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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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(Inside Colonel Adams' office. The Colonel sits at his desk paging through a document on his computer. A Marine opens the door and escorts Mr. Foster inside, closes the door to leave the two men alone.)
Adams: (stands, steps around the desk hand out) Mr. Foster! Nice to see you again.
Foster: (doesn't take hand) Again?
Adams: (hand still out) We kinda rushed everyone onto the shuttle when we landed. Didn't get a chance to talk.
Foster: Is that why you illegally detained us? To get a chance to talk?
Adams: You'll have to take that up with the Admiral, sir. Wasn't my decision. My job's just getting you home as soon as possible after the giants release you. And taking care of you until we do.
Foster: (grudgingly takes the hand for a brief shake then drops it) So when can we go home?
Adams: (gestures that Foster should have a seat, sits on the corner of his desk) Whenever the shuttle can land. That's classified, but it shouldn't be more than five or seven days. But while you're here, I wanted to talk to you about two things.
Foster: (sits down, but does not relax much) I'm not going to apologize for being on the planet.
Adams: Wouldn't ask you to.
Foster: And I'm not going to stop the show-
Adams: No, I have to tell you, the giants are big fans of your show. No pun intended.
Foster: They are?
Adams: Yes. They constantly hound my people to know if there are new episodes.
Foster: And, what? They want an autograph?
Adams: Not part of their tradition, near as we can tell. No, sir, the giant's secretary, Lessala? She would really like to be on your show.
Foster: What?
Adams: Is there any chance that you could give her a walk-on? A background scene? Something? It'd give her a kick.
Foster: Why should I care what she wants? Have you paid any attention to what those people are doing to our people?!
Adams: Yes, sir. (Face goes hard and eyes go flinty) I have seen plenty of people die on this planet. And I have seen the two giants here go to some effort to save them. Or have you forgotten who saved you from the beetles.
Foster: Well… We lost all our filming equipment on the island.
Adams: I could loan you what we have. And Charity Tomms has some.
Foster: Well. I will think about it.
Adams: Thanks. Can't ask for more than that.
Foster: (stands to leave) If that's all…
Adams: Well, no. There's the award.
Foster: (rolls eyes) Good CHRIST! Now you want to award the giants for rescuing us? I suppose you want me to present it? And put it on Vernon, P.I.?
Adams: No, sir. No, the giant described you on the jetty. Covering everyon's escape, ready to face beetles with nothing but a rock in your hand.
Foster: He must have gotten a laugh out of that.
Adams: He asked if there was some sort of award given for humans that’ showed exceptional bravery.
Foster: (stunned) What?
Adams: Yeah. He was really impressed with you.
Foster: I just couldn't swim.
Adams: Oh, I know that. I notice that you didn't grab onto one of my Marines and beg them to save you anyway.
Foster: Well, I didn't want to put any of my people in danger… And your people were rescuing them.
Adams: Yep. (leans over to tap his computer screen) So. You've been approved for the Secretary of Defense Medal of Valor.
Foster: Really?
Adams: Yep. So. You want the ceremony here, up on The Excelsior, or at the White House?
Foster: What…?
Adams: It's up to you. I figure you'll enjoy getting your photo taken with the President. But since Vertag's the one that suggested you get a medal… And it's based on his testimony. (shrugs) As I said, it's up to you.
Foster: I'll uh… I'll have to get back to you on that, Colonel.
Adams: Sure, sure. (stands) Take your time.
Foster: Time. (looks at his wrist watch) You know, if I hurry, I think there's still enough light to do a screen test for Miss Leslie.
Adams: Lessala.
Foster: Of course. (turns and walks out. Colonel smiles and returns to his desk)
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(Darkness. Janet's voice sounds.)
Janet (voice): Vertag! Vertag, don't move!
Vertag: What?
Janet: Vertag! Wake up, Vertag. But hold still!
Vertag: Why?
(Light comes on to a very blurry scene. It quickly resolves to be some sort of laboratory. Vertag's point of view scans the room. There is a long table full of giant technology including the usual bubbling beakers and glass tubing, along with incomprehensible electronic devices and a few measuring devices. Closer to him is an exam table, covered with a sheet. On top of the sheet is a glass aquarium. Janet stands in the tank, beating on the glass.
Janet: Don't move!
Vertag: Okay. (the view moves down to his body. His hands are tied to the arms of the chair he sits in. Various parts of his body are visible, each tied with string. The POV follows the strings. They run from the chair to a set of pulleys and upwards. Above his head is a clear plastic bag with some green-tinted fluid in it. The strings are each connected to a large, sharp needle that is posed to puncture the bag and dump the fluid down on him.) Oh. Oooooh.
(Closeup of Janet's worried face)
Janet: Are you okay, Vertag?
(View of Vertag from across the room. He's bound at hand and foot and chest. Strings are tied all over him.)
Vertag: I'm fine. For now. What happened?
Janet: What do you remember?
Vertag: We got a call. We went to pick up some Earthlings… I knocked on a door…
Janet: Do you remember gas released in the hallway?
Vertag: No.
Janet: You fell down.
Vertag: Are you okay?
Janet: I was knocked around a bit. But I'm okay.
Vertag: Good. Who is doing this?
Janet: I don't know. But he really doesn't like you.
Vertag: So what's this stuff? (eyes flicker upwards)
Janet: I don't know. He said it would be your doom.
Vertag: My doom? Great. It's a mad scientist.
Janet: You know, I always thought that was a cliché. Then we came here.
Vertag: Well, the good news is-
(The Mad walks into the room from a door behind Vertag. Vertag starts to turn at the sound but catches himself. Xextelle walks past the bound agent with a smile, busies himself at the workbench.)
Xextelle: So, Agent, you're back among the sentient. Or at least the self aware.
Vertag: Who are you? What are you doing? What is this green crap over my head?
Xextelle: I'm Xextelle. Pleased to make your acquaintance. All the rest in good time, Agent, all in good time. (Selects a beaker of pinkish goo and turns around to his two captives) Trust me, though, you don't wish to find out about 'the green crap' the hard way. (moves towards Janet)
Janet: Why are you doing this?
Xextelle: Oh, that's the simple part. You killed my brother. (they stare) Forstile?
Janet: Nothing. You?
Vertag: No clue.
Xextelle: Simply the finest mind our society has ever produced. (stirs the beaker)
Vertag: Was he that guy that lived in the park and made busts of the Scholars out of duck poop?
Xextelle: He was the man who was going to master society and lead us out of these dark ages!
Janet: So… Did Vertag guess right or not?
Xextelle: Fools! He came quite close to wiping out the corruption that the Little People offer!
Janet: Was he the rat man?
Xextelle: (suddenly anger) Rat Man! Your puny intellects have no means of grasping what he was about! What he would have done! What it would mean to our people! Our planet! And eventually, the UNIVERSE ITSELF!
Vertag: Damn. Janet got it right.
Janet: Well, I just waited for more clues. I'm sure you'll get the next one.
Vertag: No, no, you won and you deserve it. So. Surely you're aware that Forsythe-
Xextelle: Forstile!
Vertag: Yeah. Forsey was killed by his rats, not either of us.
Xextelle: Because of something the Earthlings did. And that's the beauty of this! I'm getting my revenge on everyone in the compound.
Janet: How?
Xextelle: (holds the beaker up) This, little person, is a compound that turns little people into…giants.
Vertag: Crap.
Xextelle: (pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and shows it to Janet) And this is the formula!
Janet: Why do I care?
Vertag: Now you've seen Black List technology. My job is to destroy it. And you.
Xextelle: And after I release you, the longer you wait to do it, the more Earthlings she'll have a chance to share it with.
Janet: Oh, god.
Vertag: He wants me to kill the whole garrison.
Xextelle: Of course! And even if you kill her, right away, you'll still have to explain it to the Earthlings.
Vertag: Who will no longer trust me or work with me.
Xextelle: All because there's the slightest chance she'll be able to remember a chemical formula.
Janet: I flunked chemistry.
Xextelle: But your people will have memory aids. Interrogation techniques. They'll have it out of you.
Janet: Only if they find out about it.
Xextelle: Oh, they'll find out. (He dumps the beaker onto Janet's head. She screams and starts to roll around on the floor of the aquarium)
Vertag: YOU-!
Xextelle: Ah, ah, ah! The green crap, as you called it! (he watches Janet, holds on finger out to make Vertag pause. Janet twists and writhes in the goo. Her clothes start to tear)
Vertag: You know, if this poison or whatever kills me, you'll never get your revenge.
Xextelle: Oh, it won't kill you. (close up on his excited face) It's something I got from The Order.
Vertag (voice): The Order?
Xextelle: That you shut down. If you're splashed with that, I'll just avenge my brother with a large hammer.
(Close up on Janet. She's stopped writhing, pants heavily. Buttons on her clothes pop as she swells)
Vertag(voice): This is the shrinking potion? That's all?
Xextelle (voice): Yes.
(Offscreen there's a pop and a splash. Cut to the Mad standing up suddenly. He looks over at the disarray of Vertag's clothes.)
Vertag:
Xextelle: Well. Well, well, well. (steps to the equipment bench, grabs a mallet) There are easier ways to commit suicide, Agent. (bends over the clothes) You've probably discovered that I found your gun. And your backup weapon. Not that you could use either. (there is a small movement in Vertag's shirt. Xextelle raises his hammer. Vertag pops into view, bare from the waist up, holding Janet's grenade launcher)
Xextelle: What the-?
(Vertag shoots. The wrist of the hand holding the hammer explodes. Xextelle spins around three times and slams against a wall. He holds his wrist, glares at the chair.
Xextelle: (hisses) I will feed you to an alley cat!
Janet (voice): Wrong!
(Xextelle looks up just as the glass aquarium smashes into his face. He slides down to the floor. Blood smears the wall.)
(Closeup of the pink goo that made Janet grow on his cheek. As blood drips down to touch it, it starts to bubble)
(Shot of the exam table. Janet's bare arm reaches into view to snatch the sheet off of it.
(Vertag stands in the pile of his clothing looking at Janet's grenade launcher)
Vertag: How do you reload this-
(A shadow crosses over him. He looks up)
(Janet, naked except for the sheet she clutches, leans over Vertag's chair. He looks up at her as she looks down at him.)
Janet and Vertag together: Are you okay?
Vertag: How do you reload this thing?
Janet: You-
(There is a hiss. They look towards the sound. Across the room, Xextelle's body swells up like a puffer fish, then evanesces away into a pink mist. His clothes collapse to the floor as the mist clears.)
Vertag: Never mind.
Janet: Yeah. That was a good shot you made.
Vertag: I was aiming for his eyes.
Janet: Oh. It does take practice.
Vertag: Hopefully I won't need any.
Janet: Right. So, let's find a phone-
Vertag: NO! We can't risk being found out!
Janet: (Picks up Vertag, still in his sleeve, and sits in the chair) Tell me you're not going to shoot me for knowing blacklist technology.
Vertag: No, no, no. But if any word gets back to Dordell, or anyone else, they'll kill us. They'll have to.
Janet: But Lessala won't tell anyone-
Vertag: We can't risk it. (she raises an eyebrow) No, I know she won't tell. But if we get discovered before we get back to normal, and she's helped cover it up, she's going to be shot, just like us.
Janet: So what do we do?
Vertag: Hide until this stuff wears off.
Janet: Will it?
Vertag: I hope so. So. We need to find some clothes and get out of here. I don't know what all he had in mind for us, but we can't risk staying here.
Janet: Okay. Well, there's a one-size-fits-all HAZMAT suit in the Holster.
Vertag: Great. (looks around) Which is where…?
(Fade out. Fade in to a large, empty alley. A door opens and Janet steps out. She's dressed in Vertag's clothing. Vertag peers out of one shirt pocket, dressed in orange coveralls.)
Janet: Where are we?
Vertag: I have no idea. Just start moving down the alley.
Janet: (walks) Maybe we can find a hotel? Sleep this off?
Vertag: You don't have any papers.
Janet: I have your papers.
Vertag: Right. Show someone stolen SID identification, see how long they leave us alone.
Janet: (sighs) Very well.
(Series of shots of Janet sneaking through back alleys. Ducking out of sight when people walk past or cop cars drive by. Holding Vertag up to see a street sign, then heading off in the direction he points)
(After a while she trudges down an alley and comes up against a fence.)
Vertag: This is new.
Janet: Whatever. (turns around. Four disreputable looking teen males are spread across the alley.)
Teen1: Hey, lady. Look like you need some help.
Vertag: (peeking out of the pocket) Damn. Okay, if you shoot the big one first.
Teen2: We can help you find-
Janet: Shut UP!
Teen1: That's not very friendly.
Vertag: Okay, shoot that one.
Janet: I don't want to shoot anyone.
(Teens look at each other for a second)
Teen3: No one asked you to?
Janet: (Pulls out Vertag's wallet and flashes the badge) I'm SID. Get out of my way.
Teen4: SID? Ooooh, we're really scared.
Teen2: (leans over and gazes at the ID) That's a special agent badge. No special agent women in SID.
Vertag: Shoot that one! He's quick!
Teen2: Did you say something?
Janet: (pulls Vertag's gun out and waves it around. Teens flinch) I've had a long day. Some mad scientist turned me into a woman! My clothes don't fit. My shoes hurt. I can't find my car keys and it's a long, long walk home. PLUS (she stomps a step forward. The teens retreat a step)… Plus… This body he put me in? I think it's MY TIME OF THE MONTH!
(Teens retreat two more steps)
Janet: Do you really want to bother a woman with a gun and NO SENSE OF HUMOR? (waves gun some more)
Teen1: We just wanted to see if you needed some help, miss.
Teen3: Yes. Like finding a cab or maybe-
Janet: GET AWAY FROM ME! (Fires a round over their heads. They scatter. Janet stomps slowly up the alley. The street is empty when she reaches it. She turns and walks along the sidewalk.)
(Cut to see Vertag standing in her pocket, staring up at her open-mouthed. She glances down.)
Janet: What?
Vertag: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Janet: You'd have shot them?
Vertag: Oh, yeah. But one might have gotten away, spread the word. This… Oh, none of them are going to say anything about meeting a pissed off SID agent in a dark alley. Not for a million years.
Janet: So I did okay?
Vertag: Janet, you're my hero.
Janet: Heroine.
Vertag: Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say ma'am.
Janet: (giggles, then pauses) Hey, this looks familiar.
Vertag: What do you mean?
Janet: I think Styles and I were around here when…
(Cut to a grassy field. At one end is a depression and a ditch that leads into a culvert. Janet stoops and walks into the pipe.)
Janet: Yeah! We laid up here after Styles got stabbed.
Vertag: Stabbed?
Janet: She was foraging for food and the grounds keeper picked up the bag she was in.
Vertag: I should have a flashlight on my belt.
(She finds that and turns it on. A few yards into the pipe is an opening for a second pipe. Janet crawls up into that)
Janet: This was roomier last time we here here. (puts Vertag down on the ground. He kneels and touches the floor)
Vertag: Dry.
Janet: The other end is paved over. It's quite safe.
Vertag: Okay. Well, I guess we can wait here for a couple of hours.
Janet: Sleep?
Vertag: Yes. That would be nice.
Janet: (takes off Vertag's jacket, bunches it up for a pillow. Extends one sleeve out for him to lay upon)
Vertag: Thanks. (They settle down. She reaches for the flashlight)
Janet: Should I save the batteries?
Vertag: It's not using them. It's getting broadcast power from the park
Janet: Oh. Well, we can leave it on for a while.
Vertag: If you want to.
Janet: Only if you want to.
Vertag: I don't…mind it.
Janet: Okay, then.
Vertag: Okay. (they stare at each other for a while) This is weird.
Janet: Welcome to my world. (She lift her hand and almost touches him. He reaches out to place a hand on her fingertip.)
Vertag: So do you spend all the day, wondering if I'm going to accidentally step on you?
Janet: No, why?
Vertag: Oh, no reason. I just, uh…
Janet: (smiles) I used to. But I figured out that you'd never, ever hurt me.
Vertag: Not if I could possibly avoid it.
Janet: Right. (They get more comfortable. Fade out. Fade in, they're in different positions, time has passed.)
Janet: What if this is permanent?
Vertag: Then Lessala's cousin from out of town visits. They go out into the woods for a legally sanctioned picnic and the cousin never comes back.
Janet: (calmly) You're still planning to kill me?
Vertag: What? No! We'll just get someplace no one will see the shuttle land to take you home.
Janet: Oh, that'll be fun. Crouched in a cargo bay for the trip back to Earth?
Vertag: You can't stay here. If they find you, they'll kill you and everyone that knows you.
Janet: Yeah. And I could always get work. Spokesperson for a ladder company or something. I just didn't want to go home until…
Vertag: Until what?
Janet: Until we finished.
Vertag: Well, if you do go home before the end, be sure that you were very much the driving force of most of our successes.
Janet: Thanks. (two beats) Shorty.
Vertag: Oh, now it comes out. You're jealous of my height?
Janet: Well, not NOW. (both laugh, then quiet) What if you're permanently…short?
Vertag: I'll see if Perez can use a giant expert on her intel staff.
Janet: You'd come over to our side?
Vertag: I'd have to. Anyone the size of an Earthling… None of my coworkers would trust me.
Janet: What? But you're clearly a patriot.
Vertag: Sure. But no one would believe I could be a Little Person without adopting all Little Person values. Us over them, freedom of press, private ownership of ideas, three day weekends.
Janet: So they'd just assume you were the enemy?
Vertag: Yes.
Janet: That's… Sad, Vertag.
Vertag: That's life, Janet.
(Janet pats his shoulder gently. Then yawns.)
Vertag: Wow. I think I saw yesterday's lunch!
Janet: Shut (yawns) up.
Vertag: I think the day is catching up with you.
Janet: I just (yawn) need to close (yawns) miffle gipp.
Vertag: Yep. (picks up grenade launcher) You go ahead and do that. I'll keep watch.
(fade out. Fade in where the four teens lean against an alley wall)
Teen1: What y' wanna do now?
Teen3: I dunno.
Teen2: NOT bother an SID agent who-
Teen4: Shut up about that!
Teen2: I was just-
Teen1: No. No, don't even bring it up.
Teen3: You think that guy was maybe lying to us?
Teen2: Why would a guy lie about being a girl? (shudders)
Teen3: No. No, I wonder if the girl was lying about being SID.
Teen4: She had a badge and a gun. She can be SID if she wants to be.
Teen3: But maybe she shot the real SID agent.
Teen2: And you wanna get mixed up in that?
Teen1: But there might be a reward….
(teens look hopeful. Stand up straight and start to walk to the front of the alley. As they reach the street, Vertag walks by. They pause, glancing suspiciously at his rumpled clothing)
Vertag: Hey, fellows. Uh, listen, you're not going to tell anyone I shot at you…and missed are you?.
(teens turn and run)
Vertag: You know what? As stories go, yours has some legs.
(Cut to Lessala sitting at her desk in the Exchange office. Vertag enters through the front door.)
Lessala: Vertag! Where have you been!
Vertag: A mad scientist turned me into a woman. I killed him and it wore off, now I'm back.
Lessala: What? Where's Janet? Is she okay.
(Janet pops into view in the Holster)
Janet: I'm fine! (Vertag picks her up and places her on Lessala's desk)
Vertag: She was a biiiiiiiig help. I'm walking around in a body that's are ALL wrong, clothes that are baggy except where they're too tight, shoes that flop and she's telling me all about mascara and foundation and lingerie…
(Lessala giggles)
Janet: He makes a very cute woman, Lessala.
Lessala: I wish I'd seen it. Why didn't you call me to pick you up?
Vertag: Oh, no. No, you can't be SID if you're a woman. And until I knew it would wear off, I couldn't risk…
Janet: He'd have felt better if he could have gone shopping.
Lessala: Find the right clothes?
Janet: And the right shoes!
Lessala: Oh, yes. The right shoes just MAKE your day.
Vertag: See? See? This is what I get
(cut to Adams' office. Janet stands before his desk while a recording of Vertag's voice plays)
Vertag: -when you just HEAR about what the Mad did to me. Imagine if you'd been able to take pictures!
Adams: No pictures?
Janet: No, sir. She was quite emphatic about that.
Adams: She?
Janet: At the time.
Adams: Ah. What was…she…so upset about?
Janet: His reputation, assuming it wore off. Her job, if it didn't.
Adams: Any chance we could recover any of the stuff?
Janet: No, colonel. No, she was rather irate when she came to, and very diligent in destroying all the evidence.
Adams: Hmm. (His Texan drawl becomes pronounced) Ah guess ah can kinda see that.
Janet: Yes, sir.
Adams: Well, that's an end to that, I guess. Thanks for stopping by, Crane.
Janet: Any time, sir. (she leaves)
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