you hear the one about the plane crash in the wilderness?
Passenger (all): Some variation of 'why, no, tell us!'
Passenger 4: Seems a plane went down in the wilderness. Four men survived. One from Mining City, one from River City, one from Industry City and one from Capitol City. Desolation for miles and miles
(cut to the weather deck. The captain and two crewmen receive seven SID agents)
Captain: This is very irregular! Being inspected this far out to-
SID1: Yes. It is. Where are your crew? Your Passengers?
Captain: Crew's in the mess as you ordered. Except for those in the bridge and the engine room. Passengers are in the lounge. You know, you could have explained-
SID1: (points to one sailor and then to one SID agent) Take him to the bridge, inspect the crew and secure the ship. (agent and sailor depart, points to another minion and the other sailor) He'll escort you to the engine room, start there. (they leave) The rest of you, start with the crew's mess, then the cargo. Captain, take me to the Passengers.
(Cut to the lounge where Passenger 4 finishes his joke)
Passenger 4: Coastal guy winks, makes a big deal of looking left, looking right, then shouts: Hey! Are you making a BOMB?
(Passengers laugh. They stop suddenly as SID agents enter the lounge.)
SID1: SID! Please remain seated, citizens. If you have nothing to hide, this will be over quickly.
Passenger 4: Looking forward to fully cooperating, Agent.
Passenger 1: Yes, we certainly are.
Passenger 2: Of course.
SID1: (waves to the hooded pair) You two! Join the rest of us. (Hooded Passengers walk a bit closer to the table, take seats)
Passenger 7: Is it them?
SID1: Is what them?
Passenger 1: We heard you're looking for someone.
Passenger 2: I knew it was them.
Passenger 6: They've been acting weird.
SID1: (to captain) You didn't tell us you had weird passangers.
Captain: No one told me!
Passenger 5: Very weird. Keeping to themselves, wandering the ship.
SID1: Wait, which is it?
Passenger 5: What?
SID1: Keeping to themselves or wandering around?
Passenger 5: Both.
Passenger 2: They wander around the ship, but they don't talk to people when they do.
Passenger 1: They don't even talk to each other!
Passenger 3: Sounds like you were spying on them.
Passenger 1: NO!
Passenger 5: We just....noticed.
SID1: Well, anyway, I need to see everyone's papers. (Passengers produce wallets. As the hooded ones reach into pockets, everyone tenses. SID1 reaches towards gun on his belt)
(One hooded man pulls out his SID badge and shows it. Pulls his hood back to reveal Tettskin.)
Tettskin: SID. We're monitoring the ship to see if the fugitives were on it. (behind him, Stogga removes his hood and produces his badge)
SID1: And are they?
Tettskin: No. But...(points to Passengers 1, 3 and 4) Arrest that one, that one and take that one in for questioning.
Passenger 1: What?
Passenger 4: What for?
Passenger 3: Oh, please!
SID1: (producing handcuffs) Alright. Charges?
Stogga: (cuffing 1) This one's smuggling diamonds in the cargo hold.
Passenger 1: I never!
Tettskin: (to 3) That one has shared gossip that's restricted. Interview him for the source.
Passenger 3: (gulp)

(Tettskin grabs 4)
Stogga: What did he do?
Tettskin: I just want to give him a hard time. He tells lousy jokes.
Stogga: But sir! Vertag always said we shouldn't abuse our posi- (stops suddenly)
Tettskin: Try to keep up, Stogga. Don't invoke heroes that you're supposed to arrest on sight. C'mon, you. (camera pans as they escort prisoners out. Points to a porthole. Zooms to and through the porthole. Pans to show the patrol boat tied alongside. Drops to and passes the waterline. Camera zooms through the murky water until a shape appears.   A minisub is attached to the ship's keel. Zoom to and through the hull.)
(Inside a very cramped cockpit of the minisub. There is one seat for a pilot and two bunks. Vertag is on the lower bunk, Lessala on the top. The interior is not very finished. Pipes and valves everywhere.)
(Just as the camera stops moving, the sub starts to vibrate. Low thuds that ramp up faster. The giants' eyes open)
Lessala: They've started the propeller!
Vertag: We must be through with the inspection.
Lessala: I'm getting up.
Vertag: Okay. (There's not room for Vertag to stand until Lessala has gotten up and moved to the pilot's seat. He rolls out and crouches behind her)
Lessala: (scanning gages) We're doing... (Vertag points to a dial) Ah! Four knots.
Vertag: Okay. We'll detach once they enter the river and work our way inland.
Lessala: How will we know we're in the river?
Vertag: When the salinity gage shows that we're out of the ocean. (Lessala scans the gages. Vertag opens a petcock and a trickle of water comes out. She watches as he dips his finger and takes a taste) Bleh! Still ocean.
Lessala: You're disturbed.
Vertag: You wouldn't have it any other way.
Lessala: True.
(Fade out)(Caption fades in: One month later)
(Fade in on the Excelsior, on the Bridge. Techs watch screens and the Commander paces behind them)
Tech1: Commander!
Commander: What? (moves to stand at his shoulder. He points to a screen)
Tech1: Well, we're to report anything strange. About five minutes ago, rowboat just burst into flames.
Commander: That's strange?
Tech1: Well, about five hundred miles away, THIS rowboat burst into flames at the exact same time.
Commander: How exact?
Tech2: Within two seconds. And the satellites picked up this one at the very same time.
Commander: That's strange. Strange enough.
(Cut to three computer displays in succession. Each shows a burning rowboat. One is tied to a dock, the other two twist in the river currents as they burn.)
Commander: (keys an intercom) Watch, have Major Perez and Captain Brown report to the bridge. (lifts finger) Maybe they can tell us if the giants are signaling.
Tech2: Ma'am? Candybar wanted to be in on anything to do with the giant.
Commander: Okay. Buzz him.
Tech1: Should we alert the other Marines? Or Miss Crane?
Commander: I doubt we'll have to.
(Cut to a dark room. The door opens and light from the hallway illuminates Janet's sleeping quarters. Perez stands in the doorway)
Perez: Janet! They might be making contact!
Janet: What! (sits up on the bunk) Great! (Scrambles out of bed like a kid on Xmas morning)
Perez: Well, we still have to analyze the-
(Janet runs to the door, Perez blocks her)
Janet: What? Let's go!
Perez: Clothes, Janet.
Janet: Oh. You think?
Perez: I think. (Fade as Janet turns to find clothing.)
(Fade in to the Excelsior conference room. Adams and his department heads sit around the table, with Janet and Drury. Brown stands by the display screen, along with the Fleet technician that got threatened with being bitten by Vertag)
(The display has a map of First Nation, a big continent on the giant world. Three dots are scattered across it)
Brown: We looked at the locations of the three blasts-
Adams: How sure are you that the blasts are connected?
Brown: They happened almost simultaneously, though they're at least 400 miles from each other.
Peterson: Coincidence?
Brown: The ships are wood, none with a motor. The blasts were large, showy fireballs. Very visible, but no one has responded.
Perez: So no one's near any of them.
Janet: And they didn't blow the ships apart?
Brown: No. Just fireballs, then the boats caught flame.
Perez: That's Lessala showing off.
Brown: We think so.
Adams: So they have our attention. Is there a message?
Brown: Well, we looked at the placement of the signals. Compared it to human and giant constellations. And to symbols on the tarrat cards. We have a lot of possible matches, but not thing that leaps out at you.
Janet: So.....?
Brown: So, then, Candy- I'm sorry, Technician Anderbarr, here, had a thought. (All eyes turn to Fleet Tech Anderbarr)
Anderbarr: Um, well, ah, one boat is still tied at the pier. The other two boats' lines parted in the explosions. (gestures to screen) One's landed on a sandbar, one's trapped in some reeds beside the channel. Their current headings...(Touches the screen, three pointer lines appear, none converging). But we have films of where the boats were at the time of the explosions. (Touches the screen. Dots move very slightly. Pointer lines twist until all three converge at a precise point on the map. He causes the screen to zoom in on that spot) Infra-red views of that spot show a campfire with two giants sitting next to it. (Screen shows a very bare campsite and two figures by a relatively large fire)
Adams: Very good, Technician.
Janet: We'll tell Vertag you helped find him.
Anderbarr: Yes, ma'am. Just wanted to make up for blowing up his car.
Roth: I think you've managed that. Okay. How can we tell Vertag we've gotten his message?
Perez: Without trying to make radio contact that might be compromised?
Anderbarr: Welll..
(Cut to the campsite. It's at the edge of a clearing. Vertag and Lessala sit beside each other on a log, watching the flames. Vertag looks up.
Vertag: You hear that?
Lessala: Um...
Vertag: Something's approaching.
(Cut to a view of the sky. Tips of trees are visible at the bottom. A blinking light appears, coming straight for the camera. It gets closer and closer, then zooms overhead. Camera drops to look straight up. The jet and two others flash their landing lights as they cross overhead. The three jets pass at angles that equal the converging lines of the three signal boats. Camera pans down to the ground where Vertag is shining a flashlight on a compass.)
Vertag: Yep. Those are the bearings for your signal fires.
Lessala: Three human jets just flew over our position. Does it matter what bearing they took?
Vertag: Just telling you, your idea worked.
Lessala: Thanks. (looks up at the sky) So. Now we wait?
Vertag: No. (stands) Now we get out of here just in case someone noticed the jets. They should be below radar, but you know about 'should.'
Lessala: But... What if Janet.... What if the humans land here and we're gone? (watches Vertag shovel dirt onto the fire. It goes out)
Vertag: I'm sure Janet...and the Fleet, are tracking us now. We don't have to signal them again. (pulls her to her feet, leads through the trees by flashlight) We just don't have to try really hard to lose them, we'll be okay.
Lessala: We'd better. (they come to a pickup and get in. Vertag driving)
(Cut to a view from the side of the pickup cab. They are silent as they drive along. Vertag glances up into the rearview mirror.)
Vertag: Oh, crap.
Lessala: What?
Vertag: Headlights.
(Cut to a view from the forward end of the pickup. Lessala is on the left, turning around to look behind them. Vertag on the right, driving. Between them we see a pair of headlights in the darkness.)
Lessala: There wasn't supposed to be anyone here.
Vertag: I know.
Lessala: (turns to Vertag) There wasn't anyone here. For miles! You made sure.
Vertag: I did.
Lessala: Is it SID?
Vertag: They'd probably have shot us by now.
(While she looks at him, and he looks at the road, the lights behind them twist in a barrel roll. Just as the lights settle back to even, Lessala looks back and Vertag glances at the rear-view.)
Lessala: Unless they want us to lead them to where the humans are.
Vertag: Then they'd hang back farther.
Lessala: OR someone... unofficial? Horning in on the Earthlings? (their eyes meet. The lights twist through 360 degrees again while they are not watching)
Vertag: Millious?
Lessala: We made it here. Why couldn't she?
Vertag: I guess (glances into the mirror as the lights speed up and get closer)- Oh oh. Here they come.
(Cut to the side view of the pickup. A human assault craft surges up over the pickup and lands on the bed. It flashes lights and then goes dark. The pickup sags under the weight.)
(Cut to a closeup of Lessala from the front of the pickup. She looks through the rear window, then turns to face Vertag)
Lessala: Oh. They found us!
(Camera pulls back to show that both of the giants have weapons out)
Vertag: I noticed. (Fade out as he shifts down)
(Fade in outside of a barn. Lessala stands beside the open door as Vertag drives the pickup in. She closes the door behind her as she follows him in.)
(Cut to inside the barn. Vertag parks and turns off the engine. He walks around to the back as Lessala lowers the tailgate. The back ramp of the assault craft drops. Janet runs down the ramp)
Lessala: Janet! (picks up Janet, hugs Janet to her cheek. Perez walks more slowly down the ramp)
Janet: You're alive!
Lessala: Yeah. And so are you!
Vertag: Major! Welcome back to First Nation.
Perez: And thanks for not shooting us.
Vertag: She wanted to but calmer heads prevailed.
Lessala: You just couldn't shoot and drive at the same time. (lowers Janet to the tailgate) So. What's up?
Perez: Um...you guys called us...
Vertag: Oh, yeah! We're going to break into the Directorate.
Lessala: You guys want to come?
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Roll Credits. Just as the names start to scroll up, though, they stop and we cut to the small ship.
Tettskin: (standing in the lounge) The real way to tell the joke: A small plane crashes in the wilderness. Four men survive. They come from Mining City, River City, Industry City and Capitol City. Desolation surrounds the crash site for miles and miles. No signs of civilization. So they wait two days, no rescue shows up. The guy from Mining says, "Back in Mining City, I'm a geologist. I've been looking at these rocks and I'm pretty sure I know where we are. Stay here, I'm going for help.' He walks off to the north. The River guy shakes his head.   Says, 'There's no way there's a city north from here. All the land slopes south. Everyone in River City knows that eventually that'll lead to the sea. That's where you find cities.' So he marches off south. The guy from Industry turns to the Capitol guy and says: 'Nothing about living in Industry teaches me how to survive in the wilderness. What are Capitol City survival skills?' Capitol guy winks, makes a big deal of looking left, looking right, then shouts: 'Hey! Are you making a BOMB?' Ten SID agents and officers appear from behind the rocks, take the Industry guy into custody and place the Capitol guy in protective custody as a witness. That's the survival skills you get in Capitol City. (laughs)
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