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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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(opens up with a closeup of a sleeping young woman's face. She moves a bit, slowly coming to. The camera retreats, showing that she's very minimally dressed and laying on something white and spongey. A giant hand moves in to place a giant slice over bread over the top of her. We see that she's in a sandwich. We see the plate and a bag of turnip chips spills onto the side of the plate. The clatter wakens her. She sees where she is, looks up.)
(The view changes to a low view looking up at a smiling, ugly giant. He licks his lips.)
(Back to the woman on the bread. She screams in absolute terror.)
(From the side we see that he's at a table, reaching down for the girlwich, laughing at her fears. Another giant steps up behind him. It's the Speaker from episode 3-4 and 3-5 (where they tagged his shoe).
Speaker: What are you doing?
Thug: That look on their faces. That moment of dawning comprehension. That terror, that's what I live for.
Woman: Please! Please don't eat me!
Speaker: You can't eat her. We may need her later.
Thug: For what? She has no technical knowledge.
Speaker: For bait. And maybe a hostage.
Thug: Either way, you have to let the humans know we have her. And that's against the rules.
(he flicks off the top slice of bread and pinches the woman's leg. She's swung up and off the bread. He stands carrying her over to a table across the room. She whimpers)
Speaker: That's against current policy. But that might change.
Thug: Yeah. Any day now, we'll be springing our trap. (he opens a cage and lowers her inside. A dozen other women cower against the far side. ) Yar! (they flinch at his growl)
Speaker: That's right we will.
Thug: And I can have my pick?
Speaker: Once we don't need them anymore.
Thug: Uh huh...(stares creepily at the earthlings)
(The camera rises, backing up and away from the giants. It goes through the top pane of a window and into the sky where the unmanned surveillance drone circles. Zooms in on the camera lens, coming out in the security tent in the Earthling Building back at the compound.)
(Adams, Perez and Brown are watching the giant menace the women)
Adams: What a piece of work.
Brown: We've tagged him with the code name Bean Stalker.
Adams: I'll grind her bones to make my bread?
Perez: Exactly.
Adams: Are the other sites as bad?
Perez: No. (moves to a map of Coastal City. Red dots mark spots he gestures to) We've found ten places where Speaker has been that have one or more humans inside. We've put ground units inside all but Bean Stalker's.
Adams: Why not there?
Brown: He has ferrets. Mostly for security, we think, though he does enjoy letting them almost catch an Earthling.
Adams: We've defeated Ferrets on this planet before.
Brown: We don't want him warned of our presence.
Perez: Not until it's too late.
Adams: Good, good. (On a monitor, Speaker leaves the Thug's house and walks down the street) Any problem with the transmitter?
Brown: Actually, we haven't needed it. The drone's been more than sufficient to track him.
Perez: So far.
Adams: Heh. Optimist.
Perez: Thank you, sir.
Adams: So, we're just about ready?
Perez and Brown together: OOrah.
Adams: (smiles wide) Alright, then. Hey? She looks familiar? (they turn to stare at the screen).
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(Vertag's office. He gestures to invite Stogga inside, then shuts the door. Invites his minion to sit, takes his own chair. Picks up a folder)
Vertag: Stogga, I have a job for you. (opens folder. There's a diagram of a building, some notes and arrows for different parts.) The Earthlings have acquired some intel on a place that other Earthlings are being held. We're going to hit it some time in the future to rescue those humans. Okay?
Stogga: Okay.
Vertag: I need you to plan how to take the building.
Stogga: Me, sir?
Vertag: You're ready. You remember your training. This is basic. Secure the building, rescue the hostages, detain or destroy as needed. Just treat it like a graded field drill.
Stogga: But sir, I...
Vertag: I NEED you to do this. The whole plan.
Stogga: Everything?
Vertag: Yes.
Stogga: Yes, sir. (takes a deep breath) Okay. (picks up the building plan) What are my assumptions?
Vertag: Figure a six man team on your side. And assume that none of them are briefed on the drill until about ten minutes before you start.
Stogga: Ah. Utter secrecy?
Vertag: Exactly. Don't tell anyone what you're doing. Don't ask for any help. Well, you can ask me. But only me. I want a perfect plan, but I want it to be YOUR plan.
Stogga: So... Everyone's going to get a chance at this plan, aren't they?
Vertag: Maybe. Yeah, maybe all ten of you have the same chance to plan the drill, and we'll use the one I think is best. Maybe all ten of you have different drills. Maybe there are five drills divided between the ten of you.
Stogga: I, uh, you can depend on me, sir. Will...will the humans be helping?
Vertag: Your team will have a few platoons of Marines in support. Oh, assume the building is full of rebels. Armed rebels. Armed rebels expecting your attack. (Stogga pales a bit, swallows hard.) Can I count on you, Stogga?
Stogga: Yes, sir. Yes, you can.
Vertag: That's good. (nods to the door) Keep the plans in your locker here. And ask Vosgeel to step in, would you? (Fade out as he draws another folder onto his desk)
(Fade in to a city park. Wide angle shot drops down to find Speaker walking along the sidewalk. He turns and starts to cross the grass. Walks up to a park bench and sits down. Camera pans to show that doctor Aksarra sits on the other end. They don't look at each other)
Speaker: A little disappointed in you.
Aksarra: I haven't had an opportunity to identify the skirries cure, much less get a sample.
Speaker: You've had two months. Three groups of Little People. Sixty cures. All those samples going from your hand to the Earthlings.
Aksarra: I can't. They monitor too closely.
Speaker: You've never failed us before.
Aksarra: I've never gone up against the Directorate before.
Speaker: Seriously? These guys are direct reports to...
Aksarra: I think so. These guys....their paranoia is almost a sound coming off them. Out of their eyes, I think.
Speaker: Which just indicates how important this is.
Aksarra: I know. I know, it's life or death.
Speaker: It's a chance to overturn the Directorate's death grip on the populace.
Aksarra: I know the stakes. You don't have to tell me the stakes.
Speaker: Well, it seems that I do. Everyone else in the organization is dedicated to-
(Cut to the Security Tent. Adams and Perez are showing a tape of the meeting to Cheryl and Roth.)
Aksarra: I know! I believe in our goals. I know how evil the Directorate is. I just don't think I can look them in the face and take a life.
Speaker: Look who in the face?
Aksarra: Um...I mean, I can't get away with a sample. Not the way they have this set up.
(Adams gestures and Perez stops the tape.)
Adams: He goes on to browbeat her for a while, and she promises to try very hard to get a sample of the cancer cure.
Perez: But to be honest, I don't think her heart's in it.
Cheryl: (Softly) No. No, it wouldn't be. She never really liked the spying bit. She just wanted to help end suffering. And the Directorate...they're so very evil.
Adams: So, the question is, what do we do now?
Cheryl: What do you mean? She'd never hurt anyone. She knows that the cancer medicine... That stealing a does kills someone. She became a doctor to save lives. Not take them.
Perez: Of course. But she's attached to a group of rebels, now. They can bring some pressures to bear, forcing her to do what they want, not what she wants.
Adams: It's not a matter of if she would, it's how long she could hold out against them.
Cheryl: (nods slowly, sad look.)(Softly) What are you going to do to her?
Perez: Well, Vertag knows she's got ties to rebel factions.
Adams: He suspected.
Perez: (shrugs) He's SID. Suspected is the same as confirmed for him.
Roth: Major! You can't have him arrest Aksarra!
Cheryl: No! She's done nothing wrong!
Adams: Wasn't going to have him arrest her. And we're trying to keep her from doing anything wrong.
Perez: We'll just have Vertag fire her.
Cheryl: Won't he need cause? I mean, she hasn't lost a patient since she started working for the Exchange. And you can't, you just can't tell him that she's-
Perez: It'll be okay, Cheryl. Trust us.
(Cut to Vertag's office. Vertag enters and sits down. Turns to the SOG and speaks)
Vertag: Could you send word for Major Perez, please? I need to talk to her about- (voice trails off)
(CLoseup of the SOG. Rather than a Marine, it's the technician from the Excelsior, Episode 3-03. He's in his Fleet uniform, quaking in his boots)
Vertag: You're new.
Tech: Yes, sir.
Vertag: And you're not a Marine.
Tech: No, sir.
Vertag: So why are you standing sergeant of the guard?
Tech: Co...co...commander... Graves.... She.... She told me I had to... Apologize. To you. For the...for...for when i...
(Cut to the Security Tent. Brown, Peterson and enlisted Marines and Janet surround the monitor and watch the Tech stammer.)
Brown: I don't think he's going to finish the sentence soon.
Peterson: I don't think he's going to finish his apology before we rotate home.
Janet: Now, be nice. (she elbows Peterson) I heard about the first time you talked with Vertag and he wasn't even angry.
Peterson: He sure as hell was! You were in the hospital! The whole battalion was afraid of him then. Fleet walked on tip toe to avoid pissing him off!
Brown: Hush!
(Cut to Vertag's office)
Vertag: Maybe, try deep breaths? Bend your knees. (Tech looks about to faint) Shouldn't there have been a monitor or someone? To show you how to stand the watch?
Tech: No one wanted.. (deep breaths) To be near me... (huff) When I apologized...
Vertag: Apologized for what?
Tech: Boom.
Vertag: Boom?
Tech: Big boom!
Vertag: Big boom? Big boom I care about?
Tech: (nods)
Vertag: You... You're the guy that blew up my car?
(Cut to security tent)
Peterson: He's quick.
Janet: If he said gunshots, Vertag would need more information. Explosions, those are fewer.
(Cut to Vertag's office)
Tech: I am so, so, so, so sorry, sir.
Vertag: Eh. It was a borrowed car. I hadn't even signed for it. (shrugs and sits back in his chair) No harm, no foul, right?
Tech: (stunned)(Softly) Right? Ahem. Right.
(Cut to security tent)
Brown: Well, I guess that's that.
Janet: Wait for it.
(Cut to Vertag's office)
Vertag: Honest mistake. I've had my own people nearly kill me a time or two. It's not like you gave me a scar or anything.
Tech: (smiles in relief) No, no, not even a scratch.
Vertag: No big thing. (scratches chin. Smile fades. Voice drops) Of course... you DID almost kill Janet with that missile. (reaches towards Tech)
Tech: (whimper)
(Cut to security tent)
(Brown and Peterson pull cash out of their pockets and hand it to Janet.)
Janet: Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen.
(Cut to Vertag's office. Perez steps out of the elevator. Vertag is reviewing some paperwork. The Tech is nowhere to be seen)
Perez: Where's the SOG?
Vertag: (mouth nearly shut on a full mouth) I moan fow. (shrugs. Swallows something big) I don't know. Haven't seen a Marine all day.
Perez: (eyes wide in horror) Did you....?
Vertag: Relax. (pulls a candy wrapper out of his pocket. Tech rolls out of it, whimpering) What did you think I was going to do? Fry him? Mistakes happen.
Perez: Yeah, well-
(He leans down to put his face right over the Tech)
Vertag: But spread the word, buddy. Next time Janet suffers friendly fire? People are going to get bitten in half. (nods to the elevator) Go. (Tech scampers)
Perez: I'm not sure I can deliver people to you if you're going to eat them.
Vertag: As long as you can say, later, 'I thought he was joking,' you'll be alright.
Perez: Hmm. (shakes her head) You wanted to see me?
Vertag: Yeah. When we take the hostages, I want the strongest human units with the weakest of my minions, and vice versa.
Perez: Balance everything out. (nods) Makes sense.
Vertag: Right. I assume you've been building up dossiers on my men?
Perez: Yeah, we'll match my officers to your agents, no problem.
Vertag: Great.
Perez: Timing?
Vertag: Still not sure.
Perez: Not sure or won't say?
Vertag: Absolutely.
Perez: Absolutely what?
Vertag: Yep.
Perez: (smiles) Alright. Have it your way. Um. I guess I'll go find the real SOG. (she stands there, not moving. Vertag nods and sets up a jammer)
Vertag: Okay, see you later. (turns jammer on) What?
Perez: We may have an issue. A vulnerability.
Vertag: Tell me. I'll fix it.
Perez: Delicately?
Vertag: A delicate issue? (she nods) Then why isn't Janet asking?
Perez: It's an intel issue.
Vertag: A delicate intel issue. Then why are you asking me? Lessala's better at delicacy. Unless there's someone you want shot delicately.
Perez: Soft and gentle, please? With one of those flower scented bullets?
(Fade out)(Fade in at the Cancer Cures Samples locker. Aksarra looks around carefully, then opens the cabinet. She pulls out a tray of sample cases. These are all filled with tiny stones. She scans the tray carefully, then pulls a sample case out of her pocket. She holds it over another case. The stones are very similar. She pauses before making a switch.)
Vertag: Doc?
(She flinches, palming the case she brought with her)
Aksarra: Agent Vertag! I was just going to take the skirries cases to the humans.
Vertag: Yeah, leave that for now. I need to talk with you.
Aksarra: I can't. They said that these are very time critical. They emphasized that.
Vertag: I know. Lessala's on her way back here. My office.
(Shepockets the case and follows him. Cut to Vetag's office. Aksarra sits across from him at his desk)
Vertag: Doc, I'm going to have to let you go.
Aksarra: Go?
Vertag: There's some sort of political group back on Earth. They're getting really excited about the cancer cures in the Tank.
Aksarra: That's good, right?
Vertag: Yeah. The humans are walking around with huge smiles most of the time. All the treatment patients are practically flying across the buildings.
Aksarra: Then what's the problem?
Vertag: Your involvement has drawn attention. And the fact that you owned Cheryl as a pet angers this political faction.
Aksarra: That's crazy! I gave Cheryl back! I took care of her! She's my friend!
Vertag: I know, I know.
Aksarra: And you! You had a pet human, too. Are they asking SID to get rid of you?
Vertag: No.
Aksarra: Then why-?
Vertag: I don't claim to understand human politics. I've trusted you since we met and you saved all those Marines. I think everyone here trusts you. But the noisy ones on Earth...
Aksarra: The day we met? I was harboring... (Vertag stares at her) You know.
Vertag: I don't know anything.
Aksarra: You know or the humans know. So this is to... Um. (she wipes her face, stands) Okay, I guess I'll be leaving. Can I say goodbye to Cheryl?
Vertag: Actually, I was hoping to keep you on retainer for a while longer. In case of an emergency. I just... We can't have you on the skirries project.
Aksarra: Alright. (smiles, then smothers it) Thank you. I'll, uh... I'll be seeing you.
Vertag: Yeah, of course.
Aksarra: And...thank you, Agent Vertag. For everything.
Vertag: Thank you, doc. (he offers a handshake. She ducks around it to embrace him. He slowly closes his arms to hug her back, briefly.)
(she leaves, pausing on the sidewalk to glance back at the Exchange. She pats the pocket the fake sample case is in. Fade out)
(Fade in at the city park. Speaker and Aksarra are at the same bench again)
Speaker: What did you do?!
Aksarra: Nothing.
Speaker: You must have done SOMETHING!
Aksarra: Hold it down. I didn't do anything. I told you, Little People politics.
Speaker: You must have been caught.
Aksarra: If Vertag caught me stealing samples, he'd have shot me, not fired me.
Speaker: They must have seen you doing something.
Aksarra: Again, if they suspected me, it's SID. They'd have shot me.
Speaker: Unless... (he looks around in fear) Unless they let you go to see where you went. They may be following you. I have to leave.
Aksarra: G'bye.
Speaker: Never contact me again!
Aksarra: Yes, sir. (Speaker leaves. Aksarra takes a deep, cleansing breath, then rises and walks slowly in the other direction)
(Cut to the security tent. Cheryl watches a drone's picture of the meeting. Places her hand on the screen as Aksarra walks out of sight.)
Cheryl: And she's out clean.
Perez: I think so. He'll decide she's compromised. The rest of their organization will leave her at a distance.
Cheryl: Can I talk to her about it?
Perez: I'd rather you didn't.
Cheryl: (Turning to face the major) Did you plan this?
Perez: I...imagined things might play out this way.
Cheryl: Thank you, Major. I know you don't like the giants. But she is kinda special to me. (she turns and leaves. Brown walks up as Perez watches her go)
Brown: I imagined things might play out this way?
Perez: Shut up.
Brown: You had 'shot in a staged robbery' in the pool.
Perez: Well, I thought these guys were professionals! Who leaves a security risk out in the open like that!? (shakes her head) Honestly. I could take this planet with twenty cadets and a Groucho Marx disguise.
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