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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 giant office building, dark in the night, long after working hours. Pan through a secretarial pool, desks and typewriters. Zoom in on the desk in the corner where Styles and Janet wrestle the handset off of a phone.)
Styles: (at earpiece) Hey! There’s a dial tone!
Janet: Great! (They wrestle the dial around until the 0 touches the finger rest, then let go and scamper back to their positions.)
Operator (voice): What number are you dialing? (the voice is loud enough that Styles doesn’t need to repeat it for Janet)
Janet: I need the SID office in Coastal City.
Operator (voice): Those numbers are available in the Coastal City Directory.
Janet: (View of a shelf with two dozen directories, pan to show it’s about a giant-yard over the desk they’re standing on) I’m sure they are, but I don’t have access to the directory.
Operator (voice): The government requires that every operational phone be accompanied by a CCD.
Janet: They are, we just don’t have access to them.
Operator (voice): If you don’t have access, then they’re not accompanying the phone you’re using.
Janet: Look, I just need to be connected to the SID office.
Operator (voice): (sniffs) Which one?
Janet: The one in Coastal City.
Operator (voice): There are two SID offices in Coastal City.
Janet: Um…
Styles: The one at the former military staging facility on the northwest edge of town.
Operator (voice): I didn’t quite catch that?
Janet: The one at the staging facility on the northwest of town.
Operator (voice): Their working hours are-
Janet: I know, I know, but this is an emergency.
Operator (voice): You want to draw SID’s attention after their working hours?
Janet: It’s an emergency.
Operator (voice): You want to draw SID’s attention after their working hours?
Janet: Yes.
Operator (voice): What sort of cactus-headed notion is driving this?
Janet: Look, I just need to talk to the agent in charge.
Operator (voice): What sort of emergency needs a specific agent?
Janet: I… I want to report sighting some Little People.
Operator (voice): Oh, please. All the Little People in town have been turned over to the Exchange.
Styles: The hell…(fingering her tack-spear)
Janet: That’s why I want to talk to Agent Vertag.
Operator (voice): Is this a test?
Janet: What?
Operator (voice): Agent Vertag isn’t even AT the Exchange.
Janet: He’s…he’s not?
Styles: How does she know?
Operator (voice): I’m looking at the roster right now. Vertag’s name has been removed from the list.
Janet: Oh, god.
Operator (voice): So. You don’t have a directory, you don’t know there are two offices, and you don’t know that the specific agent you want has left. I think this call is over. (click)
Janet: Where did he…?
Styles: Janet. Janet! We need to get out of here.
(Cut to an airplane. Vertag dozes in a seat. Perez is doing calisthenics on the seat beside him. He jerks awake and looks around wildly.)
Perez: What is it?
Vertag: There’s a problem. I don’t know what. We need to go back. I just know it.
Perez: Are you going to be like this the whole trip? Lessala has everything under control. Relax.
Vertag: (rubs face, stares out the window) It’s not Lessala that’s the problem.
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(A shuttle hovers over the Exchange during the night. Floodlights sweep the area. Lessala stands at the giant door to the Human Building, a few minions group at the door to the front office. The shuttle ramp lowers and busses come down, enter the Human Building. Rescued Earthlings in the colored jumpsuits wait in orderly lines for the busses to park and start loading. A group of people come off the first bus. A woman carefully dressed, coiffed and made-up carries a microphone. Behind her a cameraman follows her every move. Another man and woman follow, murmuring into handhelds and pointing electronics at everything)
Charity: And this is the Exchange. We see the refugees, desperate to return home. (steps to the head of the line for the bus she rode in on…the line she and her crew are blocking) Tell me, sir, what’s it like to go home?
Impatient Human: I don’t know, yet. Some [bleep] idiot’s between me and my [bleep] assigned bus.
Charity: (drops mike) Oh, my heavens, sir. I didn’t realize. (gestures her crew to the side) You go right ahead. Good luck and Godspeed to you, sir.
Impatient Human: (grumbles a bit, nods) Thanx. Sorry about the…
Charity: We can bleep it out. Don’t worry. (looks around at the lines boarding the two busses, turns to her crew) It’s okay. We can interview people on the way out next week.
Drury: (runs up) Miss Tomms! Welcome to the Coastal City Exchange.
Charity: Thank you. Call me Charity. Can you help me find the liaison?
Drury: I am the liaison, Miss, uh, Charity. Attaché Gerald Drury, at your service. Miss Crane has been…well, she’s out of the office at the moment.
Charity: Oh, darn. My boss really wants me to interview her. When will she be back?
Drury: That’s…uncertain. But I will be more than glad to show you around.
Charity: Okay. Okay. How about Agent Vertag? Has he consented to an interview with me?
Drury: Vertag is also out of the area at- (Alarms sound as the busses head back to the ramp. Marines escort Drury and guests to the edge of the parking area. Hummers sweep through the area)
Charity: Seems a little dramatic?
Drury: Ever since the rat attack, they’ve been more than a little paranoid. But an ounce of prevention, you know.
Charity: Right. I quite agree. So. Vertag?
(Drury gestures and they walk towards the corner of the Earthling Building. The crew takes a number of opportunity shots around and behind them.)
Drury: Vertag’s actually collecting a wild animal for scientific research. I’m not allowed to divulge-
Charity: Is it the T-Rex? Chompers, he calls them?
Drury: Snappers, actually. I see you did your homework.
Charity: Damn. Okay, Mr. Drury, here are the interviews that my boss expects me to bring back. The most successful Exchange liaison. The most popular giant. Colonel Adams. Any Marine that’s killed a giant. At least two refugees that appreciate the exchange and at least two who are against it. At least one human born and raise on this planet and one, if any, that wants to stay here. Now, I don’t want to hold up the returns, so I’ll do the human interviews after they’re turned over to the garrison.
Drury: Actually-
Charity: What now?
Drury: The giant rules on the exchange have changed. They have to stay in the Tank for at least a giant’s 8-Day week. So none of the ones currently in the-
Charity: What the HELL!? (stops, hand to her forehead) Okay. Okay, who IS there to talk to?
Drury: Well, Lessala is outside, but I haven’t had a chance to schedule-
(Charity looks around, sees a passing Marine and snags his bullhorn. Steps outside where Lessala is watching the Shuttle disappear into the sky. Steps to her ankle and aims the horn towards her knee)
Charity: Hey! Giant! Charity Tomms! New York Nutshell Media! Wanna do an interview?
Lessala: Me? Great! Want to go in my… In Agent Vertag’s office?
Charity: That’d be great! Where’s it at?
Drury: I can show you- (Pauses, waits for Lessala to interrupt. Nothing happens.) I, uh, can show you the way. The human way, much safer.
Charity: (to Drury) That’ll be great. (thru the bullhorn) See you there!
(In Vertag’s office, Charity’s crew sets up a camera next to the SOG, estimating where Lessala’s head is going to be. The SOG gestures to help. In the foreground, Charity and Drury walk around to figure where to stand.)
Lessala: (enters with a paper sack) Hope you don’t mind. (sits) Dinner’s takeout tonight.
Charity: (waves to cameraman) No, no, that’s great. What’s for dinner tonight?
Lessala: (pulls a sort of calzone out) Since I started working here, Vertag’s got me eating badger brain dumplings. (cuts the thing in half, turns the open bits towards Charity) Would you like a bite?
Charity: Um… We’re all set up, here, uh, we’re going to go…
Drury: Unpack.
Charity: Yes, check into our rooms and unpack. We’ll be back after lunch. Um. Your lunch. (They flee)
Lessala: Okay. (To SOG) Want some?
SOG: No, ma’am.
(Fade out, back in, same place. No food is apparent. Charity faces the camera with Lessala behind her.)
Charity: This is the giant’s office in the Exchange in a place called Coastal City. It’s in the 2^nd Nation, on the 2^nd Continent. (turns) So. You are Lessala. Did I pronounce that right?
Lessala: I think it’s right, but you’re very soft.
Charity: Oh. (Yells) HOW DO YOU ENJOY-
SOG: Ma’am? Lessala was joking.
Charity: Huh? Oh. Of course. Well, how do you enjoy working on the Exchange program?
Lessala: Oh, it’s a great job. I enjoy seeing Earthlings returned to Earth community.
Charity: Really? You don’t wish to keep Earth scientists here for scientific advances?
Lessala: Not at all. Agent Vertag and I both wish to complete the Exchange, to leave humans to humans and, well, us giants to giants. That way we can get on with our lives, our research, our cultures.
Charity: Is that a common feeling in the SID?
Lessala: I wouldn’t know. I’m not SID. Agent Vertag hired me to run the office.
Charity: Okay. Now, how is your relationship with the attaché here?
Lessala: (glances at Drury who flinches) We maintain a very efficient working relationship with all the human operatives we liaise with. Everyone involved is very professional, dedicated to their work, to THE work.
(Cut to the surveillance tent in the Earthling Building. Technician watching the interview from a POV on the wall near the elevator)
Lessala (voice): With the exception of certain discrete skills, such as technology, tactics and trauma, the switches between any two humans interfacing with us is almost seamless.
Tech1: What the hell? She’s actually giving credit to Drury?
Tech2: Maybe she’s setting him up?
Peterson: Maybe you should shut up?
(Back to the office)
Charity: We’ve heard that the first liaison here enjoys a very close relationship with the Agent in Charge.
Lessala: I wouldn’t know how special. Both are very dedicated patriots, trying to work within the boundaries of both nations’ rules to effect substantial change. But beyond a good working relationship, I don’t know what you could mean?
Charity: Well, frankly, there are those that suggest a sexual relationship between-
Lessala: Is this about that Entertainment Scenario thing? The bimbo human that sluts with the Giant Private Investigator?
Charity: Oh! You’ve, uh, you’ve heard of that?
Lessala: Yeah, we get downloads every time a resupply ship reaches the Fleet. Or, at least after long enough that the security officer doesn’t think it’s giving away ship movements. (she looks over to the SOG. Camera swivels just in time to catch the SOG showing her a thumb’s up) Oh, goodie! I can’t wait to find out if Lisa is pregnant.
Charity: You….uh.
Lessala: Yes, I realize that Lisa is the character based on me and my job.
(Surveillance)
Tech2: She didn’t answer the question.
Peterson: Girl’s got skill at intel. Getting it and keeping others from getting it.
Tech1: But Charity is a professional, too.
(Office)
Charity: Lessala, what about sex?
Lessala: Oh. Well, okay. (she reaches out to grab Charity, one hand starting to unbutton her blouse)
Charity: EEK! Stay back! (Lessala raises her hand away from the humans, looking confused)
Drury: Maybe we should stop for the day? Edit the footage, come up with new questions
Lessala: If you think that’s wise, Attaché Drury?
Drury: I do.
Lessala: Then we would love to cooperate. Besides, I have to give some chores to the minions.
Charity: That’s, uh…kill it, Tommy.
(On a passenger train platform, Vertag steps down from a train car and looks around. Moves towards the door to the waiting area.
Vertag: Well. That’s done. Now to get a cool drink, wait for the connection to Outer Port, and watch more of the day pass into oblivion.
Perez: Get two cool drinks. After four hours in your pocket, I could use one.
Vertag: Any preferred flavor?
Perez: Doesn’t matter. I’m going to be bathing in it. (He laughs) You don’t think I’m serious?
(Cut to Adams’ tent office. Part of the screen divides to show a faceshot of Captain Burton)
Charity: Colonel, you’re familiar with Captain Burton? The man who brought his command back to Earth and alerted us to the giant planet?
Adams: Yes. He spoke to all the Marines before our deployment. Met with all the unit commanders.
Charity: He’s stated several times that we cannot trust the giant government.
Adams: Yes, I’ve heard him say that.
Charity: Do you agree?
Adams: Well, all due respect to the Captain, he was never in a position of power that the giants had to deal with. There was no reason for them to treat him as an equal.
Charity: And we do?
Adams: (snorts) We have nuclear weapons. (an offscreen person coughs) In orbit. Nuclear weapons in orbit.
Charity: So we threaten them? That’s treating each other equally?
Adams: There is an acknowledged threat, yes. Which encourages them to listen to us. And that gave us a chance to set up the Exchange.
Charity: So, you think that we can trust the giants?
Adams: Well…. We’ve established a working relationship with certain individuals that are trying to honor the treaties.
Charity: And you trust them?
Adams: As I said, we have a working relationship.
Charity: With Agent Vertag of course. It’s not like there are a lot of other names in your reports.
Adams: Yes, okay. I… As long as Agent Vertag isn’t forced to choose between his government and ours, I trust him.
Charity: High praise. (he shrugs)
(cut to the Tank room, down in the greeting line. A man in the jump suit of the Tank sits in the chair on one side of the glass. Charity sits on the camera side. Man is older, rough voiced, slams fist on the counter)
Human1: No! No you can’t trust the giants. Not at all!
Charity: Well, someone brought you to the compound.
Human1: Someone SOLD me! They got a big check for it.
Charity: However it happens, aren’t you happy to be on the way home?
Human1: That’s just it! Why am I here? If they’re going to turn us over, why not just turn us over?
Charity: Has the Exchange program been explained to you.
Human1: Yeah. Earth is buying us back. They should nuke the place instead. Kill all the giants and then evacuate the humans.
Charity: What… What do you think would happen to humans in giant custody if we did that?
Human1: We’d walk out of the rubble, free, beholden to no [bleep] giant.
Charity: That’s…an interesting view.
(cut to another person. Small woman, arm in a sling. Her eyes dart around constantly during the interview)
Human2: Oh, it’s nothing.
Charity: Were you hurt during your capture?
Human: Oh, it’s an honest mistake. I was scrambling away, they caught me by the arm. I’m sure they didn’t mean it.
Charity: What happened then?
Human2: They brought me here. The woman who brings in food took me from the box and made sure I was okay.
Charity: That was Lessala?
Human2: (shrugs with one shoulder) I don’t know. I hide whenever they come into the room.
Charity: So who-
Human2: Not that I’m afraid of the giants. I have nothing against the giants, you know. They’re just people, just like us. Only giant.
Charity: Were you ever…tortured by giants?
Human2: No. No, I won’t speak a word against the giants. It wasn’t torture, they just… They want to know how we do things, you know.
Charity: Yes. I’d like to speak to you again, if it’s alright. Once you’re free.
Human2: Why?
Charity: Well, just.. to ask about the Exchange process.
Human2: Oh. Alright.
(Next human is a young man, a bit more roughed up. Glasses are broken and taped together, he wears dirty and torn clothing, has a few scabs. And a bit of gauze peeps out from under his collar)
Human3: No, I don’t trust the giants. I don’t think anyone can.
Charity: You’re not wearing the change of clothes they…
Human3: No. I want nothing from them except a chance to get away from them.
Charity: What happened to you, to make you feel this way?
Human3: Have you SEEN them? With humans? We’re pets. Toys. They do whatever they want. And what they want is to destroy us.
Charity: Not all of them, surely. You are in a secure facility after all. No wild animals, food and water, a safe place to sleep.
Human3: Safe? They can walk in here any time and start chasing us around! That woman, the, the…
Charity: The secretary? Lessala?
Human3: Yeah! She comes in and looks in each and every room to see what we’re up to!
Charity: To see that you’re okay?
Human3: Okay? What could happen to us?
Charity: So…are you safe, or not?
Human3: You’re safe. You’re surrounded by Marines. With guns and grenades and nukes from orbit. I’m in a cage. I might as well be in a pet store. (gets up and leaves)
(Cut to Charity standing at the farthest desk of the greeting line, facing the camera. A Marine officer stands beside her. In the background we see the piles of torn and smashed carriers, cages, boxes and bags)
Charity: Now, what’s that heap over there?
Marine3: When Agent Vertag or Lessala deliver humans to the Tank, they place the cage they were delivered in on that stool you can just see over there.
Charity: Uh-huh.
Marine3: Then they take up that baseball bat and smash the cage as hard as they can. Throwing it over onto the pile, that you see over there.
Charity: And why do they do that?
Marine3: The word we have is that the first, the very first humans that Miss Crane rescued tried to attack her. They hurt Vertag, um, Agent Vertag instead. When they got back here, he was angry and smashed up the cage.
Charity: Oh! With the humans inside?
Marine3: Oh, no, no, it was after he transferred them to the tank. He wasn’t angry at the humans, he was angry about the whole situation. And that they’d tried to hurt Janet. Er, Miss Crane. So that started a tradition. If there’s been a human hurt, they really whale on the thing, ma’am.
Charity: Interesting. So he was protective of the liaison from the start.
(Cut to a full screen view of the other side of the greeting line. An older man sits there looking slightly off camera.)
Charity: I understand that there will be an administrative delay in your return. Is there anything you’d like to say to someone on Earth while they’re waiting to see you again?
Human4: Oh, I, uh…(looks at camera) I’ll be home again soon, boy.
(A series of faces pass by, talking to the camera with home messages (including Human1, 2 and 3). Camera pans to the side and we see a long line of jumpsuited refugees, some holding each other, waiting for their chance. Fade)
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