.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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(We see an office. A woman sits behind it, facing the camera. An off-camera voice is interviewing her)
Voice: So, Mrs. Detton, what is your function here at Dreams Come True?
Detton: Well, this office is where we first start evaluating the children's requests.
Voice: What do you mean by evaluating.
Detton: Oh. Well, some children have fairly easy dreams. A ticket to Disneyca, a flight to orbit, a real Moon walk. That just takes money, some coordination, a few escorts.
Voice: So, 'easy' is an evaluation?
Detton: Yes. For within the organization. It's not to belittle the child's Dream, you know. We just don't have to defy the laws of physics to make it Come True.
Voice: I see. And what are the other evaluation categories.
Detton: We also get rather specific ones. I want to meet Christian Pottle, they'll ask, or I want to be on the next Star Wars movie, or shake hands with both Popes.
Voice: That takes more than a plane ticket.
Detton: Exactly. There are quite a few celebrities that have been wonderful about working with us. Some people offer favors, and if we can't use them, they might be a friend of a friend that's a Dream.
Voice: So you network?
Detton: Shamelessly. But this is for kids who are dying, so no doorman or appointments aide can make me or the other volunteers feel bad about pressing a request.
Voice: So what do you call those?
Detton: Favors. We need to find someone, usually the one person on Earth that can supply the Dream.
Voice: Is that it?
Detton: Well, there's the impossible ones.
Voice: Such as?
Detton: (waves at her computer) Take this one I got this morning. A twelve year old boy says his family watches Charity Tomms' show every week. And before he dies, he wants to… (trails off)
Voice: What?
Detton: He wants to go to the giants planet.
Voice: (bark of laughter) What? Why? For a giant hot dog or a Sundae he can swim in?
Detton: He wants to kiss that giant secretary, Lessala.
Voice: Really?
Detton: Really. (glances at screen) He says she's lovely and kind and funny and… Well, it's very sweet, but quite impossible.
Voice: Why?
Detton: Oh, getting permission to travel on military spacecraft, getting the military to take responsibility for a very sick boy, getting the proper medical support for the trip, getting permission from the giants. No. We'd love to, but I can't imagine it ever happening. (shakes her head)
Voice: (Pause) You know… Charity and I work for the same studio.
Detton: (freezes, pauses) And?
Voice: And I think Charity would just adore a human interest story with Lessala.
Detton: You mean…
Voice: Let me make a phone call.
(Cut to an office. Man behind the desk has a phone to his ear. Fourteen televisions on fourteen channels fill the wall behind him. Six laptops line a table under the TVs.)
Man: What? No, you don't need the giants' permission. Not as long as he isn't going to leave the garrison. (pause) No, we just got permission for Charity to travel on the supply ship to the Excelsior. Yeah, and down to the Exchange.
(Cut to a military office. High ranking officer behind the desk on a headset. Model planes and two spaceships mounted on the wall behind her.)
Officer: What? Oh, there's plenty of room. Room's not a problem. And the medical systems are among the best in the world. Both worlds. Or, you know, OUT of the worlds. (pause) Sure, I can start the request forms. Just need a Senator to sponsor the civilian transport request. (laughs) Oh, yeah. They'll fall over themselves to sponsor this trip. Maybe one can sponsor the boy, one the parents? (pause) What? (pause) Oh. Well, all that's left is getting HER permission. And, you know, her boyfriend's.
(Cut to Vertag's office. Lessala and Vertag are sitting on either side of the desk, sorting stacks of papers on his desk when the elevator door opens. Janet, Charity and Dr. Roth step out and around the SOG podium.)
Vertag: Hello?
Lessala: What's up?
Janet: Um… Guys? (looking back and forth between the giant faces) Can we talk?
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(Lessala has moved her chair around to Vertag's side of the desk. They lean down close to the desk where the three Earthlings sit on folding chairs. A poster-sized picture of the boy is held in Lessala's hand where it looks like a wallet photo)
Lessala: He wants to travel to another world for a kiss? From me? That's so sweet!
Vertag: He can't be the only one.
Janet: Well, no. But he gets to the front of the line because of his condition.
Lessala: What condition?
Charity: He's dying.
Vertag: What?
Lessala: Oh, no! Why?
Janet: He has cancer. A particularly nasty form of it. We've made great strides in treating it over the years, but we just can't quite put it down.
(Vertag and Lessala look at each other, then back to the humans)
Vertag: What's cancer?
Roth: Now, that would be why I'm along. I'm not sure what you call it here, but cancer is a disease that causes cells to grow without any sort of control or limits.
Vertag: So the kid is getting bigger?
Lessala: Oh. How big is he? Because in the wheelchair he looks tiny.
Roth: No, no. The whole body isn't what's growing. Cancer typically invades a single system and causes that to swell. A lump of tissue grows, pressing against everything else. Taking up valuable space, and sometimes spreading to other systems.
Vertag: You're talking about skirries.
Lessala: Really?
Roth: I'd have to know more about this skirries.
Charity: Scirrhus was an ancient Greek word for cancer, doctor. Sounds very similar.
Janet: How do you know that?
Charity: I'm doing a cancer story, I do have a research section. (they stare) Okay, I googled. Anyway, if that's what the word means, the tabloids are going to go crazy. It sounds like the stories that Atlantis was the home of the giants long ago may be true.
Janet: Oh. Yeah. Maybe.
Roth: Interesting.
Lessala: But why is he dying? Couldn't you-
Vertag: Quiet. Not a word.
Lessala: Okay.
Charity: What?
Janet: What?
Roth: What was she going to say?
Vertag: It's just that you guys usually have tech so far advanced from us… Well, it's odd to hear you admit to limits.
Janet: Oh. (gives Vertag a suspicious look)
Charity: Well, anyway, can Andy come here? And, uh, can you make his dream come true? (she looks back and forth between the couple)
Lessala: I would be honored.
Vertag: I don't see any threat to safety, security or the treaties. I would have no objection.
Charity: What about…?
Vertag: What about what? (Charity gestures from face to face) Janet, what is she talking about?
Janet: There are people back home that are worried that you might be jealous.
Vertag: Of a fifteen year old that's about this big? (hold's his fingers apart to indicate small human child. Looks at Lessala) She's right. I'm not sure I can let another man kiss my girlfriend.
Lessala: I should tell you that I find jealousy very sexy.
Vertag: I wouldn't want to get riled up. I might get into a fight with this Andy fellow.
Lessala: If he did fight you, he'd be doing it for my honor. You'd just be a jealous bastard. He'd kick your ass because his heart is pure. We'd better break up, then.
Vertag: We'd be fools not to. (they kiss) See you again after the visit.
Lessala: 'Kay. (They settle back in their seats.)
Charity: Now, about this 'skirries.' Do you know anyone that suffers from it?
Lessala: No, but it's the-
Vertag: Not a word.
Lessala: Oh. Right. (Lessala gets up, grabs a stack of paper and goes to her desk in the lobby)
Vertag: Okay. So, when is he getting here?
Janet: He and his family should be on the Excelsior tomorrow. The next shuttle drop. What did she want to say?
Vertag: He's already on the way here?
Roth: There may not be much time for Andy, Vertag. They didn't want to risk the wait.
Vertag: Ah. Okay. Well, let us know what we can do to make this…Dream Come True, as they say.
Charity: (stands up and approaches Vertag) You could answer the question.
Vertag: Press it, and I'll deny the kiss. (She stops dead and retreats. He stands and grabs his jacket.) Okay, I have some errands, see you all later. (walks out)
Charity: What the hell?
Roth: Maybe… Maybe there's a social stigma associated with skerries. People on Earth used to behave as if cancer was catching.
Janet: I don't know. Lessala wasn't scandalized.
Roth: But Lessala isn't First Nation. Maybe that's the difference?
Charity: And he is her boss, so she has to toe his line?
Janet: Maybe… (stares out at the lobby and the back of Lessala's head).
(Fade out, fade in to the compound. The Shuttle is overhead, busses roll down the ramp and into the Earthling building. Two line up to take the waiting refugees, one goes to the side, away from the busy exchange. Charity and her crew are set up. She waits with Drury, Adams and Roth. All are in their best suits or dress uniforms. The bus door opens and a cameraman backs out. He films Andy's first step onto the giants' planet.)
(Close up on Andy's face. The child is hairless, pale, skinny, etc. He takes a shaky step down, holding tightly to his mother's hand. Then he looks around, wide smile on his face)
Cameraman: Okay, Andy. How's it feel to be here?
Andy: Wonder (cough) Wonderful! Is she here?
Adams: (steps forward) She's waiting. Are you up to it or do you want to rest?
Debbie (Andy's Mother): You are a little excited. We don't want you collapsing in her hands.
Pat (Andy's Father): (steps down from the bus with a wheelchair he unfolds) And you haven't slept since we boarded the Excelsior. You know how you get.
Andy: Aw! I want to (he sneezes. There's a little bit of blood on his hand, he tries to surreptitiously wipe it on his sleeve) go see her! (he lets his parents ease him into the chair)
(Some people in medical garb debark and look around. A doctor grabs Andy's wrist, glances at the blood, then she checks his pulse. Roth waves for attention.)
Roth: The medical tent is just behind me. We moved it to be ready for Andy, here.
Doctor: (to Roth) Thank you, Dr. Roth. (to Andy) You need some rest and you know it. Let's get you as healthy as possible so you don't barf on your new girlfriend, okay?
Andy: (sour) Okay. (They all troop off towards the medical tent.)
(Cut to Vertag's desk. Vertag and Lessala wait. Lessala is in Vertag's chair which is closer to the SOG elevator. He waits patiently near the door, she is impatient.)
Lessala: Think he'll like me?
Vertag: Everybody likes you.
Lessala: Then why did you break up with me?
Vertag: To avoid an interplanetary incident.
Lessala: You wouldn't start a war for me? (he shrugs) Bastard.
(Elevator opens and four humans step out. Janet and Charity escort Pat and Debbie. They stop at the SOG's podium.)
Janet: Pat, Debbie, I want to introduce you to Vertag and Lessala. Guys? These are Andy's parents.
Lessala: It is… I don't know? Great to meet you? But sad, you know? And even a little embarrassing. But not so much. Maybe a little, but-
Vertag: She's not usually this much of a ditz. (Janet raises an eyebrow) What? Did I use the word wrong?
Janet: No. But you need to stop talking to Styles. (she steps out from the purely psychological protection of the SOG and walks over to where Lessala has a hand on the desk. Touches a knuckle) Thanks again.
Lessala: Sure. Where's Andy?
Charity: (taking steps to be halfway between Janet and the parents) Sleeping in the medical tent.
Lessala: Is he okay?
Charity: Doctors are watching him closely. (Lessala opens her mouth to ask another question)
Janet: Roth and Cheryl are watching over him, too.
Lessala: Oh. Okay, then. So. What can I do for you guys?
Pat: We, uh…
Lessala: I won't bite. Really. Not even playfully.
Vertag: Yeah, that's an image that'll make them more comfortable.
Lessala: Shuddup!
Charity: (to parents) Really, it's quite safe. Everyone in the Exchange trusts Lessala. (To Lessala) They just want to make absolutely sure you're okay with this.
Lessala: (nods, small smile) And make sure I won't hurt their fragile little boy.
Debbie: He's not that fragile. I mean, he's stronger than I am, in some ways.
Pat: He has to be.
Lessala: I can see that.
Pat: We also… I don't know how to say this.
Charity: Candor. Lessala's one of the more candid people I've ever met.
Lessala: Trust me, I won't take offense. I work for Vertag.
Vertag: What's that supposed to mean?
Lessala: That you can be an insensitive jerk, now shut up and let the grownups talk.
Charity: See what I mean?
Pat: (laughs, then sobers) Okay. Okay, what I'm really afraid of… You're taking this seriously, right?
Lessala: Oh, of course. A dying boy, what's more serious than that?
Debbie: You don't see him as, well, as a toy? Or a pet?
Pat: It's just that he really admires you. If you took this as some sort of joke… It would crush him. (looks horrified) No! No, not crush, I mean, I know you wouldn't do that.
Debbie: It would break his heart.
Lessala: Wow. You guys do candor pretty well, too.
Debbie: If it looks like you're going to play some sort of prank on him, I will stop it. (she takes a step forward) I will stop you. (Pat steps up to put an arm around his wife's shoulder)
Lessala: (slides out of the chair to kneel on the floor. Looks straight across to the parents eye to eye.) I swear to the Scholars, I would rather die than hurt him. That's why-
Vertag: Ahem.
Lessala: Oh.
Janet: What? WHAT? What's the big secret!
Vertag: Nothing. But sometimes, Lessala's candor gets her into trouble. Just take it for granted that she's serious. She's compassionate, she's sympathetic and she is very, very flattered to be the subject of Andy's Dream. Your boy's perfectly safe with her.
Lessala: I knew there was a reason I liked you. (They wink at each other. She turns to parents) So. Can I have a date with your son?
(Cut to the elevator doors in close up. They open. Timmy and parents are on the elevator. He rolls his wheelchair out, smiling widely. We pull back to see the camera crew is set up on the desk. A number of Marines and staff hang around outside of the shot to watch. They follow his progress. Another crew is pointed up and to the side. We pan to see Lessala dressed as she was for the 1-1-1 party in episode 1-19. Andy's eyes light up when he sees her. He rolls to a stop, staring.)
Lessala: Hi, Andy. It's nice to meet you.
Andy: Uh…
Lessala: Is the dress okay? (she spins) Charity said that you liked the films of me at the First of the First of the First Party.
Andy: Uh…
Vertag: (standing in the corner again) That's a yes.
Andy: (swallows) You're beautiful.
Lessala: You're sweet. (she sits down and scoots the chair close. He stares at her face the whole time) Um. That's not the wheelchair you had in the picture they showed me.
Andy: They say my real one's classified. Can't bring it down here. The power supply hasn't been sold to you yet.
Lessala: Oh. A secret wheelchair. That's cool.
Andy: (Giggles) I guess.
Lessala: (smiles) Now. Do you have any questions?
Andy: All my friends wanted me to ask you about (fade out)(Fade back in. Andy is holding a giant earring in his lap. Lessala unrolls a scroll about the size of her finger. Inside is a credible drawing of her face.
Lessala: Wow! Did you do this? This is great. (shows it to Vertag who nods) Thanks, Andy! I'm going to get this framed.
Andy: It's just something (coughs. Continues coughing for a bit then stops. Debbie gives him a drink of water)
Pat: Are you okay, sport?
Debbie: Do we need to get a rest?
Lessala: Are you okay?
Andy: I'm fine. But maybe we'd better…
Lessala: Oh! Yeah. Dream come true and all that. (cups her hands around the chair and leans down, pursing her lips. Parents back away, Andy leans forward. Lessala pauses and looks at the cameras and people all staring at them) Um. I know that you guys need a picture of the kiss. And everyone's waiting to see it…but a first kiss should be private, you know?
Vertag: Take him to the kitchen. We'll wait. You can always do the second one here. If that's okay with Andy.
Andy: Yeah, yeah, fine.
Debbie: Uh…
Pat: He'll be fine. And he's right. No one was filming us for millions of viewers when we met.
Lessala: Great. (scoops up the chair and Andy and walks carefully out. Vertag scurries to open the security door for her, shuts it, then comes into the office and shuts that door.
Vertag: So. How do we make sure that we can keep track of Andy's progress? She's going to want to know all about…
(Cut to the kitchen. Lessala lowers the chair to the table and sits. She pulls something out of her cleavage)
Andy: Miss Lessala, I don't mind if they film me kissing you.
Lessala: Oh, neither do I. I just wanted to get you away from your doctors.
Andy: Why?
Lessala: (she unfolds a wrapped napkin to reveal a small wooden box. She lifts the lid and holds it out to Andy) Because they might object to me giving you this.
Andy: (looks in the box. It's a pale wood with a very bright yellow shard in the bottom. It looks like a chip of something. To Andy, it's about the size of a candy bar.) What is that?
Lessala: When I was little, the best part of my birthday was
(Cut to the human monitoring tent. Two technicians listen to the conversation)
Lessala (voice): -getting a bar of sweetle.
Andy (voice): Sweetle?
Lessala (voice): It's a very rare candy, even back home. I looked everywhere
(Back to the kitchen)
Lessala: but couldn’t find any. But, lucky for you, I found the box that my last one came in. There's just one sliver left. I want you to have it.
Andy: Wow. Thank you! (he takes it, looks at it) Is it safe?
Lessala: Of course it is. Go ahead. It's the greatest thing I've ever had.
Andy: Okay. (takes a bite. Chews thoughtfully) It's, um. Interesting.
Lessala: That's what my mom says every time I cook. Good, huh?
Andy: Yeah… (starts to put it down)
Lessala: No, no, Andy, you have to take the whole dose.
Andy: What?
(Cut to the tent)
Tech 1: What did she say?
Lessala (voice): You have to eat the whole thing. It's good luck. (sounds worried) You do like it, don't you?
Tech 2: She said dose.
Andy (voice): yeah, okay. I, um. Okay.
Tech 1: You don't describe candy as a dose.
Tech 2: Well, you and I don't, but the giants…?
Tech 1: No. No, she's up to something. (grabs a phone)
(Cut to the desk. Styles is at the podium when it rings, picks it up)
Styles: Styles. (pause) She what? (looks around) Roth!
(Cut to the kitchen. Andy swallows the last little bit then looks up expectantly.)
Andy: Okay, uh. Well, Lessala, I really am enjoying this visit.
Lessala: But you're tired of waiting.
Andy: (smiles) Yeah.
Lessala: Okay. C'mere. (Helps Andy stand and lifts him gently into the air. Cuddles him to her face and purses her lips. He purses his and leans over. They kiss, very gently. He sags and leans against her face.)
(Cut to the office. Vertag is talking to Charity and the camera.)
Vertag: Yes, my bosses are aware of Andy's visit. I briefed them. They're hoping that this improves Earthling feelings about my people-
(The door bursts open and Lessala steps in)
Lessala: He stopped talking. I thin he fainted.
(Closeup on her hands as she lowers Andy. He's unconscious. Red lipstick smears his forehead and cheeks as if it was applied by the gallon. Little bits of yellow foam fleck his lips, standing out against the lipstick. Doctors and medics scoop him out of her hand and onto a stretcher. They wheel him to the elevator, shouting all sorts of things at each other. Parents follow. There's no room for them and the medics so they wait outside as the doors close. Camera crew catches up to them)
(Across the desk, Lessala looks worried. Vertag looks grim. Down on the desk surface, Adams and Janet are talking to Styles. Janet gasps and turns to glare at Vertag.)
Janet: What the HELL did you do?
Vertag: What? Me? I was right in here the whole time! What makes you suspect me?
Janet: I know you. Therefore I suspect you.
Pat: (turning around, holding his wife close) What's happening? Did she squeeze him too hard?
Lessala: No! I just gave him some candy! (turns to Vertag) You said it would be safe!
Vertag: I said probably safe.
Janet: You…you…what have you DONE?!?
Vertag: That is the question, isn't it?
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