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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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(Vertag at his office desk, reading a newspaper. The elevator opens, Janet steps out. She pauses and encourages Perez to follow.)
Janet: Come on. Come on, it’ll be fine.
Perez: Okay. (she steps out. She’s wearing some sort of shiny metal bracelets and a fanny pack. She returns the SOG’s salute and walks behind Janet to the giant)
Janet: Hey, Vertag? Can we hurt you?
Vertag: (looks at Janet, Perez) What? (puts down the paper) Is this some sort of therapy?
Perez: No.
Janet: Yes. Well, sort of. See, Brown has considered Damerae’s recent capture and come up with something to help her deal with giants.
Vertag: Really? Does it work?
Janet: That’s what we’re here to find out. Give me your hand.
Vertag: (pause) Not until you tell me what Brown invented.
Janet: It’s a sort of taser system.
Vertag: Oh! (points to a stack of memos in his in-box) We’re getting those. Central is issuing them to all police and security personnel. That’s electrical charges that knock people down on… Wait, aren’t they about this big? Can you really carry one of those into the field?
Janet: Well, yours are going to be. Brown used some superconductors to make the capacitors-
Vertag: Superconductors?
Janet: Later. Anyway, the charging equipment only takes as much space as (gestures, Perez turns to show the fanny pack over her fanny.), well, that.
Vertag: How many charges will it hold?
Janet: Oh, he also adapted your broadcast energy technology. It’ll recharge anywhere in the city.
Vertag: Interesting. But will it drop a giant?
Perez: As long as I can zap them enough to get out of their grip, that’s all I need. (she crosses her wrists at the bracelets, kind of a Wonder Woman pose)
Janet: Brown’s calculations and tests seem to indicate that it’ll be impossible for you to close your fingers around her while she’s got those on.
Vertag: Okay. Well, let’s see if it works. (holds his hands over Perez) Um, you might want to step back, Janet. In case I flinch.
Janet: Oh! Yes. (pats Perez on the shoulder with an encouraging smile, walks a distance away) Vertag reaches towards her. Perez visibly steels herself not to run)
Vertag: So, little Earthling-
(View from the reception room. We can see Lessala’s desk, which is empty, and the open door of Vertag’s office. We see nothing inside the office but still hear voices)
Vertag (voice): -now I have you right where I want- (All the lights in both offices dim. The shadows make the bright flash of light inside Vertag’s office more impressive. There is an electrical snap, then the sound of a body crumpling to the floor. The lights come back up)
Janet (voice): Oh, dear. (pause) Is he alive?
Perez (voice): He’s twitching. Dead people don’t move.
Janet (voice): That’s not movement. That’s more… I don’t know, sizzling like bacon?
(Lessala comes in the front door, wearing a jacket and holding a bag of takeout food)
Lessala: Man, they’re animals out there today. (puts bag down, takes off jacket and puts it on a coat hook) The guy behind me in the line kept asking if I wanted to take out him. And there were too many witnesses to take him out. (laughs) And I- (stops to sniff at the air) Dang, boss! If you had pork sandwiches, why did you send me out for chicken? (steps to the door and looks in) Eep! (steps into the office, out of sight) Vertag? Well, Major, I guess you finally got him to stop making fun of your accent.
Perez: He makes fun of my accent?
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(The scene is in the giant forest. A platoon of Marines crouches under the root of a tree. They are disheveled and uncomfortable. All scratch, some more violently than others.)
Medic: Guys! Doctor Roth said not to scratch!
Lieutenant: That’s…probably a good idea.
Marine1: Sir, the Doc doesn’t know how bad it is!
Lieutenant: Well, try not to draw blood.
Radioman: Sir! Roth says they’re almost here. Asks us not to shoot.
Marine2: (Scratching his back with his rifle) Not too likely anyhow.
(Vertag steps into view around the tree, looking for the unit. Dressed for the wild, he carries a metal box. One whistles, he steps closer and kneels. Doctor Roth and Janet are in the Earthling Holster)
Vertag: Hey, guys. Did you see a fire-brush while you were out? It’s a weed, lots of pods growing on looping curls. (gestures with his hands) Small, sharp leaves growing in bunches, pointing out of the loops like arrows out of a quiver?
Marine1: (looking at the display of a digital camera) Yeah. Pretty much. (uses the camera to scratch his cheek)
Vertag: (leaning down over the unit, shouts) STOP SCRATCHING!! (The voice of God, thundering out of a face the size of a billboard, causes all the men and women to freeze) FALL IN! (They rush to formation, freezing in place, twitching but not scratching. Vertag opens the box and pulls out a roll of duct tape. He talks more conversationally) The fire-brush has a type of mite that lives on it. (he tears off a strip of tape) When you go under it, the mites drop on you. (He picks up one of the Marines, wraps the tape to immobilize him from elbow to knee, lowers him into the box.) They dig under your clothes, into your skin. That’s the itching. (Continues immobilizing the unit) If you scratch, you drive them deeper under your skin. Eventually the scratching won’t affect them, but the itching won’t stop. (Reaches for a Marine, she flinches and steps away)
Roth: Schuster! Atten-HUTT!
Schuster: (pops tall) Ooo-rah, sir! (holds still for Vertag)
Vertag: It’s necessary. (she nods, he picks her up) Anyway, it can be fatal for us. (continues with the rest of the unit) And horribly lethal for Earthlings. Lucky for all of you, there’s a cure. (packs away the last Marine, closes the box, lifts it, walks off)
(The sign at the front door indicates that the building is a Veterinary practice. Vertag opens the door and walks in.)
Roth: Veterinarian! Really!
Vertag: Doctors won’t treat your people.
(A woman walks out in a lab coat, bends slightly to talk directly to the doctor)
Vet: Which is a good thing. They’d really screw up the dosage. You’re much better off here. (Looks from Roth and Janet to Vertag) And what can we do for you?
Vertag: I have 20 Earthlings that walked under a fire-brush. (opens the box and shows her) I immobilized them and brought them straight here.
Vet: Oh. Okay, we can fix them. (turns to walk into the surgery, Vertag follows with the box)
Vertag: I’ll pay for this in cash.
Vet: No insurance for the little people?
Vertag: Yeah, but I don’t want to explain the bill to SID. (The vet takes a small misstep at the name of his agency. In the surgery, she taps the top of a large cabinet, points to a shelf in front of it. Vertag puts the box down there.)
Vet: (taking some bottles from a shelf, mixing chemicals in a beaker) Well, this is a quick fix. (glances in the box. We see the Marines. They squirm and wriggle, trying to scratch. A close-up on one man shows him trying to bend his head enough to bite his shoulder) They’re pretty far gone. (grabs another bottle) I’ll add a sedative. (eyedroppers some fluid into the beaker.)
Roth: What is the base of the antidote? (Vertag lowers the Holster to the shelf and the humans crawl out.)
Vet: (smiles down at Roth) Are you medically trained, too? The brown stuff is rat-slime, a blood-additive from a rodent that lives under the fire-brush. It’s condensed for storage, so we use the yellow stuff to dilute it.
Roth: Ah, of course. And what will you use to administer it? (behind Roth a door opens on the front of the cabinet. A woman about Roth’s age steps out. She is dressed similar to the vet (in the usual worn-out style of humans in the Land of the Giants) and carries a box with three or four human-sized spoons. Sees the back of his head and smiles.)
Cheryl: Terry?
Roth: (spins to face her, breaks into a smile) Cheryl! My God, it’s you! (they embrace, Janet looks on with a smile) What are you doing here?
Cheryl: The best I can manage. You?
Roth: The Exchange recruited me for the Marines.
Janet: Speaking of Marines…
Roth: Oh! Yes, yes of course. You must be the vet’s assistant.
Vet: Pet, assistant. She helps me with my Earthling patients. (lowers the beaker to the shelf. Cheryl fills a smaller pot with the medicine then looks up. The vet lifts the humans and places them in the box with the Marines)
Cheryl: (inside box) Now, each one gets a dose. If you could hold their head from twisting-
Vertag: Do you need my help, Doctor? (Cheryl shudders dramatically at the suggestion, Roth notices. Janet misses, trying to calm a Marine)
Roth: No, I think we can manage. (bends down to hold the head of the nearest writhing Marine while Cheryl readies a dose)(Fade out)
(Fade in, Vet and Vertag look down on the shelf. Vet lifts a Marine from the box, lays her out next to the others on the shelf)
Vet: And that’s the last one. They’ll sleep comfortably for a while. We’ll just wait to see if they have a reaction. (lifts untaped humans out)
Vertag: Is it okay if they wait here?
Vet: Oh, yes. We’re past closing time. No more patients at this practice, not tonight.
Cheryl: Can I… (nods towards her door)
Vet: It’s alright with me. (looks to Vertag) Can your little doctor see my doctor’s patients?
Vertag: He doesn’t belong to me.
Janet: I’ll stay, watch for any sort of…um.
Roth: Difficulty breathing, seizures, blood, anything unusual. (Cheryl and Roth step through the door. Immediately on making a turn and being out of the sight of the giants, Cheryl grabs Roth and pushes him against the wall)
Roth: Darling, I-
Cheryl: Terry, do you have any surgical tools with you?
Roth: What? Well, a few. Most of my equipment’s back at the compound.
Cheryl: Can you get some? If you come back?
Roth: No problem, I’ll just ask Vertag-
Cheryl: NO! No, he’s SID! You can’t ask him!
Roth: But I can’t very well get here without him.
Cheryl: But don’t tell him what it’s for! (leads him down the passage. Opens up into a dim room in the cabinet full of dolls’ beds. Men and women lay on many of them, all swathed in huge bandages) I can’t help them. I don’t have the skils, (Roth hurries to the side of the nearest patient) and we don’t have the tools that we really need. (Huge stitches cover the face and throat of the patient, clearly sewn up by the giant vet.)
Roth: What happened to them?
Cheryl: Rats. A swarm of rats found their hideout. These were the only survivors and that’s only barely. (looks around the room) We’ve lost two since they got here.
Roth: This man needs surgery! I’ve got to get my teams.
Cheryl: You can’t!
Roth: No, I believe I can. (he runs to the passage)
(Outside the cabinet, Janet walks along the patients while Vertag watches. The Vet does some paperwork nearby, glancing over at the Marines from time to time. Roth runs out)
Roth: Vertag, as a hypothetical question, could you run me to the compound and back?
Vertag: Hypothetically, what for?
Roth: Well, I thought that Cheryl could use some of my surgical tools. She’s a bit tapped out.
Vertag: Isn’t she coming with us?
Roth: Um… They still have the small-animal clinic and she wants to be helpful. She’ll wait for the end of the Exchange.
Vertag: Okay. Hypothetically, would you be in a hurry?
Roth: Yes.
Vertag: (takes the vet’s phone and dials) Lessala? Hey, Doctor Roth’s going to call his people. When they say they’re ready, would you bring them over to the vet’s? (pause) No, no, everyone’s okay. He just found he has a friend in the vet’s office and wants to show off his inventory. (pause) Yeah, close the office, you can go home after you drop them off. (hangs up, looks down at Roth) Hypothetically.
Roth: I appreciate that, Agent. (he goes back to the passage, Janet looks up at Vertag and then follows Roth out of sight) (Fade)
(Fade in: The Marines are still sleeping when Lessala walks in with Vertag’s bowling bag. Vertag points to the human door on the cabinet. She holds one end on the shelf and whistles. The flap opens and a horde of medics and some extra Marines rush out, carrying medical supplies, cots, portable lights and a power generator. Vertag points at the door and they rush in)
Lessala: That’s a lot of showing off. Close friend?
Vertag: GIRL friend.
Lessala: Ah. (Pulls a chair close and sits, leans over the Marines) Are they gonna have a hard time getting out of the tape? (behind her the Vet is getting anxious. Vertag watches out of the corner of his eye as she fidgets)
Janet: (stepping into sight) Hi, Lessala!
Lessala: Hi, Janet. Is everyone okay?
Janet: Pretty much. Or they will be, anyway. (walks over to stand by Vertag’s elbow) Hey, Vertag? Why would Cheryl and her giant be afraid of you? (Vet freezes)
Vertag: (eye on the Vet) I’m SID. Everyone’s afraid of SID.
Janet: No, I don’t think so. Or, it doesn’t seem like that’s the biggest problem.
Vertag: Are there a lot of humans in there? Wounded?
Janet: What if there were?
Vertag: (turns his chair slightly to face the Vet’s back directly) Well, if they have wounds that match a recent Earthling Terrorist Attack, then they’re harboring criminals and they’re afraid I’ll arrest them.
Lessala: ARE there any recent terrorist attacks?
Vertag: No. But we’re still hypothetical here.
Lessala: Okay. (goes back to staring at the Marines)
Vertag: So, any acid burns or shrapnel-
Janet: No. No, they’re animal attacks. I mean, let’s say they were attacked by animals.
Vertag: Then I don’t care about the wounded. Unless they’re part of the Earthling underground that knew the rebel network. Then…(thoughtful look) That would mean that the Vet and her pet were in contact with rebels. Maybe even patched them up after shootouts, so they didn’t go to a hospital that had to report bullet holes in people.
(The vet stands and placed her hand on the latch to the medicine cabinet. Vertag draws a pistol. Lessala’s hand flinches towards her skirt but she recovers and keeps her cover)
Vertag: Don’t do anything stupid. You’re really in no danger. (Vet sags with a heavy sigh)
Janet: Then put the pistol down!
Vertag: She’s been looking at that cabinet all evening, probably has a needle full of something lethal in there for emergencies. I don’t’ feel like dying needlessly tonight. (Vet turns around and offers her wrists for the handcuffs. Vertag puts his gun away, leans back in his chair) I really don’t care about any past rebel contacts, doc. Well, I care, but the whole rebel/Earthling thing has broken up recently, so I’m willing to ignore it for now.
Vet: Wha- What?
Vertag: You’re saving Earthling lives, the Earthlings would get testy if I arrested you.
Lessala: They would.
Janet: You’re damned right I would!
Vet: You…you care what the Earthlings think about you?
Vertag: Oh, no. But they start hiding my car keys, and trying to trip me when we pass in the hall.
Lessala: Short-sheet his bed, loosen the salt shaker top.
Vertag: It is just an ugly couple of weeks after the arrest. (voice shifts to a more formal tone) Do you have, at this time, any inclination to completely overthrow the government of 2^nd Nation, or the 1^st Nation Directorate with all associated agencies and services?
Vet: Um…(Lessala and Janet pantomime exaggerated shaking of their heads) No?
Vertag: Great, you’re free to go. (turns to the shelf) Janet? Any chance that we could get the Marines to sweep the area these humans were hurt? There might be some scattered survivors that got missed.
Janet: I’ll call Adams.
Vertag: (To vet) Can you guess where the Earthlings hypothetically were at when they were allegedly hurt by speculative animals?
Vet: Yes, down by the docks. You know the place where…(fade out)
(Fade in, Vertag’s car comes to a stop at the end of a cluttered alley between warehouses. He gets out, opens the back seat door and lowers a board. Hummers, with and without red crosses, swarm down the ramp and start searching through the clutter of empty boxes, half-shattered pallets and wind-blown paper. Vertag picks up a pellet gun from the front seat and starts pumping it up as he follows the vehicles.)
(Shift to inside a Hummer. Marines scan the alley with infra-red and other sensor displays. They pick up a number of strong signals and surge forward)
(A small human girl crouches inside a short length of metal pipe. It rolls slightly back and forth as rats at both ends try to wriggle in to where she is. She is curled up into a ball that’s just about as big as the pipe. Her face is expressionless, almost catatonic. When gunfire starts sounding outside the pipe, she blinks a bit but no more reaction than that.)
Perez (voice): Sweetheart? Honey? The rats are gone. You wanna come out? We’ll take care of you. Maybe we can find your family?
Voice (male): Maybe they got et?
Perez (voice): Maybe you wanna walk home from here? Girl? Girl, none of my Marines are small enough to come in and get you. (silence) Now what?
(Shift to see Vertag kneeling down over the pipe)
Vertag: If she’s happy where she is, I’ll take the whole flaming thing back with us until she’s ready to come out. Tell her not to be afraid when I pick it up. (reaches down and takes either end.)
Perez: Wait! (turns on her flashlight and slides it into the pipe.) Here! So you won’t be in the dark.
Vertag: Good. (closes his hands over the ends and lifts, puts the pipe down gently on the front seat. Bends down and lifts two medics who take stations at either end and wait.)
(Underneath a large case of rusty pipes poking out of a decayed box wall, Marines shoot to drive several rats away from a hole chipped out of the brick wall behind the case. Two young boys poke their heads out and stare at the armed humans)
(A metal gas can is shown, laying on its side, rats poking around the opening. Shifting to inside we see two blood-drenched men using sharp sticks to poke at the eyes and noses of approaching rats to keep them out. Behind them we can barely see a wounded man lying with his head in a woman’s lap. She strokes his hair and stares into the distance.)
(From outside we see a giant hand reaching for a two-by-four on the ground)
(Back inside the can, we watch as a rat wrenches away one of the pointy sticks. The unarmed human falls back from the opening. The last stick is plunged into a rat’s eye, it squeals and retreats, taking the stick with it. Another rat looms in the opening, mouth open as it squeezes into the small space. Then it disappears. A surprised squeak sounds, rising in the air and dropping in volume.)
Vertag (voice): I should have brought my clubs. That thing should have gone way, way farther.
Sergeant Styles (voice): Let me find you another rat, you can have a Mulligan.
Vertag (voice): I’ll just take a three wood, thanks.
Styles: (poking her head down into view) We’re the Marines. And one giant. We’re here to rescue anyone that wants to be.
Man1: Thank God!
Styles: Gunny’s across the way, sir, but I’ll tell him you said thanks. Come on out. Or do we need stretcher bearers? (Fade out)
(Fade in, the last Hummer drives up the ramp into the car. Vertag pokes at a rat corpse with a pencil. He moves the fur a bit to see a metal collar with some small wires going into the rodent’s spine)
Vertag: (softly) Crap. Not again. (looks up and down the alley as he rises) I’m getting too old for mad scientists. (steps to the car, raises the ramp and closes the door. Gets into the front seat) Now, does anyone have to go before we get on the highway?
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