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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 the reception, Vertag escorts a woman through the front door and out into the street. He looks up and down the street in the twilight. Shrugs and turns back inside. Janet is beside a cage on Lessala’s desk, talking to two human women inside. Lessala watches, glancing up at the clock. Vertag follows her gaze.
Vertag: Yeah, watch the door while I put these two in the Tank. Then you can go.
Lessala: I wasn’t saying anything.
Vertag: That’s alright. There’s no one out there. Back in a flash. (he holds his hand over the cage handle, adopts a formal tone) If I may?
Janet: (equally formal) You may. (steps away from the cage. He lifts and walks to the security door.)
Lessala: (Once the door closes behind him) What happened to you two?
Janet: Nothing.
Lessala: Nothing? You two are like fingernails on a chalkboard. It hurts just to listen to you. What did he do, step on you?
Janet: Just forget it, Lessala.
Lessala: He reminds me of my one boyfriend. When we started dating, he brought me a flower.
Janet: (Blinks) What?
Lessala: He brought me a flower. To grow. As a dating gift.
Janet: (confused) I don’t… What?
Lessala: (reaches up to tug on her bangs) Flowers? With this hair? He never thought about those things.
Janet: (Pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers) Just go home, Lessala.
Lessala: I have to wait until…
Janet: If he has a problem, he can take it up with me.
Lessala: (blinks) Um. Okay. Right now, I’d pay to watch that. But thanks. (Stands, picks up her purse, moves to the coat rack.)
(Door opens and Macik and Bruiser enter. The pair just look like trouble. Broken noses, rough complexions, odd bulges under their ill-fitting clothes. Mack is a bit shorter than Lessala, wiry and kind of reminiscent of a were-rat. Bruiser is a mountain of ugly, taller than Vertag and with arms like hanging hams. He carries a cardboard box.)
Macik: This the place buys Little People?
Lessala: (retreating behind the desk at the sight of the pair) Um, essentially. Yes.
Janet: (steps forward) Can we help you?
Bruiser: Hey, look, Macik, a Earthling broad.
Macik: Hey! No names, Idiot.
Bruiser: Oh. Sorry, Macik.
Macik: (groans) Just shut up.
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(Roll titles)
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Macik: (to Lessala) Look, missy, I wanna talk to your boss. Not the pets.
Lessala: She more or less IS my boss.
Macik: Really? (turns down to Janet) So. You got the money?
Janet: I can get you the money. You have humans?
Macik: You whens?
Lessala: How many Earthlings do you have?
Macik: Oh. Nineteen. Show ‘em, Bruiser.
Bruiser: Macik, you said no names?
Macik: Bruiser is your nick name, idiot. Show the pretty ladies what we have in the box. (Bruiser lays the cardboard box on the desk. Lessala lifts Janet up to look down in it. Nineteen young men and women lay across the bottom. They’re bruised, battered and naked. Most seem to be unconscious. Standing in Lessala’s hand, Janet gasps at the sight) Yeah, they gave a bit of a fight when we captured them. But they’re all alive. Sorry to shock you. Where’s the money?
Lessala: We don’t actually have it here. We give you a voucher-
Macik: That means a bank? We don’t really want to go to a bank. You wanna go to a bank, Bruiser?
Bruiser: No. They don’t like me in banks no more.
(During this conversation, Janet has slipped a cell phone into her hand and taken a few pics of the humans.)
(The SOG is a young woman. Her podium rings, she takes up a phone and looks at it. Her eyes go wide. She turns and runs to a door next to the elevator, goes through it)
(Vertag drops the baseball bat to the floor and stalks to the door. The stack of cage debris nearly fills a quarter of the Cage Room. He exits, shuts the door, and walks down the hall. As he gets to the security door, the SOG shows up on a shelf beside the handle. She waves a signal flag to get his attention.)
Vertag: What?
SOG: Sir, are you wearing your ears? (Vertag pulls an earpiece out of his pocket, slips it into one ear, nods. She puts a hand to her ear) Go ahead.
Adams (Voice): Vertag, we’ve identified the men and women in that box.
Vertag: What box?
Adams (Voice): There are two individuals attempting to get money for 19 humans. Those people are Marines.
Vertag: One of your units?
Adams (voice): Yes, Agent. Sorry.
Vertag: Later. Does Janet know?
Adams (voice): She’s the one that sent us the picture.
Vertag: What picture? (The SOG helpfully pulls out her cell phone and holds it up to his view. He bends and squints. And squints. Wrinkles up his face to see the itsy, teeny, tiny screen. Then flashes a sardonic look down at the woman. She sheepishly puts the phone away.) Never mind. What are you doing?
Adams (voice): We have a Reaction Platoon and a Corpsman squad on the way to your location.
Vertag: Okay. Just stay on this side of the door until I give you explicit permission to enter, okay?
Adams (voice): Agent Vertag, we won’t let our people-
Vertag: No, Colonel. We won’t. Okay? We won’t. Just don’t complicate the situation for me, please?
Adams (voice): (moment of quiet) You are the man in charge at the scene. Sir.
Vertag: Cooperating under protest. Message received. (he checks his gun in the holster)
(Inside reception, Lessala is explaining the process)
Lessala: See, usually, you bring humans in and take the check or voucher. If you need cash, you come in and make an appointment. Then on 5^th Day morning, Agent Vertag goes to the bank and draws exactly the money to pay for all the Earthlings we expect. That’s why you make an appointment. If you do, I’m sure that the Agent will be available…
Macik: Well, that’s a second trip back to here. That’s not terribly convenient. We’d like the cash now.
(Security door opens, Vertag walks in, shows apparent surprise to find the men there.)
Vertag: What’s this?
Lessala: Agent Vertag, these two men brought in these 19 Earthlings. They want the money, right now.
Vertag: (walks around the desk and the men, to stand between them and the door) Well, I’m sure we can arrange something. If you’ll leave them here, you can come back on 5^th Day and I’ll pay you.
Macik: We don’t want to come back. (he turns to face Vertag while Bruiser moves a bit to stand beside Lessala. She puts Janet down inside the box and slowly slides it across the desk, away from Bruiser) We want the money now.
Vertag: That’s impossible. I do not have any cash here. How about if I bring it to you? I can pick it up tomorrow, bring it by after work. Any place you want.
Macik: Now, that’s the kind of citizen-oriented effort I expect from my government. There’s a shopping center down the road from here. With the supermarket?
Vertag: I know it.
Macik: Well, you bring the cash there tomorrow about an hour after sundown. We’ll give you the Earthlings, you give us the cash, we all go away happy.
Vertag: I’ll be there. (Macik nods his head towards Bruiser. The big man reaches for the box. Lessala gently blocks him with her shoulder) But you’re not taking the humans.
Macik: Well, you don’t get ‘the humans’ until you pay.
Vertag: I’ll pay. I’ll gladly pay. I promise. In fact, if those men and women are naked? (Lessala nods) I’ll pay you a thousand for each of them, and I’ll pay you 500 more for each man’s equipment. Weapons and clothes.
Macik: Nineteen thousand for the men. Nineteen thousand more for the equipment. And we keep everything until tomorrow. That part’s not negotiable.
Vertag: That’s too bad. They’re friends of mine and you can’t leave here with them.
Macik: Eh? (Pulls out a pistol and aims it at Vertag. Bruiser grabs Lessala around the throat and pulls out a knife.) I say we go when we like, and we take what we like. Just to keep it simple, you pay nineteen thousand more to get the secretary back. What do you think of that?
Vertag: Okay, now you’ve messed up. (smiles)
Macik: Huh?
Vertag: My secretary. She’s a spy. (stunned looks from all three giants) Sure. She works for Defense Force. The only reason she hasn’t killed you already is that she doesn’t want to break her cover.
Macik: That little thing is DF?
Vertag: Sure. But, if you threaten her, she wants to be dead a lot less than she wants to keep her job. So, once I turn my back, she’s going to kill you.
Macik: Really. You know, I’d almost like to see that. Bruiser, give the –
(Lessala grabs a pencil off the desk and stabs it deep into Bruiser’s thigh. He shouts. Macik turns for a second. Vertag pounces. They grapple for the gun. Standard TV fight scene. Furniture broken, hidden gun, unseen gunshot, then Macik slowly sinks to the ground.)
(Vertag wrestles the gun free, turns to the desk. Lessala stands up from where she was kneeling beside Bruiser. Bruiser is dead on the floor. One pencil is stuck in his ear, two more stick out of his back. They stare at each other for a second.)
Janet (from inside the box): Is everyone okay? What’s happening?
(Lessala picks Janet up and sets her on the desk. Vertag reaches over and locks the front door. Then Lessala kneels down by Bruiser again and starts going through his clothing. Vertag starts searching Macik. As they talk, they throw ID into a pile between them.)
Vertag: Okay. I was bluffing.
Janet: No, you weren’t!
Vertag: Shut up, Janet. I was bluffing, you played along with it…
Lessala: Until I managed to distract them.
Vertag: Right. Then I took them out. Both of them. Because I’m just that good. (The repressive government of the giants’ leads to a lot of ID. They have personal ID, work ID, permissions and validations. Also, being who they are, they have ID with a variety of useful names. The pile grows. They also find key rings)
Lessala: So my cover is still intact.
Janet: No, it isn’t!
Lessala and Vertag together: Shut up, Janet!
Vertag: Yes. Now. (stands) I can get rid of the bodies. But I need to get them out of the building unobserved.
Lessala: (stands and steps to her desk) So, you would need a favor from someone who can (lifts mike from her comms unit, changes a dial) Blackout. I need a blackout at my location.
Voice: Confirm blackout. Give me ten. Maybe twenty. I’ll call.
Lessala: Like that? (she turns the dial back)
Vertag: Perfect. (He scoops up the ID and places it on the desk. In the same motion, he moves the cardboard box to the floor and rips one side off. Whistles.)
(A small door in the wall opens and three Hummer’s with red crosses scream through. Medics jump out and run into the box. Perez stands at the door, holding a personal weapon.)
Vertag: I need to know if anyone’s missing, and what they can tell us about where they were being held.
Perez: Yes, sir.
(he goes through the security door. Change to a view from just beside Janet. She watches him disappear, then turns. Beside her, Lessala is sorting the ID)
Lessala: Fake. Real. Hideously fake. Real. Still hideous, but real. Fake. Fake.
(she turns back to look down at the box. Perez is talking to one of the wounded, too softly to hear this high up. Medics start moving stretchers to the ambulances. Janet has nowhere to go, leans against a pencil cup and starts to breathe deeply.)
(fade out)
(Fade in, same place. The last ambulance rushes off. Lessala is reading through a document. Janet dozes against the cup. Perez climbs up over the edge of the desk. Vertag comes back. He’s dressed for black ops, in dark pants, sweater and watch cap.)
Vertag: Major. (Janet gives a start at the sound) What did we get?
Perez: Not much. All they could say was log cabin. And one man is missing.
Vertag: The officer?
Perez: Yes. How did you know?
Vertag: It’s the only reason he may be alive. So, you had a recon unit out, they got trapped?
Perez: Yes.
Vertag: We’ll discuss that later. We need to get the missing man, and their equipment. Anything?
Lessala: Wooden cabin? Did these two seem like sportsmen to you?
Vertag: Not particularly.
Lessala: (indicating some documents) They both had permissions to leave town. And access to the Coastal Highway Hunting Preserve.
Vertag: That’s a big place.
Lessala: AND they have keys to the same building. (holds up both key rings) Cabin B24.
Vertag: That’s it. (turns to Perez) That Reaction Force? Still available?
Perez: Ready, willing and able.
Vertag: I may need help searching for your officer. And their equipment. In my office, there’s a bowling bag. Get them inside it. (Perez runs to the edge of the desk, grabs the phone cord, jumps. Vertag steps around the desk and starts dragging the bodies closer to the door. Unlocks it.)
Voice on Radio: Central, this Gas Inspector 2, I need a private line to the chief.
Other Voice on Radio: Gas 2, you’re on the police channel. Please verify and retransmit.
Voice on Radio: Whoops! My fault. Sorry.
Lessala: That’s it, you’ve got twenty minutes.
(Vertag hoists Macik to his shoulder and staggers out the door.)
(In his office, Perez encourages her people into position. They form a human ladder and throw themselves through the zipper)
(Vertag tries to hoist Bruiser, ends up dragging him out. Lessala holds the door. When he’s through, she goes into the office, zips the bag shut, and carries it to the door.)
Janet: Hey! Don’t forget me!
Lessala: Oh, sweetheart. I don’t think so. Not tonight.
Vertag: (entering and taking the bag) Okay, see you in a few.
Janet: Vertag! Come get me!
Vertag: No, Janet. (he turns to leave)
Janet: What? Why not?
Vertag: (pauses at the door) Because I still might have to kill someone tonight. You might take exception to the necessity. (He leaves. Janet drops to sit down on the desk.)
(Lessala shuts and locks the door, then moves to her desk.)
Lessala: I’ll wait up with you, Janet. (she starts to feed the ID into a shredder)
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(Vertag’s car slows to a stop on a dirt road in a forest. The lights are out. Perez and a few Marines stand on the dashboard and look around with their binoculars)
Vertag: I don’t see anything. But it’s dark, anything could be out there.
Perez: There are two deer on the other side of the cabin.
Marine1: A raccoon is asleep in this tree over here.
Marine2: There’s a fire set in the cabin. (View changes to an Infra-red image of a fireplace. A few other warm spots dot the field) No sign of any people. Giants, I mean.
Vertag: I am so jealous right now…
Perez: Maybe Santa will bring you a pair.
Vertag: Thrombeldinbar never brought me anything I could use. If he brought me your binocs, he’d keep them at your size.
Perez: Life sucks. Are we going to do this?
Vertag: (clicks his flashlight. It doesn’t come on. He shakes it a time or two. A Marine offers a heavy duty flashlight of his own, already turned on. Vertag winces and pinches it between his fingers) Yes. Let’s.
(View from inside the cabin. Flames from a dying fire are the only illumination. There’s a few chairs, tables, a gun rack. No sign of life. The door flies open. Vertag steps into view, waving a teensy light around. At floor level, other lights move quickly in, spread out in a search. Vertag moves slowly, careful where he places each step. He reaches the fire and stokes it, the light increases. He pockets the human light.)
Perez: Agent! (He moves towards her voice. Three lights shine up at a shelf on the wall. Another human, also naked, crouches on the floor of a small wire cage. Vertag lifts it gently to the floor and opens it. Leaving it to the Marines, he starts searching the counters of the kitchen half of the cabin. He opens a flour bin and pours a double handful of black outfits onto the counter.)
Vertag: Eighteen…nineteen…twenty. (Sweeps them all back in the can, places it next to the door, goes back. Eventually finds the weapons in the icebox in a tin cup. Pockets them.) Okay, we ready to go?
Perez: Quite ready, Agent.
Vertag: Okay, get out of the building, stay off the path. I’m bringing the bodies in here.
(fade out)
(fade in, Bruiser and Macik are wrapped around each other on the floor of the cabin. Furniture is tossed around and broken. Vertag steps back to examine his handiwork. The door opens.)
Criminal3: Hey! You guys back? That’s not your car out- (sees the bodies. Shuts up. Starts to draw a gun, sees Vertag. The agent shoots him, drops the gun on Macik’s lap, then drags the body into the room.)(Fade out)
(Fade in, reception. Sunrise. Lessala is asleep, leaning on the front of Vertag’s desk. Janet is curled up in her lap, also asleep. The SOG stands above them. She’s a bit the worse for wear, but still awake and vertical. The door opens and Vertag enters wearily with bowling bag. He sees the sleeping pair, holds a finger to his lips to tell the SOG to be quiet. She nods. He places the bag on the floor, takes out the flour bin and the tin cup. The marines climb out and walk towards the human-door. Vertag steps over the line, slams the door of his office shut. The two wake with a start. Janet almost rolls off Lessala’s skirt.)
Vertag: No overtime. (he puts the items down on his desk, sits down)
Lessala: What do you mean, no overtime? I was here for (looks at her watch)…Oh. OH. I have to…(deposits Janet on the desk.) I’ll be back. I have to shower and-
Vertag: Take the day off, Lessala.
Lessala: It’ll only…What? (he nods, waves bye-bye. She nods and leaves)
Janet: (stretching) Did everything go okay?
Vertag: (Still formal) As well as can be expected, Miss Crane. (turns to the SOG) There should be a working party coming for these items (dumps the uniforms on the desk, points to the cup full of guns). I’m going to be upstairs, sleeping the day away. (he rises and walks to the security door)
Janet: Agent Vertag! (he pauses but doesn’t turn) The, uh, the doc says, your….your friends are going to be okay. All 19 of them.
Vertag: All 20, Miss Crane. (a small smile, a nod, then he’s gone)
(Daylight in the cabin. Jackala is talking to the medical examiner)
Jackala: So, what happened?
ME: Well, there was a card game in progress. That man (Bruiser) had three aces in his hand.
Jackala: He was winning?
ME: They were all the Ace of Spades.
Jackala: So a fight broke out.
ME: Maybe. These two were shot.
Jackala: What about the cheater.
ME: If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was stabbed to death by a pencil.
Jackala: A pencil? I can’t go the DA and say this man died by a PENCIL!?!
ME: Well, no. Since there are no pencils at the crime scene.
Jackala: So what did they kill him with?
ME: Um…frozen bullets? That melted before we got here? (The commissioner stares)
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