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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 3	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Open in the abandoned farmhouse from 3-15. The pickup is parked and the assault craft is in the bed. A wooden board is propped up against the open tailgate. About twenty Marines have debarked and walk or rest on the tailgate.
Vertag and Lessala sit on the ground, leaning against a barn wall near the truck. A fire burns in a loose stone hearth near them. A camp stool sits between the giants. Perez and Janet sit on that. The giants finish eating some sort of food on paper plates. They throw those into the fire)
Vertag: Okay, so, you are sure there are still humans in Directorate hands.
Lessala: That seems like something they'd do. Evil bastards and all that.
Vertag: Not arguing that they're capable. I just want to be sure they're sure.
Janet: We are. There was a recent discovery in Physics.
Perez: Janet...
Janet: I'm not going to go into detail!
Lessala: Secret?
Perez: Above Top Secret.
Vertag: Above the top? Is that grammatically possible?
Lessala: Oh, shush! Their 'top' is about this high! (holds her hand about knee-high) Plenty of room for there to be bigger secrets on top of their top. Especially since they met us!
Vertag: Good point.
Lessala: Mine always are.
Janet: Anyway, not to go into great detail, they opened an entirely new branch of study. And the applications from that are still being researched.
Perez: Big applications.
Lessala: Such as?
Janet: No details. But... Well, we never, ever shared that stuff with the Giants.
Vertag: It was at the bottom of the list.
Perez: It was never on the list.
Janet: Before we even made contact, we passed legislation that you guys would never get it.
Lessala: Until....?
Janet: Never.
Perez: Never.
Lessala: Never, ever?
Janet: Even to get the cure for Cancer, we wouldn't trade this stuff.
Vertag: Can I get a rough idea, though, what this new physics does?
Lessala: Oh, that's clear.
Janet, Perez, Vertag: It is?
Lessala: It would allow us to invade, enslave or destroy Earth.
Perez: Damn...her points are good points.
Vertag: Okay. So. You mentioned detecting this science?
Janet: Well, one of the offshoots is in instantaneous communications. We've detected the communications coming from the Directorate's headquarters.
Vertag: You said the control signals even had the same format.
Perez: We're thinking it's something like Xavier Peck's situation.
Vertag: The...uh, the gas-grenade expert?
Janet: Right. He was convinced that Earth was destroyed, so there was no reason to protect any industry secrets.
Perez: Which is why whoever's working for the Directorate doesn't need to change signals or formats. She doesn't know anyone's left to listen in.
Lessala: She?
Janet: Probably. Jamie Smith. She's...the inventor of the communication application.
Vertag: And she's missing?
Janet: Her flight disappeared. Under conditions we've come to link to the wormhole.
Perez: There are a few other experts still missing, besides her.
Vertag: Okay. So, we cross the nation, break into the headquarters of the most paranoid bastards on the planet, rescue some humans, bring them to you. (Glances over at the truck.)
(Cut to a view of the back of the assault craft and the open ramp)
Vertag: (voice) Probably can't fit that into a briefcase.
Lessala: (voice) Set it up in the park down the road from HQ.
(Cut to a closeup of Vertag's face)
Vertag: As what?
(Cut to a closeup of Lessala 's face)
Lessala: A radio controlled plane? A kite? (fade as she rattles off the possibilities) A metal balloon? A rare 3^rd Nation vulture?
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Roll Titles
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(Open in a large freight elevator. Vertag and Lessala, dressed in tight black spy-ninja costumes, flatten against the walls to either side of the door. They hold bulky super-tech weapons. The door opens. A giant in a black suit in an office looks towards the open doors with surprise. Lessala and Vertag spin around the edges to fire weapons. Bright beams of light fry the suited giant to a grease spot. Vertag and Lessala enter the office.)
Vertag: According to the Order of the Lock's map, the supersmart humans are in a kennel through that door. (he points)
Lessala: I will get them, you secure the exit.
Vertag: Right. (he takes a bag off his shoulder and starts putting explosives on the back wall of the office.)
Lessala: (opens the door. Camera follows her through into a bright room full of tables. On each table is a tiny lab set. Humans work with beakers of colored fluid, whiteboards full of formulas and wiring boards where they solder resistors as big as a hoagie into place) Earthlings! We are here to rescue you! And take you back to Earth!
Assorted humanity: Hooray! (Lessala unshoulders a bag and walks around like a reverse Santa Claus, picking up humans and thrusting them into her bag)
(Cut to the office space. Vertag crouches under the desk, pushes the button on a detonator and the wall implodes and gets sucked out into the space beyond. It reveals an air shaft. Windows on the other side show a bunch of surprised men in black suits.)
Vertag: You're hurrying, right?!
Lessala: Just a moment!
(Cut to the farmhouse. Vertag and Lessala still sit against the wall. The fire is dying down. Perez has her arms crossed where she stands on the camp stool)
Perez: You don't really think it'll be that easy?
Vertag: Shut up! I'm not done yet.
(Cut to the 'escape.' Vertag crouches down below the desk and pulls out a radio detonator)
Perez: (voice) You did that.
Lessala: (voice) She's right. You did.
(Vertag drops the detonator, stands to see the windows of the other giants. They pull out weapons. He draws his and quickly shoots. Each one hits a giant and creates another grease spot.)
Vertag: I am that good, plus they'll be caught by surprise to be attacked inside headquarters.
Lessala: (returning to the office) Who are you talking to?
Vertag: Never mind. You have everyone?
Lessala: Yes.
(The air shaft starts to darken and a wind whips up, blowing the debris from the explosion around the room. The assault craft lowers into view and hovers outside the window. The ramp lowers. Janet and Perez stand on the ramp, each holding a script that they read from.)
Janet: Hurry. There is not a lot of time!
Perez: She is right there is not.
(Lessala slings the bag onto the ramp and up into the craft. It closes. The craft drops a bit. Vertag and Lessala crawl out and sit on it as if riding double on a water ski. Handle bars stick out of the cockpit for Vertag to grab. Lessala grabs his waist. The craft rises up out of sight)
(Camera pans to the open door of the office. Tolag and some minions rush in, guns drawn. )
Tolag: Gosh darn it. We have just missed the interlopers.
Minion1: Shucks.
Minion2: Double shucks.
Minion3: We could race to the roof and shoot them?
Tolag: It is too late. The humans and their allies have defeated us. (Fade out on his depressed face)
(Fade in back at the barn. Janet laughs while Perez glowers)
Perez: Why is it that no one in your plan gets to use contractions except for you?
Vertag: To avoid obfuscation. (the others blink) Anyway, it'll.... It will be something like that.
Perez: Sure it will.
Janet: I have every confidence in Vertag's planning ability.
Lessala: But Vertag's best skill in planning is to lie his ass off.
Vertag: That's not a skill. It's an administrative tool.
Perez: But you lie to protect....someone. Who is there to lie to? Or for?
Lessala: That's a good point. You need to be more open, now. We're all in this together.
Vertag: Oh, I still have some secrets. (holds a hand up to the humans before they protest) Nothing that impacts our mission right now. I promise.
Janet: I'll accept that.
Perez: I guess we have to.
Lessala: Of course, he'd also promise that if he was lying about-
Vertag: Shut up your face. Seriously.
Lessala: Yes, former boss, sir.
Vertag: Okay. So anyway, how's that plan?
Perez: I don't want to take any human craft too close to the Directorate. If they have anything to shoot us down with, it'll be covering that building.
Janet: Good point.
Lessala: And I think we need at least one human to help convince the Earthlings we really are on their side.
Vertag: (nods) Rescue, not kidnapping.
Perez: Will we need that?
Lessala: Major, you're the one that collected Peck. You think the Directorate couldn't convince your scientists that Earth was destroyed, that Tolag was their only friend?
Janet: Good point. I'll go.
Vertag: I'd rather someone else.
Janet: (instantly enraged) I'm GOING, okay? ME! You need ME on this trip.
Lessala and Vertag: Yes, ma'am.
Perez: You going to tell them?
Lessala: Tell us what?
Janet: Well, if the Big Shot here can have secrets...
Vertag: Okay. It's a deal.
Lessala: It's not a deal! I wanna know what her secrets are. In fact, I want to know what YOUR secrets are.
Vertag: Tough. You'll find out when you need to. IF you need to. (everyone turns to Janet. She points to Vertag)
Janet: What he said.
Lessala: You two are going to be the death of me.
Perez: I'll kick him to death, (thumb towards Janet) if you'll take her out.
Lessala: Oh, sure, you take the easy one.
Vertag: Shut up. Now, we're going to have to work out the schedule. Movements, pickup, retreat.
Perez: Just call down a rescue exfiltration.
Lessala: But the radios are not secure!
Vertag: If we need an emergency lift, they already know we're there. Broadcasting, "come pick me up at the north end of the shootout' isn't going to hurt us any further.
Perez: Exactly. There's not a lot of intel you can get from an SOS.
Janet: I guess.
Lessala: Well, there's always SOME intel to be gained. But you're right, in that situation there won't be.
Vertag: Right. So, I have a map of Capitol City. (he takes out and unfolds the map, flattens it on the floor. Perez waves. He picks her up to put her down on the map.) The Directorate is here. There are two places that seem perfect for to land an assault craft.
Perez: So we'll avoid those.
Vertag: Exactly. Again, if there's any chance they have the weaponry, it'll be there. Now, we'll probably be coming out of the building here. (fade as he points and Perez walks towards the spot)
(fade in, same barn in the morning. Sunrise outlines the door and the covered windows on that side of the barn. The fire is out. Vertag and Lessala sleep on the floor next to the truck. Humans are in sleeping bags on the tailgate. A Marine sentry stands on top of the craft. The barn shakes from the sound of a sonic boom. Marines and giants all sit up suddenly.)
(Cut to a closeup of Perez sitting in her bag, pistol drawn)
Perez: That's one.
Vertag: One what?
Perez: One sonic boom. A jet has overflown this position. One boom for all-clear. Two if there's any concern. Three to tell us to run like hell.
(They all sit for a moment, listening to the silence)
Perez: That's all clear.
Lessala: So our hearts can start beating again?
Vertag: Yes, but only one of us at a time. You go ahead.
Lessala: Aw, that's sweet. (she grabs a canteen and a small bag) I'm going to powder my nose. (walks out a small door on the side of the barn)
(Humans rise, the sentry gets a relief, food packs are distributed as Vertag gets up and dressed)
Vertag: So, anyway, you guys need to get this back up to orbit and wait for our signal.
Perez: Well, Janet and I are coming with you guys.
Vertag: Not going to argue about that again.
Janet: Damn straight.
Perez: One thing, though, you haven't mentioned how we're getting into the Directorate?
Vertag: No, I haven't, have I? You guys don't need to know. I figure your satellites are going to follow us all the way there.
Perez: What if something goes wrong?
Vertag: Major, there's no one else on the planet you can prepare as a back-up team. If we fail-
(Two sharp sonic booms crack over the barn. Marines start to scurry towards and into their craft. Lessala runs back into room.)
Lessala: What was that? A signal? Tell me it means very VERY no one around?
Perez: Someone's coming. We have to get the craft out of here.
Janet: Pick us up! (Lessala takes up Perez and Janet while Vertag opens the garage doors)
Vertag: You guys need me to back the car out?
Perez: They need you to duck!
(Giants bend down and move to the side of the pickup. The assault craft hovers slowly up, back to the door, dips down and shoots into the sky)
Perez: They really should have done that at night.
Janet: Can we go now?
Vertag: (slowly, as if bored, while he frantically draws keys from a pocket) Well, yeah, sure, if you're in a hurry to get somewhere. (Lessala pockets the humans, shuts the tailgate and gets in the cab as Vertag starts the truck. HE backs out at a high rate of speed.) (Fade out as the pickup disappears through the open door)
(Fade in to the Excelsior conference room. Several Admirals sit around the table as Tolag's face comes onto the screen)
Admiral 2: Yes, Director?
Tolag: Admiral. Are you in contact with anyone else on this planet?
Admiral 3: You keep assuring us that you're in complete control of your nations. If it's that complete, then contacting anyone would be effectively contacting you, right?
Tolag: Unless they're criminals.
Admiral 1: So....NOT complete control of your planet.
Tolag: Some of my operatives report a suspicious amount of activity in the....wilder areas of First Nation. And signs that former Agent Vertag is involved.
Admiral 2: Signs? What sort of signs indicate a specific SID Agent?
(Cut to a dirt road through a wooded area. A giant police car is smashed into a tree, burning fiercely. A body dressed in the Special Assignment dark suit hangs from the window. Bullet holes are on the side, grouped around the center of the two doors (not wildly spaced). Part of a body is visible under the car. The camera pans to show another body sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree, blood staining the shirt over the heart. )
(Cut to the conference room)
Tolag: Former agent. And, well, nothing specific. A few sightings, other things that the investigators think are in Vertag's style, as it were.
Admiral 2: Well, there's no official effort to contact Vertag, but I think the Marine unit that garrisoned his exchange is trying to contact him.
Tolag: For what purpose?
Admiral 4: Vertag was a member of the Communications section's coffee mess. He owes them for back dues.
Admiral 3: For about six hundred gallons of coffee.
Tolag: I must insist that your forces have nothing more to do with this mutinous, and possibly insurrectionist individual.
Admiral 2: What, it might have negative impacts on the wonderful diplomacy we're enjoying right now? It might make it difficult for us to regain access to the cancer cure?
Tolag: Admiral. Admirals. I hardly need to inform you-
(The screen goes blank)
(Cut to a closeup of Admiral 1 as they take their finger off of a button on the table)
Admiral 1: I think that's about enough out of him for today.
Admiral 2: Why do we even bother to talk to him? We have the cure.
Admiral 1: To allay suspicions until we recover the last humans.
Admiral 4: Any word on how that's going?
Admiral 1: We're tracking their progress towards the capitol. That's all we can risk doing for now. Those experts they hold could compromise any signals we can exchange. (Fade out as the others nod)
(Fade in to a field with a dirt road running through it. Camera pans to follow the road. Some distance under the trees the pickup is parked. Zoom in on the dashboard. Janet and Perez sleep in sleeping bags. Pan back to see that Vertag and Lessala sleep in the pickup bed in one sleeping bag (made of two zipped together))
Lessala: Think they're watching us right now?
Vertag: Yes. And no, we're not going to tease the surveillance team.
Lessala: Oh, come on! Just one impossible position!
Vertag: No.
Lessala: But we could be famous! The authors of the giant sama sutra!
Perez: (voice) That's KAMA Sutra.
Janet: (Voice) I don't care WHAT they call it as long as they stop rocking the pickup!
Vertag: Sorry.
Lessala: Sorry. (fade out)
(Fade in to a giant conference room. Several men in business suits (not Special Assignment clothes) sit around the table. Dordell stands at the end. He steps away from a wall map of First Nation and lowers a pointer.)
Dordell: And last, I've reassigned all of Vertag's former subordinates to 2^nd Nation offices. That frees up agents who don't know him or actively hate him to transfer to 1^st Nation for the hunt.
Suit1: You don't trust these men?
Dordell: If I didn't trust them, I'd lock them up.
Suit2: But you won't send them to search for Vertag.
Suit3: Wouldn't their familiarity with his methods make them the better choice?
Dordell: I trust them as long as their choices are between SID and the forces of evil. If it comes down to SID or Vertag... I'd rather not risk it.
Suit4: So you don't trust them.
Dordell: I monitored Vertag and his men on many occasions, including their performance reviews. I have no doubt that they are loyal to the Directorate... They will provide many years of service to our organization.
Suit2: As long as we don't try to trust them when we need it the most.
Dordell: (turns to Suit2) Look, sir, if you were forced to choose between your children and the... (Deadpan look on Suit2's face) Never mind. Look, if I send them against Vertag right now, they may choose to take his side. If we wait a while, Vertag will be dead or in custody and they won't face a difficult choice.
Suit4: A while?
Suit6: How long is a while?
Suit1: How many Special Assignments are going to crash because of lack of personnel?
Dordell: Well, we're having difficulty identifying his goals.
Suit2: What do you mean?
Dordell: Clearly Agent Vertag has thrown in with the Little People. So he's helping them get what they want. What do they want?
Suit6: They want their tech back.
Suit4: There's no way that's going to happen. It's spread too far by now.
Suit2: They want to destroy us. The Directorate, probably the whole government.
Dordell: Maybe. But Vertag's got to have told them what he knows of what we're capable of. Is there... Anything we have that they can take away? Anything the Earthlings would know about or suspect?
Suits 1, 3, 4: No.
Dordell: (stares at the other deadpan faces for a moment. Shrugs) Okay. Then I guess we'll keep analyzing his movements and look for a pattern. (fade out as he walks out of the room)
(Fade in to a hallway in a giant building. Suit number 2 unlocks a door and goes inside.)
(Cut to the room interior. A large table is covered with electronic components, strewn about, wired together. Whatever it is works, but hasn't been assembled into a more stable casing. As Suit2 gets closer to the table, we see a figure moving around with a giant jeweler's screwdriver, wearing overalls.)
Suit2: Hey. We need to talk.
(The figure turns around and we see that it's Janet's identical twin sister, Jamie. She smiles up at the Directorate goon)
Jamie: Hello, sir! Good news! I managed to figure out the difference in how you guys make resistors so I can-
Suit2: That's good, miss Smith. I want to hear all about it at the presentation. But there's something we need to talk about.
Jamie: (lowers tool) Yes, sir?
Suit2: It's your sister, Jamie. We found her.
Jamie: Oh, that's great! Where is she?
Suit2: She's... She's cooperating with a rebel element, Jamie. We think they may be trying to kidnap you.
Jamie: Sir, she must be their prisoner! She would never cooperate.
Suit2: We hope not. But...they may have brainwashed her. Maybe she thinks they're the government. Or maybe she thinks Earth still exists. You can't trust her if you see her again.
Jamie: I-
Suit2: Promise me, you'll tell me if you hear from her.
Jamie: (sadly) Yes, sir. I promise.
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