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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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(Kobick stands at a podium in a conference room. Vertag is one of six agents sitting around the table before him.)
Kobick: Now, for policy changes. Agent Vertag recovered a wounded Earthling some time back. Fearing for the Little Person’s life, he transferred him straight to the Earthling battalion. Without authority. (focus on Vertag as he shifts a bit uncomfortably) The Earthlings were able to save his life, through heroic effort. They were grateful for the Agent’s actions and honored the exchange contract. In fact, they gave us a bonus, extra technology credit, for the compassionate act.
(The agents around the table sit up straight at that. Some look speculatively at Vertag)
Kobick: That will not be repeated. The bonus, that is. The Earthling authorities are worried that someone might be motivated to…harm some Little People, seeking extra benefit. They will still honor the exchange.
(Kobick takes off his glasses, leans on the podium and looks each agent in the eye.)
Kobick: I want to encourage you to keep this in mind. If the Earthlings are wounded, sick, starved, otherwise unhealthy, we don’t want them to die in our custody. The Earthlings would likely maintain that they could have saved them if we’d transferred them. So if you, or your liaison, are concerned for an Earthling’s life, then SID encourages you to turn them over.
(Kobick dons his glasses and turns over the paper he’s reading from.)
Kobick: And for our final business, we have an award. Seems that the record number of Earthlings gathered in one week was at the Coastal City Exchange. (The agents clap. Beside Vertag, Dordell looks sour and claps his hands exactly once) In connection with the discovery of a ring of rebels using Earthlings to transport drugs, 56 Little People were gathered in one operation. The Earthlings have expressed their deep appreciation for the Agent responsible. Step up here, Senior Agent Dordell.
(Stunned, Dordell steps up to the podium, gets a sheet of paper and shakes Kobick’s hand. The agents all cheer, Vertag as loud as any.)
Kobick: According to the Earthlings and the SID agent on the scene, your involvement was crucial to the swift identification of the ringleader and his successful, if posthumous, arrest. (Dordell returns to his seat, a little bemused)
(In a dark room, Janet and Perez sit at a table with many humans. The clothes include Spacefleet and Marine uniforms and civilian dress. A woman at the head of the table turns to them)
Admiral: And Coastal City? Can your giant be trusted?
Perez: Well-
Admiral: Major, your feelings on the giants are stipulated.
Perez: No, ma’am. I was going to say that Agent Vertag is not what I expected.
Admiral: Oh?
Perez: I don’t exactly trust him, but he isn’t always the enemy.
Janet: Vertag is a patriot, and won’t do or stand for anything that is against his people’s best interest. But he also sees that some of his government’s policies are not in everyone’s interests.
Admiral: So can we trust him.
Janet: (making eye contact with Perez) He… He’s sympathetic to our goal. He wants to get all the humans off the planet, but that’s so that the giants can get on with their lives.
Perez: He’ll turn a blind eye to some things that further our operations, but not actual damage to his nation. Nations? I really don’t understand their set up.
Admiral: Interesting. What would his reaction be to Operation Hotel? (Perez and Janet look to each other, then shrug)
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(In the street outside an official looking building, Vertag claps Dordell on the shoulder.)
Dordell: I get credit for an arrest that took place while I was flat on my back in the hospital.
Vertag: Yeah. If you weren’t poking around, I might never have heard of Versht. The humans are grateful, and willing to spread their gratitude around.
Dordell: Huh. Tell ‘em thanks. (departs)
(Vertag walks to the door of a nearby building, enters, finds several humans on a table. Some of the agents from the agent meeting are picking humans up from it. Vertag scans and walks over to where Janet and Perez stand.)
Vertag: Is my liaison ready to go home?
Janet: More than ready.
Perez: Is anyone going to ask if I’m ready?
Vertag: No. (lowers the Earthling Holster. Perez helps Janet in, follows) Now, nothing left but a three hour drive home.
Perez: I hate long car drives. They’re so boring.
(Vertag drives. The scenery is rather desolate grasslands, slight hills, near sunset. The Earthling Holster is clipped to the seatbelt on the passenger side. Janet and Perez lean over the rail and talk).
Perez: Then she comes into the bedroom and all she sees is the hood of the car sticking through the wall. (women look up at Vertag expectantly)
Vertag: Oh! I get it now. So then she’s comparing his driving ability to his sexual prowess in the conjugal bed.
Janet: Exactly.
Vertag: Ah. Well, that’s funny, then. Once you understand what you’re saying. Your humor conventions are different from ours.
Perez: Well, how would a giant tell that joke?
Vertag: (thinks for a bit) Okay. A man comes home from work early because the boss was arrested by State Security. When he reaches the driveway, the brakes fail and he drives into the wall of the house. He crashes through, into the bedroom. His wife runs in from the kitchen, leans towards the bedroom phone and says, ‘Hey! My husband is home early!’ She looks at the destruction, the hole, the broken car. Then she imagines what the crash must have sounded like. So she leans close to it again and says, ‘He is an energetic lover.’ (smiles down at his passengers) Huh? Huh?
Perez: I don’t get it. I told the joke and I don’t get it.
Janet: The…people listening… The joke is that somewhere, there is a security agent who thinks they broke the bed with afternoon sex. Right?
Vertag: Yes! Most of our popular humor involves confusion in StateSec.
Perez: Wonderful.
Janet: Isn’t that sedition?
Vertag: Oh, we know that when reports are matched up, they’ll realize it was the car, not sex. It’s only funny for the brief moment or two that he’s confused.
Perez: Or she’s confused.
Vertag: No. There are no women monitoring the microphones of StateSec.
Janet: Do we want to know why not?
Vertag: The popular assumption is that they’ll gossip.
Janet: Oy gevalt.
Perez: Do you think they’ll gossip, Agent Vertag?
Vertag: (smiles over at the humans) You kidding? The three women I spend most of my time with keep more secrets between them than StateSex acquires in a week.
Perez: Did he say ‘State SEX?’
Janet: I think he did.
Vertag: No, I didn’t.
Janet: And while talking about us.
Perez: You think that might be significant?
Vertag: I just- (An eerie blue light flashes from overhead. The car engine dies, all lights on the dashboard go out. Vertag pulls over as the car drifts to a stop) What was that? (gets out to look around, raises the hood of the car)
Perez: (softly) EMP?
Janet: (softly) I’ll find out. (eases down the little ladder to the bottom of the Holster. There’s a tiny toilet, a few cabinets, and a comm station mounted on the wall. She tries to get it to come on, no response. Eventually climbs back up) The comm’s dead.
Perez: What? I thought that was shielded.
Janet: It is.
(Vertag comes back and sits down. Rubs his hands, it apparently is cold outside)
Vertag: I don’t see anything wrong with the car. And there’s nothing out there that could have done anything. (looks down at the humans) Anyone here playing screw-with-the-giant games?
Perez: No, nothing we know of.
Janet: We’re wondering if it might have been an EMP. It’s an electro-
Vertag: Electromagnetical pulse, yeah. (gestures towards his engine) But my car’s too low-tech for that to be a problem. (looks at his wrist) Now, my watch is running but the radio doesn’t work.
(Humans look at their wrists, pull devices out of pockets. Vertag pulls a flashlight and a map out of the glovebox.)
Janet: My watch is dead.
Perez: All my electronics are dead.
Vertag: Well, there’s a graveyard up the road a bit. We can contact someone there. (flashlight doesn’t work. He hits it a couple of times, still no light) Okay, let’s go before the light does. (puts the flashlight in his jacket pocket. It’s a hefty model and would work as a weapon in a pinch. Not that I’m foreshadowing or anything)
(View of the sun, just touching the horizon)
(The Earthling Holster is against Vertag’s chest, behind his zipped-up jacket. The humans get a little light from an opening at Vertag’s throat, and can converse)
Perez: I have to ask, why can we contact someone at a graveyard?
Janet: And exactly who are we contacting?
(view of Vertag walking through gloom under a nearly-full moon. His breath is visible)
Vertag: The police always maintain surveillance on a graveyard. It can be interesting to see who shows up at a grave, either in victory or in guilt.
Perez: Man. I thought the Chester administration was paranoid.
Vertag: What? It’s not paranoia. It’s an efficient and valuable aid to police work. (Down in the holster, Perez makes ‘they’re bonkers’ gestures to Janet, who smiles but manages to suppress any laughter)
(The cemetery is bordered by a high wall of dressed stone. Vertag steps up to the wall and walks along it. There is a faint sound of a voice. He pauses.)
Vertag: (whispers) Did one of you say something?
Janet: No. Why?
Vertag: (lifts Holster up)(whispers) I heard a voice. (All three listen, two shiver. Silence for a minute)
Perez: (whispers) Is anyone else creeped out?
Vertag: (whispers) Creeped? What for?
Janet: (normal voice) Oh, Damerae is just superstitious.
Perez: (whispers) The hell! You seen what I’ve seen, it’s not superstition. It’s called, ‘paying attention.’
Vertag: (whispers) Hush! I’m trying to listen. There shouldn’t be anyone out here after dark.
Janet: Maybe someone else’s car was stopped?
Vertag: (whispers) Maybe. (replaces Holster, continues towards the gate. A shout is heard, Vertag pauses.) Something’s going on.
Janet: Just another traveler?
Perez: …from the beyond?
Vertag: Beyond what?
Perez: Beyond the graaaaaaaaaaave.
Vertag: Beyond the grave is death.
Perez: Exactly.
Janet: Are there no ghost stories on this planet?
Vertag: What stories? (inside his jacket, Janet shakes her head at his comment. He continues)
(The gate is large, wide enough for two lanes of traffic. One of the sides is slightly ajar. There are two large bushes on either side. When Vertag sees the gate is open, he pauses. He opens his jacket to draw his gun. The humans see the gate in the moonlight)
Perez: (tense) If I was in the theatre, watching this, I would be shouting DO NOT GO IN THERE!
Vertag: (whispers) Can you restrain her?
Janet: (whispers) I’m not sure I disagree with her…
(Vertag steps slowly towards the gate, gun pointing at the opening. A figure steps from behind the bushes, out of Vertag’s view. It shambles toward his back, raising a club to strike. Just before it swings down, the flashlight turns itself on. The light shines up into Vertag’s face. He staggers back in surprise, just ducking out of the club’s way. He feels the thing swing by, turns to face his attacker)
Vertag: Hey! What was that for? (Another swing catches the gun as he starts to raise it. We see the gun clatter across the roadway, way out of reach. Vertag grabs the flashlight in both hands and swings it like a club of his own. As the fight goes on, we see the villain in flashes as the light passes. Zombie is the only word to describe the figure. Ragged clothes cover a deathly pale body, with sunken features and bony details. The eyes are white and the teeth are black. The zombie doesn’t connect with his club, but is completely unaffected when Vertag strikes it)
Janet: Hold still! (Vertag takes a step back and assumes a defensive position, light pointed at the zombie. Janet fires her grenade launcher into one of the eyes. The back of the skull blasts out. The zombie doesn’t pause.)
Vertag: What the-?
Perez: Get the necklace! (without hesitation, the giant grabs the giant zombie’s throat and rips a necklace of beads from it. It falls like a marionette with cut strings. Vertag steps back a bit, then casts about for his gun. With that in hand, he covers the body and breathes deeply.)
Vertag: How did you know?
Perez: Basic horror movie survival skills. Get the zombie’s medallion.
Vertag: Well…it’s not exactly a medallion. (holds up the necklace. The beads are made of alternating shells, stones and human-sized skulls. Dangling from the middle is a human skeleton wired together.) Now. What is a zombie? (fade)
(Fade in: Row upon row of tombstones stretch across the view. They lack any sort of religious symbols. Some images from the sky (moon, sun, stars) are there, along with a few animals (all curled up and sleeping, like the Sandman’s Zodiac.) Vertag eases across the grounds, gun and flashlight in hand. The light is out.)
Perez: What’s that over there? (light in the distance, Vertag moves towards. Up close, four tourches illuminate a small section of the cemetery. There is a giant woman dressed in a sort of school-play amateur version of voodoo priestess. She has a knitted shrunken head, a few feathers, and a robe with silvery wizard symbols on it. Lipstick marks her face and arms. Before her, standing on a low crypt, is a human voodoo priestess, much more faithfully attired. A giant woman is tied to the crypt in classic ‘blood sacrifice’ bindings and dress. On either side of her head, two human males are bound and stretched out like sacrificial auxiliaries.)
Vertag: (whispers) Whatever this is, I think I need to stop it.
Perez: That’s a big ten-four, Agent. (he unclips the Holster and lowers it to lean against a tombstone. Janet starts to complain, Perez hushes her.) The man can’t fight the forces of evil if he’s worried about us.
Janet: Loose in a giant graveyard is SAFE?!
Vertag: Back in a minute. (sneaks through the tombstones until he’s opposite the priestesses. Stands, aims light and gun at the women) Okay! Cease and desist all supernatural activities!
Janet: (as she and Perez scurry across the grass towards the fires) We need to get him a copy of Ghostbusters.
Giant Priestess: Come closer, mortal. Your timely advent is most welcome. The more victims we have, the more power we can raise.
Vertag: Except I’m not a victim. Untie that woman. (behind him, two more zombies step into the light from the fire.)
Janet: Vertag!
Perez: Behind you! (Vertag spins, pointing his gun at the nearest uuuuuuugly threat.)
Human Priestess: Fool! Guns have no- (Vertag aims at the barely-visible necklace, blowing the human skeleton to pieces. Zombie drops. He spins to the other one) Oh, crap! He’s figured it out! (Another shot, another dropped. Four more zombies rise on the other side of the crypt. Vertag sees, aims at nearest)
H-Priestess: We must flee!
G-Priestess: Yes, Mistress, immediately! (turns and runs)
H-Priestess: (still on the crypt) Hey! You stupid BITCH! (She jumps down, rolling on the grass down the slight slope around the stone) After all I taught her…(stands and starts to run. As gunshots sound behind her, she runs from shadow to shadow, avoiding Vertag’s sight. As she leaves the general area of torchlight, watching over her shoulder, Perez steps out from behind a tombstone and clubs her in the face with the butt of her launcher)
Perez: (looking down at the crumpled form) You have the right to remain very silent…
(Vertag lowers Janet to the crypt surface. She unties the humans while he unties the giant woman)
Cellste: Oh, thank you! Thank you! She was going to… to…
Vertag: (glancing towards the nearest zombie corpse) Yeah, we get the idea.
Cellste: I’m Cellste. I’m so lucky you got here when you did!
Human1: WE are so lucky…
Janet: I know.
Vertag: Well, our car broke down (glances at his watch)…That’s odd. My watch is running, but it’s the exact same time that it was when we pulled over.
Perez: Hey, Giant! (he looks down to see her, dragging the priestess none-too-gently through the grass. He lifts both of them up to the top)
Cellste: (glances down as he lowers them, shudders) Oooh. Those things always give me the creeps.
Vertag: Murderous magic users?
Cellste: (leans towards him and whispers) Earthlings.
Vertag: (leans towards her and whispers) They can still hear you. (normal voice) And, I wouldn’t have been able to turn off the zombies without them.
Cellste: Whatever. Can we leave? Where is your car?
Vertag: (to Perez) I don’t know. With the ritual disrupted, will the car work, now?
Perez: (looks to her watch. Behind her Janet does the same) Um…my electronics work. So I’d say so.
Human2: What’s wrong with your car?
Janet: Some part of their magic turned the car off.
Human1: Really? Wonder why they didn’t use that on the surveillance cameras?
Janet: Say what?
Human2: Yeah, when we got here, they had their zombies break into a control room and smash all the cameras’ tape machines.
Human1: With a bat.
Human2: If their magic could make things stop working…
Janet: Huh. Well, maybe it wasn’t magic that stopped the car.
Perez: Or maybe, it wasn’t THEIR magic.
(At the back wall of the cemetery, GPriestess approaches a stepladder, climbs it, hurls herself over the wall. Just before she jumps, though, the ladder leans away from the wall. She ends up dropping head first onto the stones. As the body crumples to the ground, we see a ghostly hand lowering the stepladder back to the upright position)
(At the front gate, Vertag opens the door fully, escorting Cellste. She is wearing his jacket over her sacrificial garb. He is carrying the Holster, which holds the two rescued humans. In his shirt pocket, Perez and Janet stand fairly close together and shiver. The Priestess is in his other shirt pocket. Her two bound feet stick up out of the pocket.)
Vertag: I could jog down to the car. You guys could stay here, out of the wind.
Perez: You could shove one of those tombstones-
Janet: THANK you, Agent Vertag, but we’ll be fine for as long as-
(she stops and they all stare as the car rolls to a gentle stop directly in front of the gate. A ghostly figure pushing at the back stands, nods to the living, and walks through the wall into the cemetery…)
Vertag: (after a moment staring at the spot on the wall where they disappeared.) That’s a ghost?
Janet: That’s a ghost.
Vertag: Think the car’ll start now?
Perez: If it doesn’t, I’ll push it.
Cellste: I’ll help.
(They load quickly, Vertag starting the engine before the doors are even shut. The car moves swiftly but smoothly onto the road. The empty driveway sits still for a moment. The car backs slowly into view. Cellste rolls down her window)
Vertag: Um, thank you?
(A hand reaches out to grab the door and shut the gate firmly.)
Perez: GO!
(tires kicks up dust as the car tears onto the road)
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