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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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(A tent set up as an office. A chaplain sits at a desk, looking from a book to a laptop as he writes a sermon. Headphones cover his ears, and we hear loud classical music (Wagner, or something else that’s busy, without soft interludes). Behind him, bookends on a cabinet bounce up in the air and come down apart (no clatter, we still hear only the music). A book leans. They bounce again and fall off the cabinet. Books fall silently. A poster in a frame on the side of the tent jumps off the mounting and falls. A pencil cup on the desk pops up, catching his eye. He watches as it pops up again, spilling pens and pencils. He gathers everything up, then watches it pop once more. The movement stops and he starts to reorder his desk. A young enlisted man steps into the tent, picks up a signal flag in an umbrella stand and waves it with a long-suffering air. The chaplain sees this and pulls off his headphones. The music stops.)
Chaplain: Yes, corporal?
Corporal: Father Grant, you have a visitor.
Chaplain: Well, send them in, send them in. (starts to reorder the desk, turn off his iPod, pocket the headphones)
Corporal: Mmmmm, no. (turns and leaves)
Chaplain: (after a moment, realizes what the answer was) What? What do you mean, no? (no answer, he gets up and steps out)
(Outside his office is a larger tent set up as a nondenominational meeting room. Several other offices open off of the room. No one is in the room, he starts walking towards the opening)
Chaplain: Who is it? Some atheist afraid to enter even this house of God? (steps outside)
(Vertag lays on the floor of the Earthling Building. He leans on his elbows, looming over the chaplain)
Chaplain: Oh! Um, well hello, Agent, uh, Vertag.
Vertag: Hello. Major Perez says you’re the person to answer some questions I have.
Chaplain: Really? Okay, great. Yeah. What do you want to know?
Vertag: Well, I had a weird experience the other day. I have a lot of questions about it.
Chaplain: Was it a vision? A visitation? A feeling, a realization?
Vertag: What do you know about zombies? (Chaplain looks up at him and blinks) You know? Animated dead, shambling walk, immune to bullets or grenades?
Chaplain: You might…want to talk… um, to the Wiccan chaplain.
Voice(Female): (From inside the meeting tent) The hell he does!
Vertag: Or ghosts? Are you more comfortable talking about ghosts?
Chaplain: Uh…
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(Lessala sits in her car at a drive-in theatre. The characters on the screen are discussing the moral implications of digging up archeological finds outside the 3^rd Nation capitol. Lessala sips her drink. Vertag opens the passenger door and enters the vehicle quickly.)
Vertag: (watching the screen) You’re being watched.
Lessala: (doesn’t look away from the screen)The guy in the pickup?
Vertag: Yes. I threw a rock at the truck and jumped in while he was searching under the chassis.
Lessala: Well, he’s not StateSec. He’s just a guy that likes young women.
Vertag: Better safe than sorry.
Lessala: (nods, sips) Thanks for coming.
Vertag: No problem. What do you want?
Lessala: I need some help.
Vertag: Don’t you have someone for that?
Lessala: Not for this. I heard a rumor.
Vertag: (pointing to the screen as a new actress walks on) Isn’t she dead?
Lessala: She was. This is the remake.
Vertag: Oh. What’s the rumor?
Lessala: Atomics.
Vertag: (turns to face her.) Where?
Lessala: That’s part of the problem. The place is under Central protection.
Vertag: Okay. What’s the other part?
Lessala: I think they have complete bombs. More than one.
Vertag: Crap. The humans will go crazy if they hear about this.
Lessala: If they haven’t already. (fade out as the camera zooms in on the movie screen. The actor holds a replica of the Statue of Liberty and wonders why one would design a doll in this manner.)
(Fade in: A giant laboratory. Some lead-glass windows look upon remote-control assembly areas, a few monitors beep quietly to themselves, and a cage on a workbench holds a human woman in worn clothes. She crouches in straw and looks tired. A giant dressed as a scientist carries another cage over, this one with a human male. He puts the cage down and opens the doors. He watches as the male climbs out of the cage and runs to the woman’s. He talks while this happens)
Niccane: See? A good week’s work brings rewards for the weekend. (sneers as the humans hug tightly) Your little mate is unharmed, and will stay that way as long as you cooperate. (stands up and looks over at the assembly areas) Quite the output of atomics. And once we get the supply system fixed, you should be able to double your production. (he looks down as the humans glare up at him) Well? Not going to thank me for reuniting you?
Humans: Thank you, Niccane.
Niccane: There you go. Now, it’s the weekend, so you have a lot of time to yourselves. Make it worthwhile. (sneers, closes the cage door, waves bye-bye, dims the lights, walks out.)
Male: I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.
Female: We have no choice. You’ll take it as long as you have to. We just-
(they both turn to look at the air vent in the wall above them. The metal of the grate bends a bit and Perez pokes her head out. She wriggles through and rappels down to the table the cages are on.)
Perez: Doctor Hasan?
Female: Yes?
Perez: Doctor, mister Hasan, I’m Major Perez. I’m here with Spacefleet. We’ve been looking for you. We’re getting you out of here.
Doctor: Oh, you can’t!
Perez: Don’t worry about the traps in the ventilation system. We disabled them.
Male: It’s not that!
Doctor: They have a dozen nukes! We can’t leave them behind!
Perez: We won’t, ma’am. Fleet’s taking care of the weapons stock from orbit. We just have to get you out of the way before that happens. Now let’s-
(The giant door starts to open. The rappelling rope is drawn quickly upwards. Perez turns left, right, runs behind a metal box on the corner of the table and hides just as the room lights come on.)
Niccane: (walking up to the cage) Oh! I forgot something. (looks closely at the couple) Is there anything you two want to tell me? (They shake their heads, trying to look innocent) Darn. And you were doing so well. (moves to the light switch, taps it, the panel opens to reveal a red button.) Now, I’m not sure exactly how smart the average Earthling is. But one would expect someone crawling through our ventilation system to notice that it was a lot easier to come into the building than it would have been to get out. (taps the button. Flames shoot out of the ventilation grate. Short screams sound, immediately cut off)
(Behind the box, Perez covers her mouth, a horrified expression on her face)
(Niccane closes the panel and walks to the cage)
Niccane: You see, I really was going to let you spend the weekend together. But you didn’t tell me about the futile rescue attempt. (reaches into the cage, menaces the couple with his hand) That deserves a punishment. (Removes the husband and locks him in the second cage. Doctor Hasan starts to cry.) Back to the average Earthling’s intelligence. Ever wonder why I put a hiding place on the same table as your cage? (He taps the metal box)
(Behind the box, Perez starts to throw herself to the back of the table. The back of the box opens and reveals a dark empty space. It sucks in air as a powerful vacuum, snatching Perez inside and out of sight. (fade out)
(Fade in: Vertag’s office. He’s dressed in rough clothes, turning off the lights. Janet stands at the SOG station, which is not manned.)
Janet: What do you mean, a day off?
Vertag: I’m closing the office. Lessala bought a new bedroom set. She asked me to help unload it and assemble it. It should take us the day, then back to business tomorrow.
Janet: I’d like to see Lessala’s place. Can I come?
Vertag: This isn’t Exchange business. I can’t really justify it, if anyone should notice.
Janet: Who’d notice?
Vertag: The people who bug my office, my car, my mailbox. The police outside, the waitress at the diner, Lessala’s landlord…
Janet: Okay! Okay, okay! I’ll just stay here and play solitaire or something. (enters the elevator)
Vertag: That’s good. (turns to go, turns back) Unless that’s a euphemism for something obscene?
Janet: (smiles) Wouldn’t you like to know! (doors close.
(Cut to the laboratory. Mr. Hasan is in the cage, curled up in misery. The lab door opens and a young assistant walks up to the scientist)
Asst: Dr. Niccane! There’s someone here to see you!
Niccane: There’s no one on the schedule.
Asst: It’s no one I’ve seen before, sir. But she’s on the list! She has clearance! And so does her bodyguard.
Niccane: Bodyguard? With clearance? Did she introduce him that way?
Asst: No, sir. She called him her aide, but it’s pretty clear-
Lessala: It’s pretty clear that I’m being forced to wait for mere gossip. (She enters, Vertag a step behind. Both are wearing dark suits, cut very severe. Lessala is in makeup to look older. Wrinkled face, a touch of gray, thick glasses. Vertag carries a briefcase, wears sunglasses. Very men-in-black. Two of the facility’s own security guards enter the room behind them, taking up station on either side of the entrance.
Niccane: What is this? Who are you people?
Lessala: Sir, I am Inspector Adricore of Defense.
Niccane: I’ve never heard of you
Lessala: Consider yourself to have been very, very lucky, then. At least until today.
Niccane: Well, what do you want?
Lessala: A full update. I only heard about this project today. Let’s avoid rumors and gossip, just tell me everything that goes on here.
Niccane: (crosses arms, leans against a worktable.) Why? I’ve never heard of you, or been told that I answer to you. You come in off the street and make demands. I don’t feel like playing. (Vertag gives a small, evil smile and starts walking around the room, looking into and at things. The assistant hovers near, not sure if he should stop Vertag or not)
Lessala: (pulls off her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose) This is why the Chief took away my pistol. The problem is not who I am, Doctor. The problem is that I heard about this facility from the Earthlings.
Niccane: (Eyes bug out, he loses a good bit of his pomposity) What? That’s… That’s not possible.
Lessala: Tell that to my intercept office. The Earthlings seem to be able to detect atomic activity from orbit. They’re zeroing in on your position. Bring me up to date, so I can figure out what we have and what we have to do. We haven’t got much time. You can waste it arguing about my clearance, but since we ARE on the list, that time is coming out of the solution.
Niccane: This… this…
Lessala: Doctor!
Niccane: Ah. Of course. Alright. Well, as you know, it is very difficult for us to work with the materials that make atomics. The critical mass is just so very small-
Vertag: (without looking away from the assembly area he’s next to) A physics lesson.
Lessala: We know this, Doctor.
Niccane: Yes, well. Um. We have acquired a nuclear physicist, an Earthling scientist, and her husband. She’s crafted an assembly unit in there (gestures to one of the leaded windows). As you know, we have good skills for automation and mechanically programmed-
Vertag: (pushing the assistant back as he looks along a workbench) And a history lesson.
Niccane: Uh, yeah. Well, we automated as much as we could. She has been crucial for calibrating the devices, and she has to be involved directly in the sub-critical masses. I mean, as much as the head of a pin could be enough to blow this building and half of the block into-
Lessala: Yes. Now, how many atomics have you completed?
Niccane: (pause) She, uh, she’s working on her…tenth device.
Lessala: (looks skeptical) So there’s-
Vertag: (coming up to the table with the Hasan couple’s cage) Who is this? The scientist?
Asst: (we follow this conversation while Lessala and Niccane talk in the background) Oh, no. That’s the scientist’s mate.
Vertag: Ah. A hostage. (turns to the side, we see the second cage. Perez is in it. Her uniform, weapons, harness and boots have been removed, replaced with a rough-cloth robe of sorts. She looks up at him with arms crossed, glaring) Who is this?
Asst: That’s the only survivor of a group of Earthlings that tried to break in here over the weekend.
Vertag: The only…? How many were there?
Asst: Oh, I don’t know. We’d have to get a chimney sweep to drag the ventilation conduits for skulls to know for sure. (Perez briefly flashes her fingers to indicate the number ten. Vertag nods once)
Vertag: She’s not really dressed as a terrorist. Were they scavenging for food?
Asst: (reaching onto a shelf for a glass jar) Well, she used to be wearing this.
Vertag: (pours the jar into his hand, pokes through the contents) You stripped her?
Asst: I disarmed her.
Vertag: Bet she didn’t like that.
Asst: She pitched a tiny bit of a fit.
Vertag: (pinches up a grenade launcher. Looks it over as he dumps everything else back in the jar. Turns to Perez) Not so intimidating without this, huh? (dangles weapon over the cage) Want it? Want it? Jump for it! (She glares, asst. giggles) Come on, jump for it! (He taps the cage with his other hand. She jumps, he yanks it up. She falls to her hands and knees in the wood chips. In that position, she and we see Vertag’s other hand as he slips three of her own hand grenades into the cage. She ducks her head so only we see the evil smile on her face)
Asst: She doesn’t want to play.
Vertag: (tossing the gun back into the jar) Guess not. Some are more amusing than others. (Walks over towards Lessala, Assistant follows. Perez crawls to the side of her cage)
Lessala: (stepping away from a window to an assembly area. She holds Doctor Hasan in her hands. Niccane follows her, making abortive gestures to snatch his prize pet back from the inspector, but fearing her too much to do so) Well, we have to get moving. We’ll take the Doctor and her husband to Central. The atomics will go to the Chief. Then if the Earthlings do find this place, we only loose the assembly equipment. Not the weapons or the knowledge. And if they find the nukes, they don’t compromise the equipment or the knowledge.
Niccane: Now that is quite enough, Inspector. I was assured complete autonomy in this. You can’t have my assets or my work. You simply can not.
Lessala: (To Vertag) Well? How do you think we should proceed?
Vertag: This is your op, Inspector. It’s up to you to-
(The door of Perez’ cage blasts apart. The Asst. rushes towards it. One of the security guards starts to follow him. Niccane turns his back on Lessala as Vertag turns to the remaining guard.)
(Perez jumps through the wreckage to land on the table. She holds one grenade behind her back as a pitcher on the mound. She mutters under her breath.)
Perez: Five…four…three…
Asst: Hold still you little- (Perez tosses the grenade. Asst. reaches to snatch it but misses. It explodes next to his throat. He staggers back, hand held to his neck as copious amounts of blood issue forth. Behind him, the security guard snatches a metal clipboard and holds it as a shield in front of his face. Perez pulls a knot of wood from her sleeve and throws it, immediately drawing her last grenade from the same sleeve.)
(Guard’s POV: The guard hears something bounce off the clipboard. Drops it to glare at Perez)
Guard1: Gotcha, you little-
(Perez’s POV: Grenade goes off just above his eyebrow. He throws himself to the side, hand on his bleeding eye. He staggers backwards, bumping on a table. He recovers his balance just before Lessala stabs a stiletto into his heart. As Perez glances across the room, we see that guard sinking down to lie across the body of the other guard. The assistant has stopped struggling at his spot on the floor. Lessala is picking up Doctor Hasan from one of the work tables. Vertag has Niccane up against a wall. Niccane’s arm is twisted in Vertag’s grip, almost to the point where his left wrist touches his right ear)
Vertag: We need a new plan.
Lessala: (puts Hasan down next to Perez, starts to open the cage with the husband in it) Why? No alarms have gone off.
Vertag: Did you see the monitors in the hallway? Radiacs. If we take the atomics out, we’ll set off alarms that’ll be heard in Island County.
Lessala: (letting the man out, smiling as he hugs his wife) Well, what else can we do?
Perez: Hey! Giant! Does anyone know you’re here?
Lessala: Um, no. Why?
Perez: We have to get out. NOW!
Niccane: You can’t get-(Vertag lifts his elbow another inch) Rrrrrrgh!
Lessala: We can’t leave the atomics here.
Perez: Look, plan B is going down at noon!
Lessala: Plan bee? (she lifts the jar with Perez’ gear and dumps it on the table. Perez grabs her grenade launcher and a bandolier of ammo)
Perez: Taking the place out from orbit.
Vertag: With those aesthetic weapons?
Perez: Kinetic energy weapons. (checks the weapon is loaded, closes it) I came in here on the weekend, to get them out. If I didn’t make contact by the morning of 2^nd Day, they’re going to take the place out at local noon. We have to get out before that happens.
Lessala: Sweetheart, it’s half past noon.
Perez: What? Why didn’t they carry out the strike?
(Up in the Excelsior control room. The Admiral paces back and forth. The Commander huddles with the technicians at the screens)
Commander: No sign of the agent yet, sir.
Admiral: But we’re sure he’s still in the building?
Commander: Yes, sir. We tracked him to the door, then lost him the same way we lost the Major’s commando.
Admiral: Does anyone in Coastal City know what he’s doing there?
Tech1: Miss Crane reports that he’s helping a friend move furniture.
Tech2: Vertag has friends?
Admiral: Well, dammit, if he’s not out of there by-
Tech1: Sir! (on the screen, a graphic of the building shows a blue dot leaving by the front door. A red dot moves alongside.) He’s left the building. And he has one Marine with him!
Admiral: Tell the Inflict they’re a go to start the countdown. Let me know if he stays close to the site.
(On a giant street in front of an office building, Lessala leads as the two step quickly towards an unmarked sedan. A man rushes out and runs up to catch up to them.)
Asst2: Inspector Adricore!
Lessala: (makes eye contact with Vertag) (low) Start the car. (louder) Yes?
Asst2: Inspector, there’s a problem in the supply room, but Doctor Niccane isn’t answering the call button. And the door’s locked.
Lessala: And this is my problem because…?
Asst2: Well, ma’am, was he busy when you left or...? (he wilts as she glares up at him) I’ll, uh. Try the intercom again.
Lessala: Young man, do you understand what they are doing inside the secure area? What technology they’re working with?
Asst2: Um, yes?
Lessala: Is there anything going on in there that will be improved by jostling the man’s elbow while he works?
Asst2: Um, no. No, ma’am, there isn’t. I’ll, uh, I’ll go tell security to stop trying to force the door.
Lessala: I’d expect that would be- (over his shoulder, she sees light in the sky. She turns and ducks down behind the car as a column of light strikes the building. Vertag opens the door and drags her in, already starting to move the car as bits of building start to rain out of the sky.)(fade out)
(Fade in: Adams, in full dress uniform, walks into a locker room. On a coat rack next to a row of lockers is a Marine dress uniform tricked out in full regalia. Adams reaches out gently to the Congressional Medal of Honor pinned at the top, stroking it with a fingertip. He continues on past a row of field showers into a gym. The gym is empty except for Perez. She is beating the living hell out of a human-shaped boxing dummy. It has some minimal robotic movement, ducking and punching back. He watches for a while, checking his watch.)
Perez: Hey, Colonel.
Adams: The memorial ceremony is in-
Perez: I’ll be there, sir. Just finish here, shower, dress and show up.
Adams: Cutting it kind of close, Major.
Perez: Found a shortcut, sir. There’re ten fewer uniforms to inspect.
Adams: (walks along the edge of the gym tent) The giants expressed a desire to attend the service.
Perez: Can’t stop ‘em. (She pauses, the dummy lands one on her chin. She staggers back, shakes it off) God knows, we can’t stop ‘em. (Turns to come back as the dummy. Adams steps up to turn it off. She stands, arms limp at her sides.)
Adams: You could say they can’t come. I’m sure that would stop them.
Perez: That’s not us, though. That’s them deciding to be nice. (She strips off the gloves, sits on a bench. Adams sits at the far end) I couldn’t stop him, sir. (eyes down on the floor)
Adams: (watching Perez) From doing what, Damerae?
Perez: From doing whatever he wanted. He held me in one hand and tore off my clothes with needlenose pliers. I couldn’t. Stop him.
Adams: I think that one-hundred-seventy ton weight advantage came into play pretty early in that bout.
Perez: Yeah,(small smile) a little out of my league.(sobers) But it’s the game we’re in.
Adams: As I hear, you killed that giant, didn’t you?
Perez: AFTER another giant leveled the playing field.
Adams: It happens. As I recall, you had a little help on that mesa. The one where you got the… (gestures to his chest, about the spot where a CMOH would go)
Perez: Help, yes. But if the helo crew hadn’t been there, I’d have still been able to take out the launcher. Eventually.
Adams: Well, Dam, I didn’t bring you all this way because I hoped you’d only get in fair fights.
Perez: (another small smile) Lord knows I try to avoid those, Colonel. (smile lingers as she looks up to meet his eyes)
Adams: Seems to me that you either decide you’re going to learn from this encounter or you run from it.
Perez: Or both?
Adams: (shakes head, stands) Nope. It’s a binary decision tree, here, pick one or the other. I don’t even care how you do it. Flip a coin, find a Magic 8-ball, read your horoscope, or go find a gypsy woman. I hear Brown knows one.
Perez: Maybe I could just use my brain?
Adams: (starting to walk out) Well, if you want to go into uncharted territory, sure.
Perez: (she smiles after him, turning rueful after a moment) Sir?
Adams: Major?
Perez: Thank you, sir. And… I think the giants would be a bit awkward at the memorial. Looming over everyone, having to take mincing steps, looking like they’re using toy soldiers to play a game of funeral.
Adams: You may have a point. I will tell them that-
Perez: Could we have a second one? On Vertag’s desk, maybe?
Adams: (nods with an approving smile) I don’t see any problem with that. (turns to go) It’ll be hell getting the band up in the elevator, but they’re Marines. They’ll adapt.
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