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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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(In reception, a girl is standing in front of Lessala’s desk holding two humans. Lessala sits at her chair, Janet stands on the desk. In the corner, Vertag and the girl’s mother go through a stack of paper on a clipboard, signing here and there.)
Girl: This is Muffy (shakes the man), this is Buffy (shakes the woman).
(A close-up of the two shows that they are heavily made up to look like toys. Real heavy-handed ‘Babes In Toyland’ work, with Raggedy Ann clothing. Behind the painted on smiles, they grimace as the giant girl moves them around.)
Lessala: Those are cute names. (she has a hard time keeping a straight face. Below her, Janet is clearly biting on her cheek.)
Janet: Mmm-hmmm.
Lessala: Are they married?
Girl: Yes. I marry them every day. There’s music, and a flower and they honeymoon in the toybox-
Lessala: Honeymoon?
Girl: I put them in a honey jar. Mom cleaned all the honey out of it. And there’s dancing and they say ‘I love you,’ and then they fight about the decorator and they throw pillows at each other then they-
Lessala: Aw, that’s, um, sweet.
Girl: They’re in love. So they have to stay together.
Janet: Oh, yes. We’ll be sure to keep them together for ever and ever and ever.
Mother: Okay, honey. Say goodbye to Buffy and Muffy. (pockets a check)
Girl: Okay. G’bye. (places the two on the desk, picks up their hands and makes them wave to her.)
Buffy: Goodbye, Sallise.
Muffy: Goodbye, Sallise. Thanks for everything.
Girl: G’bye. (Mom leads Sallise out the door. The moment it closes, the couple starts to strip off the clothing with disgust.)
Buffy: My God, if I never, ever see you again-
Muffy: Same back atcha, jerk.
Buffy: Bitch.
Muffy: Sleaze!
Lessala: (grabbing the semi-undressed couple, she makes them face each other) No, no. It’s: I wuv you! And I wuv you!
Muffy: Please stop!
Buffy: Have a heart!
Janet: (snorting) Put them down, Lessala. If any single Earthling was ever in need of rescue, these two are both of them.
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(In the Cage Room, Vertag holds a glass cage up to the Tank. The one he holds looks like an airline terminal gate, with multiple rows of seating. Several humans are in the seats, waiting patiently. Janet is in a small glassed-in kiosk at one end. As humans step up, she identifies them, finds a sheet of paper in her stack, and calls out a name. Above them, Dordell sorts through his own stack, finds the right one, sets it aside.)
Janet: Vernon, Ashley.
Dordell: Vernon, Ashley. Right. Got him.
(Vernon moves quickly into the cage, sits down next to a woman.   They hug. The man that stabbed Vertag in the pilot refuses to enter the transfer cage)
FosterMr.: I am not participating in this farce. No matter what you-
FosterMrs.: Honey, just step into the cage.
Janet: Mr Foster, I’ve tried to-
Dordell: (Opens the top of the Tank, reaches down, brushes the two humans into the transfer cage. They spill across the floor. Other humans rush to help them up) Foster, two each. No extra charge for the drama.
Vertag: Touching.
Dordell: We’re on a schedule tonight. (signs two more forms) Next!
(fade out)
(Fade in to the courtyard of the compound. Dordell and Vertag stand in front of the Earthling Building, looking up at the night sky. Each wears a bulky headset with a microphone at their mouth. A quick close-up shows Janet, with her much more efficient mike and earbug, sitting in Vertag’s holster, also looking up at the sky.)
Vertag: Do we need to put out some lights?
Janet: No, it’ll be okay.
Dordell: Wouldn’t want them to get lost. Land in a school yard, or on a warehouse roof.
Janet: It will be okay. Trust me. (Dordell snorts. Vertag shoots him a glare).
(A voice cracks over the radio, terse and professional)
INFLICT: Coastal City Exchange? This is the shuttle Inflict. We’re on final approach, following your signal.
Janet: Inflict, you are clear to land. The area is as indicated by the corner beacons. Weather should be available from the portable unit.
INFLICT: Coastal City, that’s affirmative. We have the full data stream.
Janet: Waiting for visual contact, Inflict.
INFLICT: Should be a moment or two. (A moment of quiet) Miss Crane? The captain wants to know your position.
Janet: I’m in the giant’s pocket.
INFLICT: (After a moment, the voice responds a bit less formal in tone) Crane, two years ago I’d have thought that was a really bad code phrase.
Janet: (Laughs) You have no idea, Inflict.
INFLICT: Crane, Radar reports our range should be within visual. Confirm visual?
Janet: (Scans back and forth. Vertag points. She follows his gaze.) Inflict, (view of the sky. A light starts to brighten, too bright for a star.) I think we see you.
Dordell (voice): That’s a mighty steep angle to land here.
Janet (voice): I told you, it’ll be fine. (The light gets brighter and brighter. Shift to looking down on the giants. They start to be illuminated by a light from above. Then individual spotlights cross back and forth. One centers on each giant’s chest. We see their mouths drop open.)
Vertag: Oh, my…
Dordell: Son of a…
Janet: (giggles) Must seem pretty impressive to someone of your size.
Vertag: I will never underestimate your people again.
Dordell: You’re landing the spaceship!
Janet: No, this is just the shuttle.
(shift to a view of the ship. It looks like a cross between the Spindrift and a battleship. The bow curves to match a shark’s jaw, with paint to enhance the image. Weapons blisters cover the sides. Gun turrets, missile launchers, various antennae and spotlights wave back and forth as it lowers straight down to the ground, the camera following. At the last second, the view drops enough to show the compound. In comparison to the giants, the INFLICT is the size of a nuclear sub. It barely fits in the staging area, stopping to hover over the ground about one giant’s height above it)
(Dordell and Vertag each take a step backwards, up against the Earthling Building. Dirt kicks up around them. There is a low hum, but no worse than an extremely large air conditioning unit.)
(A loading ramp starts to drop from the keel, it’s about half the length of the ship. Before it reaches the ground, Hummers swarm down it. The one in the lead actually leaves the ramp and sails through the air for a second. They spread out to establish a perimeter. Behind them, several tanks deploy to protect the ramp. The third wave are large busses, trucks and more Hummers.)
(Three Hummers swarm towards the two giants. Vertag slowly lifts Janet out of his pocket and kneels to place her on the ground. A Hummer brakes to a stop in front of her. A tall, slender man gets out, graying hair, a facial scar, Colonel’s insignia on a Marine uniform.)
Adams: (Texas accent) Miss Crane?
Janet: Colonel Adams?
Adams: I’m your garrison commander. (gestures towards the other cars) I suggest we put the introductions on hold until the shuttle lifts.
Janet: Works for me, sir. (he gestures her into his vehicle. They drive off towards the building, aiming for what can only be described as a doggy door in the wall. Behind them, two busses follow the other Hummers)
(Outside, Dordell and Vertag watch human trucks unload and various vehicles patrol. Dordell chuckles.)
Vertag: What?
Dordell: Just thinking. All these Earthlings and me without a butterfly net. (He is looking down at the ground. Vertag is watching the shuttle, so he’s the only one that sees how many gun turrets stop sweeping the area and lock onto Dordell’s head. Vertag smiles. Dordell sees that.)
Dordell: What do YOU find so funny?
Vertag: Just thinking, Dordell. All the times I’ve wanted to shoot you. Now I think I have about 1500 witnesses that would support my story. (we see a parabolic antenna move as if nodding in agreement.)
Dordell: Too bad that Earthling testimony is inadmissible.
Vertag: Won’t need that. I figure, if you keep talking, they’ll help me hide the body. (the antenna nods vigorously. As Dordell turns, it freezes, then sweeps innocently back and forth.)
Janet (voice): Agent Vertag? We’re experiencing that problem.
(Inside the building, busses are arranged around the opening to the transfer cage. Mr. Foster stands in the doorway. No one enters or exits. The coverall-wearing humans look from him to the Marines and back again)
FosterMr: This is too much! Do you think we can’t see through your ridiculous farce? No. NO! I will NOT participate, nor will I allow you to further torture these people!
Marine: We could restrain him.
Corpsman: We could sedate him.
Adams: I am not going to start my human rescue by beating a man down.
Corpsman: Sir, we won’t hurt him.
Janet: I don’t think we need that, sir. Vertag had an idea. (keys her mike) Go! (The entire wall of the building lifts up like a garage door. Vertag is temporarily outlined by the lights from the shuttle. He steps smoothly to the side. A significant portion of the shuttle is visible, lights shining and vehicles still running down the ramp. A tank purrs as it drives past the opening.)
(Foster’s features soften. A teenage boy steps up beside him)
Boy: Whoa! Sir, that’s an Inflict class shuttle. That means that the Excelsior is up in orbit!
FosterMr: (softly) It’s real? (Mrs. Foster takes his hand and slowly leads him out the door. Marines escort them to one of the busses. The other rescues rush out, each gets a Marine escort. Corpsmen rush back and forth. Janet hands her paperwork to the Col. He hands it without looking to a tall black woman at his side. She rushes to the first bus, sifting through the papers.)
Adams: (relaxes as the last human boards a bus) Finally. (turns to an officer beside him with a communications set on his back) Okay, once the ramp lifts, start shrinking the perimeter. Send the extra vehicles into… Where do we go, Crane?
Janet: Here, sir. This is the Earthling Building.
Adams: (looks around with a smile) Perfect. Perfect.
Brown: (communications officer) Perfect? Sir, it’s huge! We need climbing equipment to reach the light switch!
Adams: Makes me nostalgic.
Janet: Nostaligic?
Brown: Oh. The Colonel is from Texas.
Adams: Back home (waves at the building), we’d call this a shed.
(on the bus, ‘Muffy’ sits alone on a seat, shivering slightly. Tears run down both cheeks. ‘Buffy’ sits down behind her, watches her for a second. He moves forward and slips in beside her. She glares at him for a second. He holds out his arms invitingly. She falls into his arms and starts sobbing.)
Buffy: (stroking her hair) Shhh.   It’s over. It’s really over.
(The giants watch the busses scream up the ramp. It raises before they’re halfway there. The patrolling vehicles contract their pattern and start shifting to the Earthling Building. The shuttle lifts. Spotlights and running lights wink out, it runs dark as it shifts to an oblique angle and disappears into the darkness.)
(The giants watch the vehicles move beside them. When it appears that every human is inside, they lower the wall and walk towards the corner building.)
Vertag: I had a thought.
Dordell: Of course you did.
Vertag: I wonder if maybe you don’t need to be here for the shuttle.
Dordell: I have to be here for the transfer.
Vertag: Yeah, yeah, I know that. But after seeing that thing… Figure a lot of people would like to get their hands on that shuttle. (Opens the door and ushers Dordell inside)
Dordell: Yes.
Vertag: Well, if they track your movements… Every time you come into town, that tells them that they should get ready to shoot it down.
Dordell: I’m not particularly worried about the safety of the Earthlings.
Vertag: I’m mostly worried about being underneath that thing when someone pisses them off. (Opens the high security door, leads Dordell into reception)
Dordell: That’s a point. But what do you suggest?
Vertag: Well, you can establish a pattern. Say, you drive here every 1^st Day, we turn the Earthlings over. Then we leave a random shuttle schedule up to them.
Dordell: I keep to a routine, and we call it a security measure for their benefit. I like it.
Vertag: I really don’t care.
Dordell: Bite me. See you 1^st Day! (takes his coat, sketches a salute, walks out the front door. Vertag follows him out, shutting the door behind him. He watches Dordell drive off. Crosses the road to where two men sit in a parked car, staring up into the sky.)
Vertag: That was some show, wasn’t it? (the policemen nod) It’s like One, One, One day! (they nod again. He goes back inside)
(Inside the EB, vehicles park and tents are raised in the background as the Colonel introduces his staff)
Adams: Miss Crane, my Executive Officer (Janet shakes hands with the tall black woman), Major Perez.
Perez: (Jamaican accent) I’m also the Intel Officer for the unit.
Adams: We’d appreciate it if you didn’t share that fact with the giant.
Janet: Oh, don’t worry. He’d rather figure it out for himself. (Perez’ eyebrows rise) He’d never forgive me if I told him.
Adams: My supply officer (a short, hairy man shakes hands), Captain Peterson.
Peterson: I got your shopping list, Miss Crane. Some of the stuff will have to wait for the resupply from Earth, but we got most of it.
Janet: Great.
Adams: My Communications officer (the man with the radio set), Captain Brown.
Janet: Hi.
Adams: And the surgeon, Major Terry Roth (An older man, graying temples)
Janet: Well, what can I do for you all?
Perez: Actually, ma’am, we want to get established first. Figure we’ll set up in the building now, explore the compound tomorrow. We’ve got a schedule, I’ll get you a copy.
Janet: Hey, whatever you think you need to do. Uh, Agent Vertag did want to meet you, Colonel, and your staff, and address your troops. He’ll wait until morning if that’s convenient for you.
Adams: Probably warn us about keeping in line and not making waves. Bluff and bluster about how he’s in charge? (the officers roll their eyes)
Janet: No…no I don’t think so.
Adams: Hmph. Well, we’ll see.
(fade out)
(fade in: Early morning, Vertag stands outside the Earthling Building, holding Janet in his hand.)
Janet: Okay, they’re all unpacked. Can I give you a word of advice?
Vertag: Always.
Janet: The Marines? You probably shouldn’t spend a lot of time around them.
Vertag: Really?
Janet: I’m trained in dealing with giants. They’re not. They’ll be uncomfortable every time you talk to them.
Vertag: What kind of training did you have that they don’t?
Janet: Um…
Vertag: I think, really, that they’re training in taking down giant targets. And they have itchy trigger fingers.
Janet: Could be…
Vertag: I’ll be nice.
(He enters by the door, carefully keeping to an area marked by black and yellow painted lines. He sits down on the floor, hunches over to lower his head as much as possible)
Janet: Colonel? (A horn blows, the men and women of the garrison rush into formation facing the giant. Adams and his staff form up directly across the safety line from the giant. Vertag lowers Janet to the floor on his side of the line. She steps across.) Agent Vertag, (proceeds to make the introductions.)
Vertag: Nice to meet all of you. I just wanted to say a few things, get us started off on the right foot. (Close up on Adams, nodding to himself). Okay, the compound is yours, really. The buildings, the staging areas, the walls. My building behind me is for ‘giants.’ (he smiles slightly at the term being applied to himself) Senior Agent Dordell and I are the only people allowed inside the compound. If you see anyone else without plenty of warning, I’d suggest that you shoot them. (Many reaction shots, eyes going wide at the statement)
Vertag: This is your main building, you can keep equipment here, barracks, whatever you want. Feel free to tap into the facilities (waves towards the back wall).
Peterson: Can we, I don’t know, cut new doors as necessary?
Vertag: Alter it however you wish. It’s yours.
Adams: Like an embassy.
Vertag: No, that would involve a government recognition of your government. Not going to happen. (stops to think for a second) Technically, the only human allowed to leave the compound is Janet Crane.   You are allowed to post unarmed lookouts on the walls. (Pauses while that sinks in. The Marines don’t seem particularly fond of the idea) Seriously, that’s a treaty issue. So, if I see (he stresses the verb) any weapons on the wall, I’ll have to report them. Be sure that any other person seeing weapons will report them.
Janet: Agent Vertag, aren’t the tops of the walls kind of exposed?
Vertag: Why, yes they are, Miss Crane. I suppose that if your people were to build some sort of…safety enclosures? To keep them safe from birds? That would be within the agreement.
Janet: Thank you.
Vertag: Not at all. Now, you will notice something about the architecture on this planet. We have a very extensive drain system. Every building on the planet is hooked up to at least one set of drains. Big drains, they’d almost be like tunnels to you guys. When they first settled 1^st Continent… Well, you don’t care about our history. Anyway, there are drain systems stretching for miles in all directions.
Vertag: It would be very risky to travel by these drains. They fill up when it rains, some fill up when the tide comes in, some are homes to rats (holds hands apart to indicate an animal the size of a hummer), or spiders (big as rats), or lizards (twice the size of the rats). So don’t ever go into the drains. Now, the feral humans might use them to break into the compound. I suggest that you spread out and identify each drain connection, set up security, keep a watch.
Perez: And don’t go in them.
Vertag: Nope.
Adams: Got it. Now, how does this exchange work in the future?
Janet: Well, Vertag has gotten Dordell to agree to a schedule…(fade)
(Fade in. Vertag’s office. He has a map of the Compound on his wall, is drawing on it with colored pencils. In a big loop around the wall, he has marked it ‘Local Cops sleeping.’ On the wall, he has placed X’s labeled ‘human nest.’ On the roof of the EB, he’s marked three triangles labeled ‘ really wicked looking gun emplacements.’ He finishes writing that label and steps back.
Janet (from the floor by his desk leg) Sleeping?
Vertag: (turns to see her, smiles, walks carefully around to his chair) Yeah. It’s where they put old and tired cops to earn overtime on the Directorate’s budget. Maybe a few screw-ups.
Janet: (stepping around the leg, looking up at him) Like, men from the criminal archive?
Vertag: No. No one’s going to put political screw-ups on an SID detail. These guys are just dead weight or burned out. (he lifts her to the desk. They look at each other for a second.)
Janet: So, it’s really going to get crazy now, isn’t it?
Lessala: Janet? Vertag? There are some people here to see you.
(View outside, a line of giants stretches along the side wall. People hold various cages and wait impatiently.)
(Fade out) (roll credits)
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