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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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(A business reception office. The receptionist sits at the front desk typing something on what looks like an 80's era computer (green ASCII text on the screen). There's a big sign on the wall, NewTECH Industries. The door opens and Stogga (one of Vertag's minions) enters with Lessala and another suited minion. They flash SID badges and smile. Lessala smiles but doesn't show a badge. She holds a very large human transfer case.)
Stogga: I'm Agent Stogga, with SID. This is Agent Gulldo.
Receptionist: Um, can I help you gentlemen?
Stogga: I hope so. Who's in charge of developing your software?
Receptionist: Um… Veserous. He's in his office if-
Stogga: Nope. Not Veserous. We're looking for the human.
Receptionist: Human?
Tefftill: Earthling.
Receptionist: We don't have any Earthlings…
(Cut to her feet. One drifts over to press a button in the floor. At the corner of the desk by the leg, a Marine speaks quietly into a cellphone.)
Stogga: Well, we have evidence that says otherwise.
Lessala: Your software.
Receptionist: Our software? We're developing new ways of using the computer technology the Earthlings are selling and the Directorate is releasing.
Stogga: According to our Captain Brown, you're selling software that's identical to something he saw on a system in a computer museum. Right down to the copyright information in the header.
Receptionist: Copyright?
Stogga: (waves away her comment) Something Earthling care about. We only care about the Earthling or Earthlings you're hoarding, despite the Exchange and the direction to turn them in.
Receptionist: I'm sure I don't know what-
Stogga: Doesn't matter. We have been directed to inspect the premises for anything in violation of Directorate Edict 39-284.
(Beneath the desk, the foot stomps the button over and over. The Marine laughs)
Receptionist: I'm sure you won't find anything out of order.
Stogga: (Hand to his ear, listens for a moment) You're probably right.
(Cut to an alley between city buildings. Two men rush out and climb in. One's carrying a bulky case. They start the car and drive quickly away. At the mouth of the alley, Tettskin (another minion) and Vertag step into view. Tettskin steps to the center of the alley and lifts his pistol to aim at the driver. He stands calmly while the car approaches. At the last second, the driver brakes. Tettskin keeps his weapon pointed as Vertag steps to the window.)
Vertag: (holding a cattle-prod style of taser) Okay, this weapon is not lethal. But it is incredibly painful. So I'd appreciate if you just sit there quietly.
Tettskin: I'd appreciate it if they made me shoot them.
Vertag: He's not joking (men stare in fear at Tettskin). Okay, where are they?
Perez: (standing in Vertag's pocket, holding a cellphone) In the case.
Vertag: Hand me the case, please? (The two look at each other, then to Vertag)
Driver: Look, we only-
Vertag: (discharges the taser into the driver) I didn't say anything about speaking.
(Passenger flinches in horror as Driver spasms violently, then slumps down against the steering wheel)
Vertag: The box. Now. (Passenger hands it over Driver's inert form) Thanks. (he opens the case)
(Closeup of three disheveled humans crouching among some computer tapes in the bottom of the carrying case)
Perez: Hang on, guys! You're being rescued.
Passenger: Look, we were just- (Tettskin appears beside that window, hits Passenger with his own taser. Flop, flop, twitch, relax. Tettskin looks from the limp form to his taser and back again. Grunts)
Tettskin: I hope this non-lethal crap isn't going to become standard procedure.
Vertag: I wouldn't worry about that, Tettskin. You'll still get to shoot people.
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(Janet finishes a cup of coffee in her kitchen. She checks the time, puts the cup and saucer in her sink, then walks straight towards the camera. It swivels out of her way at the last second, turning to follow her. She walks out the open front side of the dollhouse into the big room inside of it. A Hummer is parked a short distance away. Just as she's about to climb into it, another one comes around the dollhouse and skids to a stop on the wooden floor. Charity gets out of the passenger side)
Charity: Janet! Can I ask you some questions? Background information on the press release?
Janet: Well, I'm due in Vertag's office in a few minutes, but you can ride along.
Charity: Sure. (To driver) Follow us, Jean! (Charity and Janet get into Janet's Hummer, Janet driving. They start towards the door of the room.)
Janet: What do you want to ask?
Charity: This new phase of the Exchange the Admiral spoke about. Is that a good thing or sinister?
Janet: Oh, it's very good. SID is sharing intel with us to get more humans.
Charity: Exactly what's happening?
Janet: Okay. Everyone agrees that the voluntary Exchange is pretty much done. Anyone that was going to bring a human in has done so.
Charity: So this is, what, the involuntary part?
Janet: Pretty much. We're tracking down hoarded humans and taking them.
Charity: When you say 'we'…?
Janet: (As they drive through the door of Janet's room) Everyone. We've got some rumors from humans we've rescued. And we've got some suspicions about their technology. When the giants market something we haven't sold them yet. Plus, SID has some case files about people they suspect to have Earthlings.
Charity: Why haven't they told us about those before?
Janet: I can't begin to guess the motivations of the Directorate. (they drive down to the end of the hall, around a corner, and to a set of elevator doors beside the giants' staircase. Janet uses a garage-door remote to open the doors. The freight elevator is big enough for four Hummers. Janet's and Jean's slide in easily, as if entering a garage. The doors close and the elevator drops. Janet turns in her seat to fully face Charity) But this is the good part! They're sharing information with us! They've only done that reluctantly before. Now, they gave Vertag full access to the files and the authority to direct surveillance.
Charity: I guess none of us realized that the Agent had any sort of limits on his actions before. It sometimes seemed that SID had just let him loose near where humans were.
Janet: Well, it's a recognition of his success that they're loosening the reins.
Charity: Sounds like it. So, what happens. Or happened? Take us through the NewTECH arrest. Or recovery, or whatever?
Janet: Okay. They are marketing software for the new computers that are being made. Brown looks them over as a matter of course, and discovered some copyright information inside it.
Charity: Would the humans have sent that out? Like a trail of breadcrumbs?
Janet: Or like a distress flare. Anyway, we alerted Vertag. He sent some agents to watch the place. When they were sure there were humans inside, we sent a Marine squad in.
Charity: Into NewTECH?
Janet: Yes. They mapped the place, counted and located the humans, then sat as watchdogs while Vertag and his team walked in and took them.
Charity: I hear that Lessala went?
Janet: Yes. (The doors open on the opposite side of the elevator. Janet drives out into the courtyard, parks next to the duty officer's shack on the side of the front building, next to the covered walkway leading to the Earthling Building. There is a reserved space for "MISS CRANE.") That was Vertag's idea. (they get out of the truck.)
Charity: He gets to take his girlfriend into the field?
Janet: Oh, no. Nothing like that. (they walk to the duty building, past the OOD and into the elevator for Vertag's desk) He wanted someone the rescued humans would feel safer with.
Charity: But they don't know Lessala?
Janet: No, but all the other SID agents are males. She is, as he says, the nicest face in the whole office. Figures they'll be more likely to cooperate if she says please than if Tettskin growls 'Get in the box!'
Charity: (laughs) He may have a point. (The doors open onto the desk. They step out. Before them, Vertag has Lessala, Tettskin and Stooga in his office. On the desk, Perez and Brown stand with a couple of squads of Marines. There's a small (to Vertag) easel holding a map of a building. It's the size of billboard. Some pins mark places in the structure. Everyone turns to see who joins them.
Vertag, Lessala and Perez: Nope.
Janet: She just wants to see how it's done.
Vertag: I'm not in the habit of revealing raw intel to reporters.
Charity: It's okay, Janet. I'm here to support the effort, not hurt it. I'll be good and go away. (returns to the elevator)
Lessala: Thank you! (Charity waves and the doors close)
Brown: She's cooperative. Maybe we'll find an exclusive we can give her later.
Styles: She's the only reporter on the planet. What more can you give her?
Brown: I, uh, well…
Styles: Of course, by exclusive you might mean a one-on-one with the cute Vid personality?
Stogga: They just never stop, do they?
Tettskin: It's like an entertainment scenario. Can we turn it up a little bit, though? I can't hear the female when she mumbles.
Styles: The female?.
Perez: If we can get back to the brief?
Brown: Yes, Major.
Vertag: Okay. Second Nation has received technology to make non-lethal gas grenades for security forces.
Perez: Non-lethal Too bad, Tettskin.
Tettskin: Eh, some rebel'll develop a counteragent.
Lessala: Gotta keep positive, huh?
Vertag: Four companies have delivered prototypes, hoping to get the contract. Two used the exact chemical proportions the humans gave us. One is a more experimental mix with limited effectiveness. One drew the human's attention when we showed them the specs.
Perez: (points a hand-held projector at the bottom of the chart. A face appears) Xavier Peck was on Flight 883, London to Hawaii, when it disappeared. It turns out to have gone through the wormhole. We've accounted for the rest of the crew and all the passengers except for him.
Stogga: He's a non-lethal expert?
Perez: He is a chemist, who was working on just such a device before he disappeared.
Styles: The proportions in the grenade made by BombALot match his work exactly.
Brown: So he's in BombALot somewhere.
Stogga: Simple enough. Break down the door and ask, 'Where is he?'
Tettskin: I wish it were, kid.
Vertag: If we don't know where he is, we can't protect him. They may have something in place to protect the company from being accused of hoarding an Earthling.
Janet: So what can you do?
Lessala: Our intel shows that two guys were hired for the grenade project. A chemist and an engineer. (she taps two offices on the map)
Brown: So one of them has Peck?
Vertag: Can't be sure. Either one of them has the skills for their job. I think it's the company president. (taps another spot)
Perez: So, three ninja teams penetrate BombALot. Search out the president's office, the chemist's and the engineer's.
Tettskin: And rotating SID teams outside as backup if they need it.
Vertag: Until they cry 'tally ho,' then the ninja teams extract Peck if they can. If not, they protect him while we storm the place like it was a Sixth Nation political rally.
Janet: Huh?
Perez: What?
Lessala: There is no Sixth Nation. A Third Nation revolution was sort of a non-starter. It's kind of a joke.
Styles: Uh huh…
Tettskin: (dreamily) I remember those rallies. Good times.
Vertag: Except we don't want to kill anyone here, unless they force us to.
Tettskin: Force us. Gotcha.
Lessala: It's possible. There's a lot of money to be made if companies can get in on the ground floor with the new technologies. And people have gone money-crazy for a lot less than the profits they're forecasting.
Tettskin: So you're saying they might actually shoot at us to keep their humans. (Lessala and Vertag nod) Huh. Okay, then.
Vertag: Okay. So, Tettskin, draw up a roster for the backup teams. The humans will provide some people to support the communications between everyone. Stogga, when the human ninjas are ready you deliver them in the alley behind BombALot. Lessala, come up with the teams to kick down the doors. Major? We're ready to leave when you are.
Perez: Right. (Minions and Lessala leave the office. Perez and the Marines move to the elevator. Vertag takes down the map. Janet watches him. He sits and leans towards her)
Vertag: I like this. (smiles) Working together, all the various players contributing. I hope it all works out.
Janet: (smiles back) So do I. (smile fades) I just…
Vertag: You're worried about the judgment of some members of the team.
Janet: Well, yeah. I'm sure he's a fine SID agent and all, but I still don't think he sees us as people.
Vertag: He doesn't. But he does see you as items that the Directorate values. He likes his job, so he'd sooner shoot his mother than hurt an Earthling.
Janet: Why doesn't that reassure me?
Vertag: Hmm. I've met his mother, you may be right. (thinks) Okay, how's this? He knows that Lessala and I value you guys. And he knows either one of us can kick his ass if he messes up.
Janet: (smiles wide) There you go! I feel better already. (she offers a thumbs up. He returns it.)
(Fade. Fade in within a ventilation duct. Perez and a black ops team drift through it silently. At every grate they affix some very small cameras looking out at the room being ventilated.)
(Cut to the control tent. Brown directs a team of technicians looking at monitor screens. The views are fish-eye displays of rooms. Most are empty, a few have giants. They work at some manufacturing functions, or look like bored security guards. Janitors clean here and there.)
Brown: Rescue squad, check in.
(Cut to a giant sedan. Stogga and another minion slump down in the seats. Stogga the passenger. They're parked down the street from a building with a big BombALot banner on it It's night, not much movement on the street or sidewalks.)
Stogga: Still here. Still not needed.
(The view shifts to the dashboard in front of Stogga. His knees are next to the glove box. A small light there reveals a Marine at a camp table. The table has a map of BombALot. The Marine marks the map here and there.)
Marine: Compound, do you copy?
(Back to the control room)
Brown: Ready, willing and bored, aye. Be advised that team 2 is nearly at the President's office.
Marine: (voice) Understood.
(Cut to the car. Stogga turns to the glovebox.)
Stogga: So we give up. Why does it cross the road?
(Cut to an office. The camera pans across the room, seeing the desk, the bookcase, the window and the wall. There's a painting. The camera stops on the painting and sits there.)
(Footsteps sound offscreen. They get closer and closer, then the painting slides to one side. This reveals a hiding place. Two humans are in the space. One is Xavier Peck. The other is a red-headed woman. There is some minimal dollhouse furniture and a small light. They jump up from chairs at a table as the painting moves.)
Peck: Sir! Where have you been?
Brittney: Is something wrong? You didn't bring dinner and-
Voice: I couldn't risk it. The hunters are getting close.
(The couple moves closer together)
Brittney: Hunters? Here?
Peck: Do they know you're harboring fugitive Earthlings?
Voice: We don't know. But you have to be very quiet or we risk discovery. You don't want to be fried, do you? (they shake their heads) Then just try not to draw attention. (They nod. A hand puts a small bag of food down. The painting is restored. Footsteps start, fading with distance. The camera pans up and to the right. On the next wall, it zooms in on the grate to show the small camera.)
(Cut to the ventilation. Perez and her team are abseiling down a vertical shaft. They pause as Perez holds a finger to her ear.)
Perez: He's where? Really? I think Vertag's going to enjoy that.
(Cut to Vertag's office. Vertag is facing the SOG as the sergeant replaces his phone)
Vertag: Really?
(Lessala enters)
Lessala: Where's he at? I had engineer in the pool.
Vertag: No. He's two offices down from the engineers. Their in-house counsel. (smiles) I may get to shoot a lawyer! (fade)
(Fade in behind the painting. Brittney is sketching on a huge note-pad that's propped up like an easel. Peck watches from across the room. He and we cannot see what she's drawing)
Peck: What are you drawing now, Brittney?
Brittney: Crap.
Peck: So it's a still-life.
Brittney: (snorts) No. It's supposed to be a flower, but the lighting in here…
Peck: We could poke a hole in the painting.
Brittney: That'd be a crime. Even if Casttret didn't think we were revealing our location, it's pretty good art.
Peck: Just trying to help.
Brittney: By hacking around like a barbarian. (she puts down her pencil lead and walks over to where he sits) Eh, I don't really feel like drawing right now.
Peck: Scared?
Brittney: Of course. (sits beside him) I don't even understand why they do this. Why do people like the…the giants care about a few refugees from a destroyed planet?
Peck: I don't know. Casttret has tried to explain, but it just seems… Well, there's a reason they're called aliens.
Brittney: That doesn't explain anything.
Peck: I know but…do you hear something?
Brittney: Shhhhh. (they sit up and look around. There are bumps and thuds they can't quite locate.)
Perez: (voice) Is there a catch or something? I can't get this painting to open. Oh. I got it.
(A combat knife that borders on a short sword pierces the painting and slides down. Peck and Brittney yelp and run to the far corner. Perez pokes her head through the hole)
Perez: Xavier Peck? US Marines, sir. We're here- Oh! Hello? Who are you?
Brittney: Brittney Scallo. Who are-
Peck: Don't talk to them, Brittney! They must work for the hunters! (to Perez) Go away!
Perez: What? Go away? I'm here to rescue you.
Peck: He said you'd say that!
Perez: What? Okay, this is going to take a bit. (she climbs through the hole, disconnects her harness and slides it back out.) Pull it up, sergeant. I have to have a talk with Peck here. And see if we have a file on a Brittney Scallo.
Peck: (picks up a small nail on the ground, holds it as a dagger) Go away! I don't want to hurt you! But you cant' take us!
Brittney: What does she mean, a file? No one knows I'm here?
Perez: Well, even if you don't have family back on Earth, there's a record of every flight that's mysteriously disappeared. Where were you headed when you ended up here?
Peck: What records? Earth was destroyed.
Brittney: That's how we ended up here, thrown across the galaxy by the explosion.
Perez: Uh…huh. No, no. You're still in the same solar system. We're just on a planet that's not visible from Earth. There's what they call a dimension lock acting as a veil.
Peck: What are you talking about? (Perez starts to step towards them, he raises the nail again) Stay back! I don’t wan to hurt you!
Brittney:
Perez: Listen, the last thing (she draws and fires. Four bullets shatter a plastic chair in the corner. Shards fly past Peck and Brittney)
Peck: Ahhh!
Brittney: Eee!
Perez: See, now, if I meant you any harm, I could shoot you from here. (there's a squawk, she speaks to her wrist) No, no. No one's hurt. The shots were a demonstration. Stand down. Just keep an eye out.
Peck: Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but…
Perez: Ah! Here it comes. (hand to her ear) Brittney Scallo. Disappeared when attending an orbital wedding as a witness. The couple were to take their vows in zero gravity. They transmitted their 'I Do's' then Pfft. Gone.
Brittney: That's me. That's what happened.
Peck: That's easy enough for them to find out.
Perez: We've found everyone from your flight except you and the wine steward.
Brittney: He got…he was… He's dead.
Perez: Ah. Sorry.
Brittney: But Sharree? She's…
Peck: She's back on Earth. She's famous. Her kid was born in the compound. He's got about 2000 proud godparents. (she sits in a chair, very relaxed, very much not the usual forbidding Perez) You should have seen the giant's face when he brought her in. She's in his cupped hands, shouting for a doctor. He's terrified, shouting, "Help! Help! She's in labor! Someone take her!" (laughs) Her husband's in Vertag's pocket, shouting "Breathe like me, Schnookums!"
Brittney: Schnookums…that's what he called her.
Peck: Really?
Perez: As for you. Your brother said that if we ran into you, to tell you that you can trust us as much as you two used to trust the Apple Tree Guy.
Peck: Russell? But he's… He was…
Brittney: Ex? Is it possible that…that she's for real?
Peck: Well, yeah, if Casttret's been lying to us for a year.
Perez: Casttret? The lawyer?
Peck: He's not like that.
Perez: Xavier, with very few exceptions on this planet, they're all like that. (there's the sound of muffled shouting.) Now, like it or not, the cavalry is coming. The nicest giant I've ever met is going to pick you up. That's going to be the start of your trip home to Earth.
Peck: (softly) But Earth was destroyed…
Brittney: (sobs) Maybe not.
Perez: (shots sound in the background) Times up. (she stands, readies her weapon, points it to the back of the painting)
Peck: Wait, wait, wait.
Perez: I would advise you to drop the nail. Lessala's very forgiving, but you don't want to piss her off. (the painting starts to slide. Peck looks confused. Brittney slaps his hand and the nail drops)
(The painting opens and Lessala smiles down. Perez twitches her weapon to aim over the giant's shoulder. Tettskin enters, closes the door to a crack and looks out.)
Tettskin: Hurry up, we have to go. (shots are fired beyond the door)
Lessala: Hi! I'm your escort for this afternoon's rescue. My name is Lessala and I hope you'll let me take you home.
Peck: I, uh…I…
Brittney: We do!
Perez: That's permission! (Lessala lifts an armored human carrier, picks up the refugees, puts them inside the carrier, then Perez.)
(View shifts to from the window. Lessala steps over to the grate. Five Marines zip down from the grating to the carrier. She closes it and straps it on.)
Lessala: Okay, ready to go.
Tettskin: Follow me. Let me do the shooting. (some screaming outside. Gunfire increases)
Lessala: You think I need your protection?
Tettskin: I think you need both hands to keep the Earthlings from bouncing around.
Lessala: That's…strangely compassionate. Okay. Lead away!
Tettskin: Right. (starts to shout wordlessly. Opens the door, lifts a pistol in each hand and charges out. Lessala follows.)
(Fade out. Fade in, inside Vertag's kitchen. He and Lessala are sharing a bottle of wine.)
Lessala: (shakes her head) I thought you were death on two feet.
Vertag: I am.
Lessala: But Tettskin…he's death on rollerskates, then.
Vertag: Now you know why I chose him for the detail.
Lessala: You chose him? Do you know what he said to me? How he treated me when you were out of the office?
Vertag: Of course I do. Brown couldn't wait to play the tapes for me.
Lessala: So, you kept the bastard around, even after he insulted your girlfriend.
Vertag: I don't approve of his chauvinism. But I knew this day was coming. I wanted someone I could trust to protect people I care about. I can't use him for sensitive political work, but if there's a clear good guy/bad guy setup? He's the one I want.
Lessala: I can see that. (sips her wine) So. You say you saw all this coming? Then what do you see next?
Vertag: Next? Everyone's on the planet they're supposed to be, going on with the lives they were supposed to have.
Lessala: That's how you see it?
Vertag: Yes.
Lessala: You realize, if there were no humans on the planet, we'd probably never have met?
Vertag: Yes. But we have met. So the humans can go home, now.
Lessala: Because they brought us together?
Vertag: And their work is done. (we start to fade as they lean in for a kiss).
Tettskin: I think I'm going to be sick. (The fade reverses to full brightness. Tettskin reaches in from offscreen to grab the wine bottle. The camera pulls back to show he and Stogga sit at the other end of the table.)
Stogga: So why did you pick me for your detail, Agent Vertag?
Tettskin: Because someone's got to make the coffee. (Vertag nods)(Fade out for real)
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