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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 street in Coastal City, sunny day, not too much activity. Zoom on the front steps of a residential building. Slice a bit to the side and find a rain gutter. Drop angle a bit to look up the spout. A little ways in we find Styles and Janet. Dirty, hungry, tired, they sit with their backs to the side of the pipe and stare out at the street.)
Styles: Do you have any fours?
Janet: No.
Styles: Are you sure?
Janet: I’m sure.
Styles: Then you have to say go fish.
Janet: No I don’t. We’re playing chess.
Styles: Really? Then bishop to queen four.
Janet: You don’t have any bishops.
Styles: Well, neither do you!
Janet: (rubs her face) How much longer until sunset?
Styles: A million hours.
Janet: Halfway there, then.
Styles: About. God, I need a hot meal. You remember hot meals? (Pull back and away, far up and away. Turn to see the sun creeping towards the horizon)
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(A car on a train. Vertag rests on a seat with his legs stretched to the facing one. His manner and dress are much less formal than they usually are. The train slows, brakes squealing. Perez pokes her head out of his Earthling Holster and looks around. Vertag snores)
Conductor: All off! All able bodied men off to the left. Able men! (shakes a man awake) Up, son, you’re being recruited. (moves along, reaches towards Vertag’s shoulder.)
Perez: I wouldn’t, if I were you. (Conductor recoils)
Vertag: ‘s good advice. (opens eyes, slides slowly to sitting up, one hand under Perez) What’s going on?
Conductor: Local sheriff stopped the train. Needs bodies to search for a lost kid.
Vertag: M. (Stands and joins the group of men at the doorway.)
Perez: You guys have press gangs?
Vertag: Only in 1^st Nation, only in an emergency.
(The train is stopped at an intersection with a dirt road. A car is wrecked at the side of the road, wrapped around a tree, men milling around. A man in a sheriff’s uniform starts organizing groups to search)
Sheriff: Okay! We have a youth, a teenaged girl, wandering around somewhere. There was an accident, her parents are hurt, she’s probably looking for help.
Passenger: Where are the folks?
Sheriff: They’re on the way to the hospital. They’re unconscious but they’ll be okay. We found papers to indicate they’re traveling with their daughter, but she’s not in the car. (points to the side of the road the wreckage is on) There are tracks leading to the north, so we’ll spread out from here.
Vertag: You guys got anything overhead that can help?
Perez: I’ll ask. (drops down out of sight in the Holster)
Vertag: I’ll go look at the tracks for now.
Sheriff: Hey! Where are you going?
Vertag: (flashes badge) Wherever I want?
Sheriff: Sorry, sir. Didn’t mean to impede.
Vertag: I just want to look at the tracks. (steps to side of road, kneels) Hmmm.
Perez: There’s a scanning unit overhead. They have a few hotspots but they can’t really be sure if it’s a teenager or a wild animal. How big do they get around here, do you know?
Vertag: Beavers, deer, porcupines. (puts out a hand to test the soil next to a footprint) Witches, rebels, criminals. Not too many people out here with a legal reason to be, unless they’re passing through.
Perez: Well, they’re tracking the searchers, see if anything comes up.
Vertag: Mmm-hm.
Perez: What? (looks over edge of holster to see ground) She was walking?
Vertag: Walking. Her parents hurt she doesn’t go up or down the road, she heads across country. (stands and looks around) And she walked. (climbs back up to road, starts pacing the edge, watching the ground)
Perez: What are you looking for?
Vertag: It’s too obvious a herring.
Perez: Do you mean red herring?
Vertag: Yep. Now I need to see where she doubled back.
Perez: Why would she do that?
Vertag: Maybe she’s cooperating with whoever caused the accident.
Perez: And again, why would…someone was threatening her unconscious parents.
Vertag: That’s what I like about you Damerae. You think like I do.
Perez: Mean assed bastard?
Vertag: Yep. Hey! What do you think about this?
Perez: Lemmee see. (he lowers her to the ground) Yeah. That’s the shoeprint. Probably pretty faint from all the way up there.
Vertag: (stands, lifts Perez to the holster, looks across the road) Those scanners see a group or a mob, somewhere in that direction?
Perez: (ducks down, back up with a handset) How about in a straight line due south of my position? Uh-huh. How far? And how far is that in giant? They have four signatures of people, and one of a fireplace and chimney, almost exactly one of your miles in that direction.
Vertag: Care for a walk?
Perez: Care for backup?
Vertag: (glances over shoulder as the last ‘volunteer’ disappears into the woods) I’ve got you.
Perez: Damn straight. (He walks across the road and jogs into the woodline.)
(Showing a wooden cabin built under a thick copse of evergreens. A very thin trickle of smoke trails out of a chimney. There are four dead deer hanging from trees. A few horses stand in a corral beside the cabin.
Vertag: (peering over a boulder some distance from the cabin through the trees) (softly) Poachers. Great. That’s a death sentence if they’re caught. No giving up easily.
(Close up on the cabin, Perez climbs over the edge of a window sill and crouches at the bottom of the pane. Views the interior. There are three men lounging in decrepit furniture.)
Perez: (touches her collar) I see three men. They don’t seem too alert.
Vertag (voice): See the girl?
Perez: No. But there’s a door beside the chimney, maybe to a back room.
Vertag: (voice) I’ll check.
(Shot of Vertag slipping between trees to circle around. Perez checks her launcher, crawls across the sill. Fade)
(Fade in, Vertag’s at the back of the cabin. Very quickly pops head to the window and back to cover.)
Vertag: Okay, she’s tied to a meat drying rack back here. Can you cover the front door?
Perez: (voice) Are you going to do something subtle?
Vertag: Yeah. Marine subtle. You still at the window?
Perez: (Voice) I’m down on the porch.
Vertag: Great. (takes a split log from a pile, swings it on the window.) Start. (window smashes. He leans in, shoots twice through the door blindly. Steps in and moves to cover the girl who stares at him, wide-eyed)
(In the other room, two shots explode through the door, shattering a liquor bottle and the front window. The three are unharmed. They rush to grab guns and duck down behind furniture.)
Poacher1: Where did she get a gun?
Poacher2: She didn’t, jackass! Someone’s rescuing her!
Poacher1: Then why didn’t he come in here?
Poacher2: Because we have guns. (They aim them at the door, fire a few rounds)
(In the back room, the shots at the door go wild. Vertag has the girl crouched in the far corner, covered by his body. One round ricochets off of a metal pan, hits his coat. He grunts, but that’s all. The coat is obviously armored. He lifts his gun and fires another shot through the door.)
Poacher3: I’m going out. Work around back and get the bastard from behind. (crouches and scampers to the door. He’s two steps outside when Perez shouts)
Perez: Hey! Giant!
Poacher3: What the-? (she fires a grenade into his chest, it explodes, he drops like an anchor in mineral water.)
Poacher2: What was that?
Poacher1: An explosion!
Poacher2: I know, but what caused it?
(As they’re looking towards the front door, Vertag steps through the other door. He’s not wearing the armored jacket. One round drops Poacher2 on sight. Poacher1 gets a shot off as he starts to run for the door. Vertag shoots his head as the poacher’s knee explodes.)
Perez: HA! I have FINALLY killed more giants than the diplomat!
Vertag: What? (moves to make sure the dead are really dead) Whatever.
Teen: (appears at the door, wearing Vertag’s coat, more than a little stunned) Is it over?
Vertag: Yes.
Teen: (sees bodies, flinches away, sees Perez shouldering her launcher) Is that…did she shoot a…?
Perez: You’re darn tootin’ I did.
Vertag: No she didn’t.
Teen: What?
Vertag: (flashes badge, starts walking girl toward door and through the woods. Picks up Perez as they step past her.) Obviously, this Earthling is working with me in an official SID capacity. Her authority to participate in the arrest and restraint of criminals, though, is not something we wish the local authorities to be apprised of.
Teen: Is this a security matter?
Vertag: Yes. (more enthusiastically) YES! You are forbidden to discuss the particulars of your rescue with any and all-
Perez: Oh, God, Vertag. Just ask her not to tell anyone that I shot a giant.
Teen: Okay. I promise. I didn’t really see anything happen anyway.
Vertag: I, uh. If you should-
Perez: You’re SID, Agent. She already knows all the threats. Now be a good guy and tell her about her parents.
Teen: Mom?
Vertag: The sheriff said they were at the hospital. That they’re going to be okay.
Teen: (composure breaks, she turns to Vertag and cries onto his shoulder. He freezes) Thank you. Oh. Both of you. Thank you.
Perez: Just him, remember. But you’re welcome.
Vertag: Um. We should go. You need to make a statement…
Perez: (as one talking to a 2^nd Lieutenant) After she goes to the hospital.
Vertag: OH! Right! She should be checked out.
Perez: AND see her parents.
Vertag: Yeah.
(On the train again, Vertag stretches out, Perez works out on the seat beside him.)
Vertag: So. Diplomat envy?
Perez: Huh? Oh, that. Well, it’s just common sense, you know? A diplomat’s guard detail should be the ones that take lives. That’s not why we have diplomats, you know?
Vertag: I thought you were ahead, anyway?
Perez: Nope.
Vertag: No, wait. Janet shot one guy at the beach house, and killed Mayshus at the Compound.
Perez: Yes. If the beach guy died, that’s two for her.
Vertag: And you killed the tech at the atomics place, and the bodyguard-
Perez: Lessala killed him. I just helped.
Vertag: So, one and a half. Oh, and you killed King’s bodyguard. Beeko.
Perez: I ordered one of my people to kill Beeko.
Vertag: Oh. So, still one and a half, plus the guy on the porch, and we’ll split the last poacher. You’re three to probably two. If that’s important to you, Major Lifetaker Perez.
Perez: (smiles at his comment. Then pauses and looks Vertag over) How many people have you killed in the line of duty, Agent Vertag?
Vertag: (stares into the distance) A few. You?
Perez: Same… (they sit in silence as the camera recedes.)
(A train stop across from a marina. Vertag descends, collects his luggage, piles it onto a wheeled cart. Tugs that towards the water)
Vertag: Do you get seasick, Major?
Perez: What? I’m a Marine!
Vertag: That’s an answer?
Perez: Damn skippy.
Vertag: THAT is an answer?
Perez: Fuggin’ a ditty bag!
Vertag: Okay, now you’re just having me on.
Perez: That’s a ten fower, good buddy.
(Down a pier there’s a workboat tied up. A squat individual tinkers with the engine, listening to the noise then adjusting it)
Vertag: Still got that problem?
Dad: This fourth engine since you left. Whole new problem. (tosses tools to the deck, starts towards the cabin. Vertag heaves the luggage aboard then moves to cast off lines. The boat leaves the pier and heads for the mouth of the harbor. Once it’s outside of the breakers the waves pick up).
Perez: (inside the holster, a grim expression) You know, the waves aren’t bad. But feeling you rocking to the waves? That’s bad. Can you put me down, please? (Vertag gently deposits her on a flat space behind the windows. Dad glances at her curiously.) What?
Dad: Just wondering you were this Janet keep hearing on the news. Camera don’t do you justice. Unless Vert dumped can oil on y’.
Vertag: Dad, Major Perez. Major, my father.
Dad: Ah. No oil.
Perez: No, sir. This is how I always look. (she’s looking better as she holds onto the power cable for a light on the window)
Dad: (to Vertag) Always talk s’ much?
Vertag: Oh, yeah. Nonstop since met.
Dad: HA!
Vertag: What?
Dad: That gypsy! Fortune!
Vertag: Oh. Yeah. (small smile)
Perez: What? What fortune?
Vertag: Gypsies came to the Island once. Threw fortunes. Told me, I’d be coming home with ‘a tall dark stranger’ that would change our lives.
Perez: Well, we’ve established dark. And I guess I’m strange for the location. And all my friends think I’m tall…
Vertag: (reaches a finger out to tap on her shoulder) Yes, we do, Major.
(Camera shifts to show a long dark shape on the horizon ahead, the Island.)
(A battered truck pulls into a parking place beside a long two-story wooden house. A barn, a shed and several pens surround the house. Vertag gets out of the side, Dad leaves the front and heads for the barn. Vertag turns to scoop Perez up from the dashboard)
Perez: Good Lord, what a ride. Do Islanders use the term ‘pothole?’
Vertag: Not normally. Canyon, maybe. Or ‘it ate the car!’ Or, really, around here, they’d say ‘done ate car!’
Perez: (groans) Great….
(Jegretz runs out of the house, slamming the door and aiming to tackle Vertag. Vertag spins sends Jegretz flying, face first in the gravel)
Jegretz: (spits, wails) What do that for?
Vertag: You going tackle me!
Jegretz: Like always! (stands)
Vertag: Well, you might hurt friend.
Jegretz: (looks exaggeratedly in all directions) Friend anyways close?
Perez: I think he means me. (Jegretz’ eyes go wide) Hi. Please don’t tackle me?
Jegretz: Vert got self little friend! (Smiles wide) Can she dance?
Vertag: Get this straight, Jegr. (drops the local accent he has been tending to slip into around his family) Two things you must know about Major Perez, here. She is a professional. She’s a ranking officer in their version of Security Elites. She’s armed. If you piss her off, she’ll hurt you. If you frighten or threaten her, she’ll kill you. She’s killed people bigger than you are.
Jegretz: (rubbing his face) That more two things?
Vertag: That’s one thing. Fear her. The other thing is that she’s a friend. You bother her, you’re bothering me. And don’t make me choose between a friend and a little brother.
Jegretz: Uh…
Vertag: Perez. You have a little brother, don’t you?
Perez: Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Nasty little teaser, in fact.
Vertag: See? So she already knows how I’ll feel if you force her to kill you. ‘Kay?
Jegretz: ‘Kay. (moves off into the house)
Vertag: (deep breath) That should keep him away from you for a while.
Perez: Vertag, I could never hurt your family.
Vertag: Don’t make promises until you get to know him.
Perez: ‘Kay.
(Vertag walks around the house towards the first of a row of heavily fenced pens. Grabs a short staff or thick wand off the side of the barn as he goes)
Vertag: You strapped in?
Perez: I’m fine.
Vertag: Strap in. (stops walking)
Perez: Why?
Vertag: Because rather you didn’t fall into snapper pen.
Perez: (slings shoulder straps over her and snaps one around her waist. She scans the cockpit-like area and nods.) Ready.
Vertag: Okay. (resumes walking) Family doesn’t have any snappers for sale right now. Not this time t’ year. We haven’t much with luck getting them breeding in captivity. We go Wild Place tomorrow, capture young. (comes along the side of the pen. Some human-scale T-Rex prowl the pen, snapping at each other. Surly crocodiles with toothaches and joint pain. They have distinct stripe patterns that allow recognition of individuals.)
Perez: Oooooh.
Vertag: Things t’ remember. Your zap bracelets?
Perez: Yeah?
Vertag: No broadcast power round here. No recharge. Other thing. (pulls the wand out, leans carefully over the rail. A T-Rex pounces. He hits the beast with the stun gun. Electricity crackles, the animal howls in pain but doesn’t stop. Chews at the wand, scratches the dirt, screams frustration up at the giant until Vertag removes arm and wand)
Vertag: Electricity don’t matter a snot for these.
Perez: These aren’t for sale? (she readies a hand camera and shoots the pen)
Vertag: No. (Stands for a while, letting her get pics)
Perez: Can I ask…?
Vertag: They’re family.
Perez: Oh. Wonderfully loyal pets, despite the vicious exterior, you sing their praises to-
Vertag: THAT one bit m’ grandpa’s nose off. That one, a sister’s toe. There’s a brother’s finger. Those two new, no idea. Piece of mom’s leg is in that one.
Perez: So, by family you mean…
Vertag: We don’t kill animals but we eat ‘em, usual. And we not eatin’ nothin’ that’s part of Aunt, Grandpa, Brother, Sister or Mom.
Perez: So you keep these until they die?
Vertag: Yep.
Perez: You guys are weird.
Vertag: You wanted see them. Take one home. Got to know what getting into.
Perez: Yeah. I think I need to upload this movie.
(A few pens down, Vertag helps his brother and father muck out the empty snapper pens. They grunt, point and nod. The Holster is clipped to the outside of the fence.)
(Inside, on the lower level, Perez watches a screen display counting down the file transfer. 20%, 10% 5%, 4-3-2-1)
Perez: Okay, Excelsior, you should have the pictures. Let me know how we’re going to proceed.
Tech1 (voice): Roger, Major. (slightly less officious voice) Uh, Major Perez? Colonel Adams wanted me to pass something along to you, and to Agent Vertag.
Perez: Go ahead.
Tech1 (voice): Seems there was a human sighting in Coastal City this afternoon.
Perez: Oh?
Tech1 (voice): Two little women charged into a backyard barbeque, told everyone they had an ‘atomic’ weapon and threatened to detonate it unless their demands were met.
Perez: Demands?
Tech1 (voice): They had the birthday boy put a slice of cake and a hot dog on a little plastic truck and took off. Threatened to detonate the weapon if they were followed.
Perez: Gimmee the frosting and no one gets hurt?
Tech1 (voice): Exactly, ma’am.
Perez: Did they really have a nuke?
Tech1 (voice): Turned out to be pill bottle wrapped in aluminum foil. With a match sticking out of it.
Perez: Imaginative.
Tech1 (voice): Miss Lessala took a reaction company out to search the neighborhood, but by the time they got there, the two were long gone.
Perez: Well. Well, that’s still good to hear. Thanks.
(Back to previous view, Perez sticks her head up from the Holster and waves.)
Perez: Hey, Giant! Good news! They’re alive!
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