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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 3	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Vertag at his desk. He holds a cattle-prod taser and watches a horsefly circling around. It lands on his desk. He leans forward and slowly moves the taser towards the fly.)
(Cut to the SOG, who shakes her head and crouches down behind the podium)
(Cut to Vertag's face. Deep concentration shows as he gets closer and closer to his prey)
(Cut to the fly. The tip of the taser is very close.)
(Cut to the handle of the taser. His finger slides up to cover the button)
(Cut to the original POV. Vertag takes a slow, deep breath. The phone beside his elbow rings. He shouts wordlessly, spins and stabs at the phone with the taser. It bursts in blue sparks)
Vertag: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
(The phone stops ringing. He stares at the smoking ruin. Ringing continues on Lessala's desk.)
(The SOG rises slowly into view from behind her podium. Her eyes are wide)
Vertag: Lessala! Get that, please? ( he scoots back a bit from the destruction)
Lessala (voice): It's your private line!
Vertag: Yeah, well, get it this one time. (He glances down at the SOG. She breaks out in gales of laughter, falling to her back and kicking in paroxysms of mirth. He raises the taser over her hysterical form in a threatening manner. She sees it coming and laughs even louder.)
Lessala: Vertag? You know anyone named Sandy?
Vertag: What? (lowers the taser to the desk and jumps out of his chair.)
(Cut to the human Security tent. Techs watch screens showing the SOG trying hard to recover her breathing)
Tech1: Duncan needs a relief.
Tech2: Duncan needs oxygen.
Tech1: Wait, who was Lessala talking about?
Tech2: Sandy?
Tech1: That's not a giant name.
Tech2: Not usually. But it's not like humans can dial giant telephones.
Tech1: Styles and Crane tried to call the Exchange. They got through to the operator at least once.
Tech2: So, maybe it is a human.
Tech1: He got up pretty quick. Is there a Sandy in his file?
(Perez steps between them, pushes a button. Scene changes to Lessala's desk. Lessala is talking on the phone, Vertag has his hand out for the receiver.)
Perez: Yes. He had a human…
Tech2: Pet?
Tech1: Capture?
Perez: Friend.
Tech2: What happened to her?
Perez: She escaped.
Tech1: Yeah. I'm all the time having to escape from my 'friends.' (Gestures for the apostrophes around the word.)
Tech2: Look, if you didn't want to play Trivial Pursuit, you only had to-
Perez: SHUSH!
Vertag (on screen): Sandy?
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Sandy (voice): Vertag?
Vertag: Is that really you?
Sandy (voice): Well, is it really you?
Vertag: Okay. What was your nickname for me?
Sandy (voice): Asshole.
Vertag: And what was it when you weren't mad at me.
Sandy (voice): Vertag, I was always mad at you.
Vertag: (laughs) Okay. It's really you. You ask, now.
Sandy (voice): How long did I stay with you?
Vertag: From just after the start of the school year to One One Day weekend.
Sandy (voice): What were you wearing when you caught me?
Vertag: The first time, my school uniform. The second time, coveralls because I had dumpster cleaning duty.
Lessala: Second time?
Vertag: She made a break for it before she was fully healed.
Sandy (voice): Who was that?
Vertag: My secretary.
Sandy (voice): Is she…part of the Exchange?
Vertag: You've heard about that.
Sandy (voice): Yes. We… My family and I want to go home.
Vertag: Tell me where you're at, I'll have someone-
Sandy (voice): We want to turn ourselves over to you.
Vertag: Oh. Well. Since you found me, you know I'm not near where you are. Or probably are.
Sandy (voice): Yes. But you're the only giant any of us trusts.
Vertag: (cheerfully) You don't trust me.
Sandy (voice): I trust that you'll do what you say you will.
Vertag: Okay. But I don't think they'll let me come home for a few Earthlings.
Sandy (voice): There are more than fifty of us here.
Vertag: Really? Well. That's probably worth it. How about it?
Sandy (voice): Um…who are you talking to?
Vertag: Any of the people listening in. I'm sure my boss'll get the recording pretty soon.
Sandy (voice): So… You'll come?
Vertag: Yes. Can you call back?
Sandy (voice): They're tracing the call right now. They'll be waiting for me to do this again.
Vertag: Probably. Where can I meet you?
Sandy (voice): You remember the train station where you first caught me?
Vertag: Yes.
Sandy (voice): Near the bridge?
Vertag: I know the place.
Sandy (voice): Okay. We'll have the spot under surveillance. The night after you show up there, we'll be ready to be picked up. I assume you can get the shuttle down near there?
Vertag: I'll bring it right in on top of you.
(Cut to the security tent. Perez has headphones on. On the screen, Vertag looks directly at the camera)
Vertag (voice): If that's okay with the humans listening in, too?
Sandy (voice): Okay. Then we'll- (silence, then a dial tone)
Perez: (removes headphones) Tell me we traced the call!
Tech1: Only enough to know it was near that island he took you to.
(Cut to the office)
Vertag: Alright. (hangs up the phone)
Lessala: That was really Sandy?
Vertag: Yep. (walks into his office. Lessala follows)
Lessala: You're going to go pick her up?
Vertag: As soon as I get travel clearance.
Lessala: I'll get the request form.
Vertag: Never mind. (he glances down. A new SOG smiles up at him. Two other Marines drag the old one by her boots towards the elevator. She's starting to regain the power of speech)
SOG: You…shoulda…seen…his eyes! (makes an expansive gesture) Like big… round… white… ghosts!
Lessala: What happened to your phone?
Vertag: Well, Sandy had to be calling from all the way over to Metropolitan Sea Side. All that way, the power to punch the signal through…overwhelmed the poor device.
Lessala: I…don't think that's how they work?
Vertag: Trust me.
Lessala: Okay. (sits down across from him. He sits) So? No request?
Vertag: No. I figure they're going to order me to go pick up fifty humans. No need to submit a request.
Lessala: Fifty? Wow. Where'd she get fifty humans?
Vertag: She called it her family.
Lessala: Humans are pretty gregarious. So. Who's going to call you first? Janet or Dordell?
Vertag: Dordell. He's got standing orders on stuff like this. Just waiting for him to be notified. Janet's got to open the records and search for a Sandy in the files of (Elevator doors open. Janet steps out. She waves a folder. Vertag never pauses his conversation. He and Lessala pull the jammers out and set them up) missing humans. Then see if they're still missing, if any rescued humans know about them, if anyone has any leads. (puts a hand on one jammer. Lessala touches the other)
Lessala: I guess that makes sense. (they activate them together) What's up, Janet?
Janet: We identified Sandy the first time you mentioned her.
Vertag: Okay. So, what do you know about Sandy?
Janet: That she's probably Sandy O'Neill. And if so, she's a biochemist. A biological warfare expert.
Vertag: Oh. Well. Think that the Directorate knows about that?
Janet: Almost certainly. Other people have heard your people discuss trying to capture her.
Vertag: They're going to be coming out of the woodwork to get their hands on her.
Lessala: Nothing official.
Vertag: No. Independent contractors will be trying to collect her. Then she'll disappear.
Lessala: And First Nation gets biological warfare capability.
Vertag: Not if I can help it.
Janet: Not if we can help it.
Lessala: I can't come on this trip, either, can I?
Vertag: Nope.
Janet: What? Why? You think Lessala's going to try to steal her?
Vertag: No. (his and Lessala's eyes lock) No, I'm sure neither of us wants to see any of the nations start that particular path.
Janet: Then she'll help you!
Lessala: No, sweetheart. Not on First Nation soil. (turns to Janet) If it was up to me, I'd pack all the humans onto the Inflict and be done with them. But if it looks like First Nation will end up with Sandy in their custody? I'd have to shoot her. Her or the agent that has her.
Vertag: Which I'll be doing my best to make sure is me.
Janet: Oh. You'd…shoot each other?
Lessala: Yeah.
Vertag: Yeah.
Janet: (face in hands) I have got to get off of this planet. You people are crazy.
Lessala: (smiles) Janet? You're the one that set a print shop on fire because it had mice.
Janet: They were rats!
Vertag: It. It was a mouse. One mouse. But at least you had superior firepower.
Janet: Shut up!
Lessala: Tell him, sister.
Vertag: What, you're on her side, now?
Lessala: I'm always on her side. (phone rings)
Vertag: That'll be Dordell with my travel arrangements. (they stare at each other. Lessala's eyes dip to his phone. One spark bursts out of it.) I'll get it. (turns off the jammers, stands and walks to the door) (Louder: )I'll get that! (steps to Lessala's desk)
Lessala (whispers) So what did happen to his phone?
Janet: Brown's making a video. I'll show you later.
(Fade out)
(Fade in inside a giant jet. It's small, luxury décor. Something like the private plane that was the site, and cause, of Goldfinger's demise. Vertag climbs aboard with a suitcase and a shoulder bag. A stewardess takes the case and stows it in a closet.)
Stewardess: Shall I take your satchel, sir?
Vertag: Do and you'll get shot.
Stewardess: Sir?
Janet: (poking up out of his shirt pocket) I wouldn't shoot her.
Perez: (joining Janet) I would.
Stewardess: Earthlings!
Vertag: Don't worry. Just leave them and their bag plenty of room.
Stewardess: Of course, sir. Would any of you like a drink?
Vertag: Water, please.
Janet: Water.
Perez: Mai Tai?
Stewardess: Your what?
Vertag: Ignore her. A lot.
(she turns to a small kitchenette. He turns to face inside the plane. Freezes)
(Cut to the back seat of the area. Dordell is sipping from something amber on the rocks)
Dordell: It's amazing. Some SID agents could step on Earthlings all day long, all they get is bloody shoes. You trip over an Earthling and come up the hero of the Directorate.
Janet: What's he doing here?
Dordell: Liaison, Miss Crane. I'm liaising.
Vertag: Wonderful. (sits down opposite Dordell)
Perez: What does that mean?
Dordell: It means that little Miss Sandra O'Neill is one of the most notorious Earthlings in First Nation. Since Burton made it back to Earth, she's probably made it to the top.
Janet: Notorious?
Perez: As in evil?
Vertag: For SID, a notorious Earthling has either killed at least two agents or she's managed to escape custody four times. (he looks out the window as the plane taxis for takeoff)
Dordell: Seven times. And helped other humans escape a dozen times.
Perez: Yay!
(Stewardess delivers Vertag's drink. He holds it where the humans can dip folding cups to drink)
Dordell: So, the local SID force is a bit excited about a chance to maybe capture her.
Janet: And you're here to help them?
Dordell: Nope. The official position of the Directorate, Miss Crane, is that First Nation has no interest in holding Sandra O'Neill in our custody. Not when you meet her, not for two weeks in accordance with policy, not no way no how.
Vertag: So you're running interference with the official presence.
Dordell: Yes. And if anyone shows some sort of interest? Rebels, or any rogue SID agents pretending to be rebels? You're authorized to use deadly force to protect Miss O'Neill.
Vertag: That's good. (engines rev as the plane lifts)
Dordell: (shrugs) Figured you were going to anyway.
(Shot of the plane climbing skyward, fade)
(Fade in, an airport. Vertag and Dordell climb down the steps of the plane. An SID squad car waits, a uniformed officer and a suited agent beside it. The officer grabs the men's suitcases and puts them in the trunk. All four men climb into the car, the uniform driving)
Fleestoff: Welcome home, gentlemen. I'm Fleestoff. And you are…?
Vertag: Vertag.
Dordell: Dordell.
Fleestoff: So. You're here to capture Little Sandy.
Dordell: She's arranged to turn herself over to us.
Vertag: Well, she's arranged to use us to get into human custody.
Fleestoff: Whatever. Can't say I'll be sad to see that little vixen go. Do you know she used our office phone system to call your number?
Vertag: Sounds like something she'd do.
Fleestoff: Sounds like you admire her.
Dordell: He had her as a pet for a while. Feels proud of her accomplishments. Like a trainer whose dog wins a trophy.
Vertag: Perez is going to throw explosives in your lap tonight.
Dordell: Hey, if you can't keep your Earthlings on a leash…
Fleestoff: Your Earthlings? (glances at his satchel) You brought Earthlings?
Vertag: Only to verify the landing zone so that the armored spacecraft can land.
Fleestoff: Armored…
Dordell: Don't worry about it, Fleestoff. It's only about three times the size of your office.
Vertag: Building.
Dordell: Of course, building. Your office building. Full of Earthlings. Everything on the outside shell can either find you or kill you, except the parts that can blow-
Perez: (popping into view) Stop teasing him!
(Fleestoff's eyes track to her location, bugging wide open)
Dordell: Why? Because that's your job?
Vertag: Don't encourage her.
(Fade out)
(Fade in outside the local SID headquarters. Dordell and Vertag stand behind an unmarked sedan)
Dordell: Seriously, though, these guys think you're poaching on their territory. And some are sure to see O'Neill as a way to advancement.
Vertag: Then the official liaison just has to make the issue clear to them.
Dordell: That's what I'm here for.
Vertag: And for the shopping?
Dordell: Hey, if I weren't visibly corrupt, you'd lose all your respect for me.
Vertag: Too late. (he checks the time) A few hours before I'm supposed to be observed. I think I'll take a short trip down memory lane.
Dordell: Showing Miss Crane your old school? Old hangouts? Where you first kissed a girl? That sort of thing?
Vertag: Pretty much. (gets in the car and drives off. Dordell watches him go, walks into the station)
Dordell: Fleestoff! Where do high-ranking SID agents get laid around here?
(Cut to the car. Perez stands on the dashboard, waving a detector around. She points to the steering wheel and taps her ears)
Vertag: Of course it's bugged, Major. What did you expect?
Perez: (exasperated look) I expected to pretend we didn't know! You usually pretend you don't know!
Janet: But they already know the pickup plan. So there's no point.
Vertag: Nope.
Janet: So where are we going?
Vertag: My old school.
Janet: And where you first kissed a girl?
Vertag: No. Need travel permits to get out to the Island again.
(Car pulls up in front of a boarding school. Vertag collects the Earthlings and gets out. Packs of children in uniforms roam the grounds. Vertag moves around the central building to a dorm on one side)
Janet: So, what was your best class here?
Vertag: Political theory.
Perez: What? I thought you just sucked at politics?
Vertag: Applied politics. For theory, I'm something of The Man. Class domination through monofactionalism is my beyotch.
Perez: Beyotch? (to Janet) Styles?
Janet: (to Perez) I've told her not to teach him such language.
Perez: (to Vertag) Tsk, tsk, tsk. We're going to have to wash your mouth out, young man. (to Janet) We'll need the fire truck, maybe a drum of detergent.
Vertag: (Pauses at the door of one room, knocks) We're here. My room for several years. (there's no answer, he opens the door and enters. Two beds, three desks, one window.)
Janet: Are you allowed in here?
Perez: He's SID. He's allowed anywhere.
Vertag: Yep. (walks around the room) This used to be bunk beds. I had the top. (taps the desk) When I found Sandy, with her broken leg, I kept her in a box right here. Right near the heat register so she wouldn't get cold.
Perez: Touching.
Janet: Hey, considering his environment….
Vertag: Yeah. Headmaster said I could keep her until she was well, then I'd have to take her to the SID office. The day after he told us that, she tried to escape. (he kneels down and taps the floor) She rebroke her leg and crawled under the desk right here. (he pulls the humans from his pocket and puts them on the floor) You know, I always suspected that she carved something in the desk right here.
Perez: (kneels down to look at the desk bottom) Tell …the…big…bas…baste…baster… Man, this is horrible penmanship. (she lays down and pulls herself under the desk)
Vertag: Well, she only had a sliver of broken glass from her mirror.
Janet: Her mirror? Why did you give her a mirror?
Vertag: Uh… Well, all the books said that you wanted, um, little companions to feel comfortable in captivity. I made sure she had food, water, a mirror, a little ball to play with. Soft bedding, a little private corner to make her messes in…
Janet: You DID keep her as a pet!
Vertag: No. Or, I didn't mean to. But there weren't any books on how to keep a human you were nursing back to health.
Perez: There's something back here, too.
Janet: This explains so much.
Vertag: No it doesn't. If I really thought you were pet material, I'd have taught you some basic commands.
Janet: You can take your commands and-
(Shift the POV to looking in from out in the hall. An adult in a suit appears at the door)
Caffert: Um, sir?
Vertag: Whoops! We're caught. Come on, guys.
Perez: But-
Vertag: No buts! (he picks up the humans, at least he appears to, and pockets them as he turns to face the man) Hi! I used to be a student here. I was just showing my friends where I used to stay.
Caffert: You must be SID Senior Agent Vertag.
Vertag: I must?
Caffert: We get the regular 'local boy makes good' bulletins from your office. Always inspires the students. (offers his hand) I'm the Form advisor, Caffert.
Vertag: (shake hands) Okay. Then you should know that my friends are-
Caffert: Humans.
Janet: (Popping into view) Wow! You're one of the only giants I know that knows that term.
Vertag: She beat it into my head over the last two years.
Caffert: Oh, well, if you study history at all, you learn a few things.
Janet: Really? Like what? (the giants turn to walk down the hallway)
Caffert: Well, if Vertag will spend a moment telling my class how to excel at patriotism, I'll tell you what I know of the first Human Treaty.
Janet: Really?
(fade out)
(Fade in to a big field at evening. A canal runs along one side. The canal runs under a bridge for a road, then a bridge for a railroad. A few dozen yards beyond the bridge is a train station, lights on an abandoned platform. The camera pans to the middle of the field. Vertag sits on a wooden picnic table, staring up into the sky. A car drives to a parking space near the table.)
Vertag: What?
Fleestoff: Any sign of the Earthlings?
Vertag: There's not supposed to BE any sign of the Earthlings until tomorrow.
Fleestoff: Oh, right. I forgot.
Vertag: Sure. Just waiting to be seen. Alone. So they know they can trust me.
Fleestoff: Well, good luck with that. Especially after it gets dark.
Vertag: (pulls a flashlight out of his pocket and shines it on his face) No problems.
Fleestoff: Great. (stands there)
Vertag: Aren't you supposed to be meeting with Dordell right about now?
Fleestoff: On the way there now. (stands)
Vertag: Well, then. Janet? (keeps his eyes on Fleestoff's face)
Janet (Voice): (decidedly NOT popping up into view) Yes?
Vertag: How many giants does the Excelsior detect in the vicinity?
Janet (Voice): Counting you and Fleestoff? Twelve.
(Fleestoff stares back at Vertag)
Vertag: Thank you. I'm going to want some vectors when I start shooting.
Janet (Voice): 'Kay!
Fleestoff: You can't just-
Vertag: We made it clear that anyone screwing this deal was to be considered a rebel. The humans said I was to be alone here. So you, and the other ten idiots, are screwing the deal. In a few minutes I am going to start shooting them. Are you going to help me or prevent me?
(They stare at each other for a moment.)
Fleestoff: We'll go. We'll be out of the area in ten.
Vertag: Five.
Fleestoff: Five. (he gets back in his car. He turns the siren on. It whoops twice, he drives off)
Vertag: Janet?
Janet (Voice): They're all moving out. You know, we could probably drop things on them faster than you can find and shoot them.
Vertag: Thanks, but no thanks. Just keep an eye on them. Any word from Perez?
(Cut to the dorm room Vertag was in. Boys sit at the three desks studying. The camera pans to the corner Vertag put the humans down. It zooms in on the spot Perez found a message. There's a very small penciled message on the wall. "Meet us here. Sandy." An arrow points to a crack in the wall. The camera zooms in on that. Fade to black)
(Fade in, Perez is walking through the space between the walls with her flashlight. Arrows are drawn on the wall every so often, all signed by Sandy. She finally comes to a door made of tape and cardboard. She opens it. A human male holds a bow and arrow, drawn and pointed at her.)
Perez: Excelsior, Janet, Inflict. I've made contact.
(A human woman taps the archer's shoulder, he relaxes the bow. She's blonde, about ten years older than Vertag. And she walks with a limp)
Sandy: Hello. I'm Sandy O'Neill. Thanks for coming.
Perez: The shuttle's inbound. Is everyone ready to go?
Sandy: Almost.
Perez: Almost? What the hell do you mean, almost?
(To be continued)
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