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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 drives the car. A cage with four humans sits on the passenger seat. Janet stands on the seat, outside of the cage, talking rapidly with a woman inside the cage, catching her up on Earth celebrities.
Janet: …so then he left with the nanny, while she invited her ex-husband back.
Woman: Dell?
Janet: No, she never married Dell. She brought Bruce back.
Woman: Who got the kids?
Janet: Oh. Well, the oldest has her own TV series, so she divorced her parents and hired her own nanny.
Man: (in cage) Oh, my GOD! Can you please, please, please shut up?
Vertag: I agree. If you’re going to gossip, can’t you find something substantial to gossip about?
Janet: Oh? Like what?
Vertag: Well, if I was off planet for a while, I’d be asking about government figures, planet wars, maybe national trends in economics.
Janet: (crosses her arms and glares upwards) You mean, offer you Earth intel under the cover of bringing these people up to date?
Man: No, I think he’s just tired of hearing meaningless talk about people he doesn’t know. If you must, at least talk about something we’d be interested in. (Man and Vertag exchange a quick nod)
Janet (making eye contact with woman): Uh…no. So anyway, that’s when the tabloids got a hold of the paternity tests.
Vertag: (Deadpan) I could wrap this car around a telephone pole.
Man: I’m just about ready to ask you to.
Janet: Oh! Now that you mention it, I have some magazines I was going to put in the Tank. I’ve got-
Vertag: No.
Janet: What? What do you mean, no?
Vertag: You don’t need to start any fights in the Tank. We’ve got thirty humans in there, now. How many magazines did you bring?
Janet: Five.
Vertag: See? When they start-
Janet: Five titles. Four hundred issues. Going back a few years.
Vertag: Oh. Never mind.
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Roll titles
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(The car parks in the street in front of the compound. Two women idle on the corner, near the door to the building. Vertag gets out of the car, looks at them, then looks across the road at something off screen.)
Prostitute 1: Hey, buddy. Are you interested in a little afternoon action?
(Vertag walks around the car, opens the side door and pulls out the cage, pockets Janet. The prostitutes stare at the cage of people)
Prostitute 2: Some real kinky afternoon action?
Vertag (showing badge): Actually, my idea of afternoon fun is to interrogate you and find out what you’re doing in a Directorate-protected zone.
Prostitute 1: We’re sorry.
Prostitute 2: We didn’t know.
Prostitute 1: We’ll be leaving.
Prostitute 2: We didn’t do ANY business on this corner. (they scamper)
(Vertag enters the building. There is a young woman sitting at the receptionist desk. Behind her is the door to Vertag’s office. The door leading further into the compound (and upstairs to the bedrooms) has been upgraded to a very imposing, high-security door. The receptionist starts talking as soon as Vertag enters the building)
Lessala: Agent Vertag, you have 42 mess-
Vertag: (Placing cage and Janet down on the desk) Hold that thought. (sits in the seat closest to the reception desk, takes a microphone up from a console on the corner. Keys it.) Central, this is SID. I need to know why two prostitutes were on my sidewalk.
(Scene is the police commissioner’s office. Jackala takes up his own mike without surprise.)
Jackala: Agent Vertag, it’s not your sidewalk. The city clearly-
Vertag (voice on radio): I need to know, for my report to my SID superiors, why two obvious criminals were allowed to loiter in close proximity to my security perimeter. (at mention of SID, Jackala sits up straighter)
Cop1 (voice on radio): Didn’t think there was any harm in it. None of the Earthlings have enough cash for-
Jackala: (quickly) I’ll see to it that it never happens again, Agent Vertag.
(back in the office)
Vertag: Thank you. I deeply appreciate any and all efforts you make on SID’s behalf. (drops mike. Looks across at Lessala) What were you saying?
Lessala: Forty two messages, all questions about the reward. (hands the stack over, picks up a smaller one) Four people came by, two with Earthlings. I told them I don’t have access to the Earthlings (she gestures towards the security door) or to any money, and they went away.
Vertag (stands and picks up the cage): Okay. Let’s go give refuge to some refugees. (holds a hand out to Janet)
Lessala: Oh! And Miss Crane! You got a message.
Janet: (pausing as she is about to step onto his hand) I did?
Vertag: She did? (Lessala and Janet stare pointedly at the man) What? (they continue to stare) Well, she hears all my messages? (a woman in the cage giggles) Oh, alright. (he steps to the security door and works the combination)
Lessala: (after Vertag is through the door and has closed it again, picks up a message slip) (excitedly:) You got a call from a local reporter!
Janet: Oh. No, I’m not really supposed to talk to the press. The Fleet has issued a formal statement.
Lessala: Yes, published through the Directorate. No one believes anything the Directorate issues. You should do an interview.
Janet: I don’t think I have permission.
Lessala: Then GET permission! You could have your pictures in the paper! You’d look ever so adorable in the paper.
Janet: Thanks, but –
Lessala: (folds the message slip tiny and hands it to the human) Just think about it, okay?
(In the cage room, Vertag lowers the cage to the top of the Tank. Humans already in the stack of cages are all dressed in blue overalls. Some of them stand at the bottom of the steps down from the roof, holding towels, overalls, food. When the cage is empty, Vertag lifts it up and turns to a bar stool. Placing the cage on the stool, he lifts a baseball bat from the floor. Some of the humans start to chant ‘hit, hit, hit,’ as he winds up. They cheer when he strikes the cage, slamming it over to the corner to join a large pile of smashed wire and wooden cages.)
Vertag: Fourteen! (lowers the bat, walks out of the cage room)
(In the front room, Janet walks back and forth across the page of the newspaper as Lessala gushes about the reporter)
Lessala: See? She’s not just rubberstamping the government line.
Janet: Yeah, thanks. I’ll still have to run it through my boss.
Vertag: (stepping up beside the desk) Hey, yeah. Who is your boss?
Janet: Um…that’s classified.
Lessala: (laughs) Well, on that note, I’m out of here? (looks a question at Vertag)
Vertag: Might as well. Thanks for the messages. (he scoops the stacks up, holds a hand out to Janet) Lift?
Janet: (waves him off) No, I’m fine. (Vertag shrugs and goes into his office. Lessala takes coat and purse and exits the door. Janet walks to the edge, slides down the phone cord to the floor.)
(She walks across the floor, stretching, shaking her hands, rotating her neck. She meanders under the desk. While there, her phone rings.)(Cut to Vertag, who is sorting phone messages into stacks. He obviously cannot hear the phone)(She looks around furtively, then opens it.)
Janet: Hello? Yes. Yes. Okay. (hangs up, then runs towards Vertag’s office)
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(Vertag finishes sorting the messages into three stacks. He labels them verbally:)
Vertag (pointing): Call tomorrow. Call after the announcement.   Call…(flicks the stack of paper off the edge of the desk)…when the tropics freeze.
Janet: (disembodied voice) HEY!
(Vertag leans over the desk to see Janet crouched on the floor, papers scattered around her.)
Vertag: Oh. Sorry.
Janet: Warn a body next time! (stands, kicking at the nearest memo)
Vertag: (getting up to walk around the desk and kneel down) Are you okay?
Janet: Yeah. Hey, I just had a thought.
Vertag: What?
Janet: I’ve been talking to…Can we move to your desk? My neck hurts.
Vertag: Oh, sure (offers his hand, lifts her to the desktop. He stays kneeling so their eyes are close to level).
Janet: Well, some of the humans were out in the wild for quite a while, before they were captured.
Vertag: Yes.
Janet: I’ve been talking to a few of them. Down in the Tank.
Vertag: But not the Fosters.
Janet: No, they still think this is an elaborate ruse. Anyway, some of them were part of a large underground human society.
Vertag: We’ve had rumors of that.
Janet: Yeah, and I think I know how to contact them.
Vertag: Contact.
Janet: Yeah. A first step, just to introduce them to the idea. Maybe to make it easier to collect them when the time comes.
Vertag: Uh-huh. You remember meeting the Fosters? (he lifts his hand, rubbing along the site of the stabbing)
Janet: Well, these people are still in the wild. They’re not cornered. They won’t trust you, but, you know, maybe I can get them a radio, put them in contact with the fleet. Get the ball rolling.
Vertag (looks at his watch): And of course, you want to start tonight.
Janet: Please?
Vertag: Aw, who can resist you when you… Are you pouting? I can’t really see…(she sticks out her tongue) Well, I saw that!
(fade)
(A boardwalk sticks out over a beach. At the point where the raised platform meets the ground, Vertag stands looking over the rail and down. It is at the tail end of sunset, with the sun sinking over the ocean, and the shadows are long.)
Vertag: I do not like this.
(Down by his feet, Janet lifts a backpack to settle it on her shoulders, raises a stumpy looking gun)
Janet: I’ll be fine. This is where members of the various groups meet each other.
Vertag: And they’re going to welcome you.
Janet: If they don’t, I’ll call you.
Vertag: (holds up a box that looks tiny in his hand, pushes a small button) Testing, testing.
Janet: (puts a hand to a tiny mouthpiece sticking out from a loop around her ear) Works for me, how about you?
Vertag: Okay. Keep me informed.
Janet: Will do! (Jumps from the board to the sand below. Makes her way quickly down the slope to the beach. Halfway down, she glances upwards at Vertag, moves under the boardwalk. In the shadows, she moves a bit more slowly.) Hello? Anyone?
(She continues down the slope, a human woman steps out of nowhere in front of her. She’s dressed in rather ragged Earth clothes. Janet raises the gun for a second in surprise, then recovers)
Janet: Whoa. Don’t do that.
Sonya: Are you the human from Earth?
Janet: All humans are from Earth, originally. Are you Sonya?
Sonya: Yes. I am to take you to meet the Resistance. Are you ready?
Janet: Yes, of course. (Sonya turns away from Vertag’s side of the boardwalk and leads the way slowly through the darkness. Janet follows) I’m surprised you people spend any time at the beach. I’d think the dangers from the wildlife would-
(A giant crab appears out of nowhere. Claws raised, it approaches quickly, hissing and snapping. Sonya screams and turns to run. Janet snaps off a shot with her grenade launcher, hitting the crab square in the face. There’s a wet explosion and bits of shellfish rain down around them.)
Vertag (voice on radio): Janet! What was that?
Janet: That was a crab. ‘Was’ being the operative word.
Vertag: You’re okay? Do you need help?
Janet: I’m great. Now shut up so I can try to make contact. (she turns to Sonya. The other woman is standing calmly beside her)
Sonya: So, you’re really not working for the giants. They’d never let you keep a weapon like that.
Janet (a little shrill): Was this a test!?!
Sonya: It wasn’t a planned one, no. But it does prove you’re telling at least some of the truth. (she starts to walk around the crab) Come, quickly.
(A few yards away, a drain pipe sticks out of the dirt and sand. A toy car sits at the mouth, with twine tied to the grill leading off into the pipe)
Sonya: Get in. We won’t have to walk.
Janet: Great. Let me take care of one thing. (Keys her headpiece)(whispers) Vertag! I think I see someone. I’m going to try to talk to them. If you don’t hear from me for a while, don’t worry.
(They get in, crouching in the toy’s interior. Sonya keys a radio that’s taped to the steering wheel twice. The twine gets taut and the car shoots into the dark)
(Up on the boardwalk, Vertag starts to take a step. The boards under his feet creak. He freezes. And stays there for a long moment)
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(The toy car rolls to a stop in a culvert. The humans look up. The POV changes to looking up at a giant. He kneels beside the culvert, next to a large hand cranked winding drum covered with twine. A lantern sits across from him. He reaches down to pick up the car)
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(Vertag looks at his watch, shifts his weight ever so slowly to the other foot, wincing at each tiny creak. A dog barks someplace. Vertag is suddenly alert)
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(The giant places Sonya and Janet on a table. Janet looks around. It appears to be something like a hunting cabin. The lantern shines on dilapidated furniture and a lot of dust. Three more men step from the wall to surround the table, looking down at the humans)
Sonya: Janet, these are the leaders of the local resistance.
Janet: Hi! I’m with the Fleet. I’m told that our intelligence officers have been in contact with you? We’re offering you the same deal we offered the directorate. Technology for Earthlings. I’m here to work out the details.
Giant1: That is a bad deal
Giant2: The Directorate can use the tech immediately. We don’t have the resources to take advantage quickly.
Giant3: What we need are weapons. Give us weapons, we will give you all the Earthlings in Second Nation.
Janet: (shakes her head) We can’t do that. If Earthling weapons show up at terr… At freedom-fighter events, then they won’t trust us. It’ll ruin the deal, we won’t get humans from them anymore.
Giant2: Once we have the weapons, the directorate won’t be a problem. WE will give you all the humans you’d have gotten from them.
Sonya: You can’t turn your back on these people, Janet, you can’t. Their cause is the right cause.
Janet: Getting people back to Earth is the right cause. Doing what they want will endanger that.
Sonya: Not if they win.
Giant4: And we will win!
Janet: No offense, but that would really mean that we were taking a side in your war.
Sonya: This isn’t Star Trek! We don’t have a Prime Directive!
Janet: No, of course not. But generally, there’s no diplomatic contact with people you’re at war with.
Giant3: (pulls a knife from his belt) Listen little Earther. You will give us what we want.
Janet: Or what, you’ll fillet me? You’ll never get our cooperation if you do that.
(view outside, looking towards a run-down cabin. Lantern-made shadows stretch across rough-curtained windows. In the foreground a car is parked on a dirt road. A dark form moves up to the side of the car.)
(Inside, Giant3 reaches slowly towards Janet…then snatches Sonya up and puts the point of the knife at her belly)
Giant3: Put us in contact with your superiors, or I will cut this woman in half.
Sonya: Gustadd? What are you doing?
Janet: Put her down! Look, this isn’t helping!
Giant2: At least give us the frequency to talk to your superiors.
Janet: I don’t know the frequency! I push speed dial 1 and talk!
Sonya: Gustadd! I’m on your side!
Giant1: This woman has told us everything she knows.   We lose nothing by killing her.
Sonya: Davvs?
Giant1: But you would lose a precious little person, eh? Tell us the frequency.
Janet: I swear to you I don’t know! (she starts to raise the grenade launcher, looking from giant to giant.
Giant1: Or give us the frequency for the technology you’re giving the government! That’s the least you can do.
Janet: They don’t tell me these things! Please! Put her down. (She moves the gun up, Giant4 flicks it out of her hand) Ow!
Giant3: You must think I’m bluffing. Well, there are more little people where this one-
Sonya: Aieeeeeeeeeeee!
Vertag: Put her down.   Now. And step away from the table. (he stands at the door, pistol pointed at the rebels.)
Janet: Oh, thank god!
Giant2: You!
Giant4: What are you going to do, fight all of us?
Vertag: I’d rather not shoot anyone. It would endanger the Earthlings. But I will if I have to. And if you hurt either of them, then I don’t have to worry as much about hurting them, do I?
Giant3: So what happens now, do you think?
Vertag: You put her down, you all go out the back door. After a while, I take them and leave. Everybody’s happy.
Giant1: SID never lets people go.
Vertag: SID wants the Little People alive more than it wants you guys arrested. (he pauses while they share a look between themselves. The only sound is Sonya whimpering.) Look, I’ll be honest. I’m trained to recognize you. If you leave, it’s only a short break before I hand your descriptions over to the cops. Get out, pack, leave Coastal City tonight. It’s no more than a head start, but it’s the best I can do.
Giant1: (passes some sort of signal) Very well. Move away from the door.
Vertag: Put down the human, put down the knife. (Giant3 puts down the knife; Vertag sidesteps out of the way. The giants shuffle out, Giant3 holding Sonya out as a shield. As he reaches the door, he holds her out. Vertag starts to lean forward to take her. We see that Giant4 has another knife, gripped behind his back. He starts to raise it, then his shoulder explodes. The knife clatters to the ground, he staggers against Giant2. Everyone freezes.)
(On the table, Janet pants heavily but holds the grenade launcher steady.)
Janet: PUT! THE WOMAN! DOWN!
(Looking back to the door, all five giants are staring at Janet. Vertag recovers, reaches out and plucks Sonya out of Giant3’s grip. They shuffle out, half-carrying the wounded man. Vertag walks over and puts Sonya down on the table.)
Vertag: Thanks.
Janet: You’re supposed to say, ‘I didn’t need your help’ or something like that. (She lowers the gun and puts an arm around Sonya.)
Sonya: They were going to…they were going to… A knife. He had a knife. On me.
Vertag: A terrorist resorts to violence to achieve his goals. What a surprise.
Janet: Shut up! She’s in shock!
Vertag: Yeah, look, we have to go. Either we take her with us, or do you want to leave her behind?
Sonya: NO! (hugs Janet tight) No, don’t leave me. The knife!
(Vertag jogs down the dirt road by flashlight. As he passes from view, the camera pans to where the giants’ car is parked. The wounded one moans)
Giant3: Shut up, we’ll get you to a doctor in a second. But if this guy lives to morning, we’re all dead.
Giant2: Just don’t follow him too close, he’ll be expecting it.
Giant3: I know what I’m doing.
Giant1: Guys, he’s really bleeding back here. What was that thing she used?
Giant3: Well, in about ten minutes, we’ll be able to ask her. (he starts the car. The car explodes in a bright explosion)
(Down the road, Vertag spins around in apparent surprise. Sonya and Janet look up from the holster.)
Janet: What was that?
Vertag: It looks like a burning car. I guess they thought I got the vehicle ident, and wanted to destroy any evidence I might use to catch them.
Janet: Oh. (The heads lower as Vertag turns and continues towards his own vehicle)
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(Vertag is in his bedroom, down to pants, socks and t-shirt, resting for a moment at the edge of his bed. Janet walks to his doorway, takes up a small sledge hammer hanging from a thumbtack and beats on the door frame. His head rises at the sound)
Janet: Knock-knock.
Vertag: Hey, come in. (she walks across the floor towards him) Thanks again, for shooting that guy.
Janet: You’re welcome. And thank you, for a timely rescue of your own.
Vertag: You’re welcome. How is Sonya?
Janet: I gave her a sedative out of my first aid kit. She’s going to take a little nap. (Vertag nods) That was a very, very timely rescue, Vertag. How did you know how to find us?
Vertag: Janet, I’m good at my job. I’m lousy at the politics, but chasing down dumb rebels is what I was trained to do. Why?
Janet: Oh…I was wondering if you’d managed to tag me with some locator beacon.
Vertag: (laughs) Our locator beacons are about as big as your leg. (he holds up two spread fingers to indicate size) If one was on you, you’d know. There was no electronic surveillance involved. Okay?
Janet: Okay. (She turns to leave, turns back) You think those guys were smart?
Vertag: Smart?
Janet: Did they take your warning and leave town?
Vertag: Oh. Yeah. I’m sure that we won’t be seeing them again.
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(Jackala enters a white-tiled morgue. Burnt bodies are on four gurneys. A man in a lab coat pokes at one)
Jackala: What do we have?
Medical Examiner: Four bodies, male, three dead by the explosion that set the car on fire.
Jackala: And the fourth?
ME: (Points to shoulder) I think…he bled out from this wound before the explosion. Or near enough that it didn’t matter.
Jackala: (Leaning down) What do you think caused this injury?
ME: Beats me. Never seen anything like it. But I sure wouldn’t want to face the man holding it.
Jackala: Hmmmm.
ME: Oh, one more thing? I found this on one of the others. (holds up a metal case about the size of Janet’s leg)
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