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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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Vertag’s office. He works on his desk. Janet steps from elevator, nods to the SOG, walks to the edge of the fenced-in area.
Janet: Agent Vertag.
Vertag: Miss Crane?
Janet: Colonel Adam’s scouts have identified a shooting gallery.
Vertag: (Looks at the compound map) Yeah, the building on the end.
Janet: He would like permission to use it.
Vertag: Granted. I’d prefer that he only use it during daylight. Odd explosions at night might bother the neighbors.
Janet: (looks at him oddly. Cut to bird’s eye view. There are a couple of buildings across the street side on two sides of the compound, empty fields on the other two.) Okay. I… I’ll inform him.
Vertag:   Good. (looks up to face her) Was there anything else?
Janet: They, uh. He did ask if there was anything they might use as a target.
Vertag: Ah. Probably something giant sized? (she nods, he thinks) I can think of…something. It’ll take a while. In the meantime (he reaches into a drawer)
(In the end building, shooting lanes are laid. Wooden panels at one end are pocked with zillions of bullet holes. Vertag is on a stepladder, hanging something from the rafters by a wire. He steps down and we see that it’s a fedora.)
Adams: (standing in front of a heavy weapons platoon.) A hat?
Vertag: My boss’ hat. Senior Agent Dordell appears to have left it behind on one of his visits.
Adams: This is the guy with more stupid in his head sober than my entire First Platoon does after a 96-er in TJ?
Vertag: I don’t know how much stupid you can pack into those human heads, or how much they have in TJ, but I’m guessing yes. (walks carefully to the door, turns around) Oh, and when that’s gone? He also left accidentally left one of his ties. (Camera stays on him, which becomes lit up by offscreen explosions. He smiles)
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(Roll titles)
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(Vertag sits on the porch of a house. It appears empty (no curtains, no furniture visible, lawn unkempt). Vertag glances at his watch.)
(Under the house, Janet shines a flashlight around the crawlspace. Her gun is drawn, but held down along her leg)
Janet: Hello? Anyone here? Anyone that isn’t a rat that’s going to jump out and eat me? (Wanders a bit over the uneven ground) Hello? I just want to talk. I’m from Earth. We’re here to rescue anyone we can. (glances towards the front of the house) Ignore the giant. He’s not going to try to catch you. (Alters her voice to booming) Pay No Attention To The Giant Man In…(quiet tone) I have been here for too long. (turns around) Okay. Next abandoned house.
(Darrin stands perfectly still behind her. A skinny man wearing ragged shorts and little else. She doesn’t see him until the flashlight beam crosses him just before she steps into him.)
Janet: Eeek!
Darrin: What do you want?
Janet: Um.. uh, to help?
Darrin: Are you with the giant?
Janet: Yes. But it’s okay.
Darrin: The giants are never okay.
Janet: (Thoughtful) You may be right. But really, we’re buying humans back from the giants. They get the technology they’d otherwise have to torture out of us.
Darrin: Yes. A magically perfect story, humans have made it here, found a way to give everyone a happy ending, and we should just file out into the cage for the ride to the spaceship.
Janet: Pretty much. What, not enough drama? Maybe we could come back with a dirty cage? A few feral cats?
Darrin: (laughs) Yeah, that might be more in line with life here.
Janet: Okay. Well, there’s a spaceship showing up about every week. If you can ever get to the far side of town…
Darrin: Lady, I can hardly make it to the convenience store on a regular basis. There are dogs in this neighborhood.
Janet: Okay. (she pulls a cell phone out of her pocket) You know how to use one of these?
Darrin: Yeah. I haven’t been here that long.
Janet: Well, there are three numbers in speed dial. One’s me. One’s the flagship in orbit. One’s the crew’s lounge on the personnel carrier. (hands it to him)
Darrin: What?
Janet: We can’t connect you directly to Earth, but if you can provide contact information, we can get a Z-mail to them. The lounge has all the humans we’ve collected, you can talk to them.
Darrin: This… this could still…
Janet: An elaborate ruse. Sure. Could be. But it’s up to you to decide if you want to risk it. (she shrugs and steps around him. He holds the phone and watches her go.)
(Out front, she climbs through the lattice. Vertag lowers her Holster, she drops down into it. They never touch. He replaces the Holster on the sling and starts to walk down the sidewalk.)
Vertag: Any takers?
Janet: Not yet.
Vertag: Mmm. (As they approach Vertag’s car, a small boy walks up the sidewalk to them, holding a box.)
Boy: Are you the people that take care of Earthlings? Billter says you are.
Vertag: Yep. See? (gestures to his holster. Janet waves)
Janet: Hi. What’s in the box?
Boy: Thumper.
Vertag: Who’s Thumper? (The boy opens the box. Inside is a human, male, dressed in dirty rags. He has a huge purple bruise on one thigh and that foot rests at an ugly angle. He’s passed out, streaks of sweat running through the dirt on his face and chest.
Janet: Oh, dear.
Vertag: You’d better give him to us, kid. We can take care of him. (reaches for the box)
Boy: Billter says that if I do, you have to give me money.
Vertag: I don’t have the money with me. (pulls a business card from his pocket, holds it out) But if you get your parents to bring you to the SID compound on 5^th Day, I’ll give you the money. Okay?   Make sure they bring you, so I’ll recognize you.
Boy: Okay. G’bye, Thumper. (Vertag takes the box and carefully but swiftly goes to his car. Places the box gently on the seat, then holds out his hand under the Holster. Janet jumps to his palm, he lowers her to the bottom of the box, runs around to the driver’s seat. Starts the car and moves it smoothly down the road. Janet cradles the man’s head in her lap.
Vertag: (focused on driving) How’s your first aid?
Janet: I can get as far as step 2.
Vertag: What’s step 2?
Janet: Call a doctor.
Vertag:   Ah. What’s step one?
Janet: Find your freaking phone!
Vertag: Okay. (Goes silent for a while)
Janet: (a little desperate) Look, this guy can’t wait for 1^st Day. He needs medical attention.
Vertag: Yep.
Janet: HUMAN medical attention.
Vertag: I would agree.
Janet: He…look, you can let a medical team into the Tank, can’t you? They’ll only take what they need. You can even keep them isolated from the other humans.
Vertag: No. No, that won’t work. There can’t be anyone from your side in the Tank. We’ll have to scrap it. Security reasons.
Janet: Then before. Before you put him in the Tank! They could work in your office.
Vertag: Janet, that breaks a long way gone. Can’t fix it in one go, then dump him into the Tank to recuperate. He’s going to need a lot of care.
Janet: Care that your people can’t provide. Even your veterinarians!
Vertag: I know.
Janet: So, what are you going to do?
Vertag: You can call the Fleet. I want to talk to your Admiral.
Janet: Why?
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Spacefleet control room. A rumpled man in half-uniform (and half pajamas) staggers in. The Commander is about to say something (‘attention on deck,’ to be exact) when the Captain shakes his head. She shuts up. The Admiral steps to the control station.
Admiral: What is the emergency, Captain?
Captain: The agent in Coastal City wants to talk to you, sir.
Admiral: Coastal…that’s Crane? What does she want?
Commander: No, sir. Not her. Her giant, the SID agent. He wants to talk to you.
Admiral: What?
Captain: There’s something of an emergency, sir. A wounded human is in this man’s possession.
Admiral: Did he hurt him?
Captain: No, sir. They found him that way.
Admiral: Then what does he want?
Captain: He hasn’t said.
Admiral: (Shrugs) Put him on, then.
Commander (gestures to a tech): Go on.
(Down in car, Janet stands on his shoulder, holding his hair, phone held to his ear) Vertag: Hello? I need to talk to a policy maker in the human Fleet.
Admiral: That would be me, Agent…(Commander whispers in his ear) Vertigo.
Vertag: (laughs) Some days… Anyway, sir, I have a very hurt individual here. I want to give him straight to the Marines so they can help him.
(Reaction shot of Janet showing surprise, then the Captain and Commander with the same expression)
Admiral: That sounds good to me, Agent Vertigo.
Vertag: I just want to make absolutely sure you’ll honor the transfer. That my government still gets the credit for him.
Admiral: Are you withholding medical attention until you get what you want? We have words for people that do that?
Vertag: So do we, sir. We call them Senior Agents. Admiral, I’m still driving to the compound. I’m trying NOT to withhold medical attention. (due to lack of attention, he misses a stoplight. A car nearly hits him in the intersection. He steers sharply to the left. Janet flies off his shoulder, the marine’s box slides. Vertag grabs the box, keeps it in place, pulls to the side of the road. Then he looks for Janet.)
Janet: (Hanging from a small tear in the upholstery) Over here.
Vertag: (puts out his hand, she drops down) Sorry. I… I grabbed him, first. Figured he couldn’t protect himself as well as…
Janet: That’s fine. It’s what I would have done. Box? (he lowers her, puts the car in gear)
Vertag: I lost the Admiral’s answer. Can you find out what he said?
(In the control room, Admiral is shouting directly at the technicians while the other officers try to give careful direction)
Admiral: Find them! Are they okay? What happened? How’s the wounded human!? Get them back on line!
Captain: Scan for the agent beacons.
Commander: Hit redial. Star sixty nine.
Tech1: No, ma’am. Not on this system. We push the button marked ‘redial.’
Janet (voice): Hello, Admiral?
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(In the car, Janet puts the phone down, calls up to Vertag)
Janet: The Admiral sends his respects, and would appreciate it if you delivered this human to human doctors with due haste. He has considered your request and says-
(Control room)
Admiral: Yes! God, yes! Of course! Just goddamned do it! Whatever it takes to save that human!
(Car)
Janet: That he could be persuaded, just this once, to defend your actions to his superiors back home.
Vertag: Okay. Okay, call your Colonel. Have the medics ready. Oh, and could we keep it a secret that I made this call?
(View of car getting smaller as it races down the road)
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(A human pair, man and woman, run down a dirt path in the forest. He’s in a worn tuxedo, she has the remains of a wedding dress. A giant dog barks behind them. They run flat out. Just as the dog is upon them, it whimpers and flies to the side. They tumble to the ground. Looking up, they see a giant hobo. He has a wooden walking stick pointed at the dog, keeping it at bay.)
Hobo: Quick, little friends. Into the box. I’ll keep you safe from this beast. (They rush into a tin box by his feet. He slams the lid shut, then lowers the stick.) Good boy, good boy. (slips a treat to the hound)
(He carries the box through the trees. Small calls sound from the box, slaps against the sides. He ignores them. The dog happily follows alongside. As the trees clear, we see the back of a liquor store.)
(Inside, the man behind the counter opens the tin box. He looks in, nods, smiles and hands a bottle to the hobo. Hobo smiles back, goes outside)
Vertag: (stepping out of an aisle) And he does that every week?
Clerk: Every time he needs a bottle. (slides the box towards the Agent) Never hurts them in the slightest, though.
Vertag: (looks in box. Janet leans out and waves down) Well, it seems to work. (slides a piece of paper over to the clerk) This should keep him in booze for a while.
Clerk: Yeah. And a place to sleep on cold nights.   I’ll take care of him.
Vertag: I’m sure you will (lifts box). Well, who’s a happy couple, then?
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(The Reception room. Dordell sits on the edge of Lessala’s desk. Lessala cringes under his attention)
Lessala: No, I don’t have a boyfriend.
Dordell: Then I don’t see what the problem is.
Lessala: Maybe I don’t like boys.
Dordell: Of course not…
(View of the inside of a Marine tent. Two tech sergeants monitor some electronics. We hear the rest of Dordell’s comment.)
Dordell (Voice): …what you need is a real man.
Lessala (Voice): Oh, gag.
Tech1: Permission to call out the Reaction force to blow the man’s balls to smoking ruins?
Perez: (at a desk in the corner, making notes on a report, doesn’t look up to reply) Denied. Again. We know for a fact that Lessala can hold her own.
Tech2: (to microphone) Sergeant of the Guard, that’s a negative on lethal force.
(On Vertag’s Desk, the SOG holds her hands to form a pistol, pantomimes firing off a couple of rounds at Dordell’s head)
SOG: Pity…
(Door opens. Vertag is carrying the tin box as he enters. Dordell slides up off the desk.)
Dordell: We need to talk.
Vertag: I need to finish this job (hoists the box).
Dordell: Leave that with the skirt. (Nods towards the security door).
Vertag: (Lowers the box to the desk.) If you don’t mind, Lessala?
Lessala: Mind what? Being referred to by my clothing?
Janet: (as Vertag lowers her to the desk) Beats being called by your hair.
Dordell: Come on! (Vertag opens the security door, they pass inside)
(Cut to a hallway on the secure side of the Giant Building. Dordell pauses outside the door to the cage room.)
Dordell: Is this room secure?
(view of the Marine tent. Tech2 adjusts the gain as Vertag answers)
Vertag (voice): As far as I know.
(Back to the hallway)
Dordell: Okay, I got a phone call this morning.
Vertag: And was there someone to show you how to operate the telephone?
Dordell: Listen, idiot! The call was from the Chairman! Of the Directorate!
Vertag: Wow.
Dordell: Dammit! This is serious!
Vertag: Alright. I’ll be good.
Dordell: The Earthlings called the Directorate. They wanted to thank us. For the Earthling with the broken leg.
Vertag: They’re welcome.
Dordell: Yes, they are. They were so grateful, that you violated all the treaties, to save that little man, they gave us a bonus on the technology exchange. Three Earthling’s worth.
Vertag: So, that worked out well.
Dordell: Yes. This time. You were lucky. But you do not have the authority-
Vertag: Dordell, you should have seen him. Leg twisted around, bloody scratches all over him, pale, sweaty, shivering… His ribs stuck out (gestures with his fingers pinched together). Oh, visibly, anyway.
Dordell: (sneers) And your heart went out to him.
Vertag: No, I thought he was going to die.
Dordell: Sympathy. (looks like he wants to spit)
Vertag: I thought he was going to die in OUR custody. (Dordell looks up) I didn’t think the Earthlings would take that too terribly well.
Dordell: No…
Vertag: I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance that they might save him. That would make them happy. If they didn’t save him, they’d be mad at us, but they had their chance.
(View of Lessala leaning down over her desk. Janet holds her phone up by the giant woman’s ear)
Vertag (voice): But if he died in the Tank, they’d always claim that they could have saved him, if we’d just given them access.
(Hallway)
Dordell: So you’re saying…
Vertag: That the only way for us to benefit in that situation was to break the laws.
Dordell: Okay. Okay. (Nods a lot) Okay, I’ll send the word up the chain. I think they’ll appreciate your dilemma. And your solution.
Vertag: Didn’t really have time to call anyone.
Dordell: Right. Right. I’ll take care of that.
Vertag: ‘Kay. (Dordell brushes by and out the door. As he passes, Kay bumps against him. When he’s gone, Vertag opens his hand, showing that he’s holding a monogrammed handkerchief. He smiles slightly.)
(Reception)
Dordell: Hey, toots, see you 1^st Day.
Lessala: Be still my heart. (he leaves)
Vertag: (enters, slips into his office, puts the handkerchief down by the SOG) Have this sent to the shooting range. My compliments to anyone that idiot’s pissed off today.
SOG: Yes, sir. (Starts dragging it to the elevator)
Vertag: (moves to desk, reaches for the box) Well, that’s done with. Now to get you two to a shower.
Janet: You miserable, manipulative bastard.
Vertag: Well… They don’t have to shower. I just thought, I mean, that’s about the first thing they usually do.
Lessala: (to thin air) And they were just starting to patch things up. (To the other two) You two work so well together in a crisis, but can’t keep the drama…
Vertag: Lessala, you’re fired.
Lessala: Okay. (grabs purse) See you tomorrow, boss. Other boss.
Janet: Good night. (Lessala leaves) I just… It’s just, when I think you’re almost a decent person…
Groom: Did someone mention a shower?
Vertag: Let me get these two settled. Want to come?
Janet: No. Just go! (hand to her forehead, eyes closed)
Vertag: (shrugs and leaves) Yes. Shower, food, clean sheets, clean clothes (Door shuts behind him) (fade)
(In the Earthling Building, Janet walks down a row of tents, talking to Captain Brown. Perez steps into view.)
Perez: Janet! The broken leg? His fever broke. Doc says he’s turned the corner.
Janet: Oh, that’s great.
Perez: Thought you’d want to know.
Janet: Yes, thank you. (Starts to go with the Captain, pauses) Major…?
Perez: Yes?
Janet: Would you… Could you tell Vertag? (gestures towards Brown) I have to go over some things, and I know he’d want to know as well.
Perez: Oh. Um. Yeah, I’ll send him a message.
Janet: A message?
Brown: Well, for good news, he’d want to hear it from someone, right?
Perez: I suppose. Alright.
(Vertag at his desk, reading the newspaper. Perez steps out of the elevator, walks past the SOG)
Perez: Hey! Giant!
Vertag: Hmm? Oh. Major. What can I do for you?
Perez: That man you brought in? Without the paperwork? He’s getting better.
Vertag: Really! That’s great. Good to know. Thanks for telling me.
Perez: No problem. (they look at each other for a second) So, uh, thought you’d want to know.
Vertag: I did. I really did. Thanks.
Perez: (Turns to go. Pauses. Turns back) He’s a Marine.
Vertag: What? One of your people? I thought we discussed that.
Perez: No, not from the 63^rd. I mean, he was a Marine before going through the wormhole.
Vertag: You’ve identified him?
Perez: No, he’s still sedated. (gestures towards her bicep) He has a tattoo. A jarhead tattoo.
Vertag: Oh. (thoughtful look) So, when he does wake up, he’ll be among family. Of a sorts.
Perez: (A surprised smile) Yeah. Sort of.
Vertag: That’s good.
Perez: Yes, it is.
(She turns to go again. He returns to the paper. Perez calls over her shoulder)
Perez: I still don’t like giants.
Vertag: Well, that’s too bad. I like human.
Perez: Humans?
Vertag: Human. Well done. Deep fried until they’re a dark brown. (looks over at the Jamaican) That’s why I find you so appetizing. I mean, attractive.
Perez: Brave talk for a man surrounded by Marines.
Vertag: Bring it on. Just be sure to bring some friends and medics.
Perez: Hey! If it weren’t for the problems in hiding the body, I’d take you out myself.
Vertag: You say that.
Perez: Listen, jackass! I could go to the arsenal and grab the-
SOG: MAJOR! (Perez is shocked. Covers her mouth.)
Vertag: Something you weren’t supposed to mention? Nothing that violates the agreements, does it?
Perez: (tiny voice) No..
Vertag: Okay. So. Thanks again for letting me know about the Marine.
Perez: Yes. I think…next time I’ll send a memo?
Vertag: At least this close to dinner time, you probably should. (he sits back, she turns, mumbling something as she returns to the elevator. She returns the Sergeant’s salute, mutters a thank you, enters the elevator) You could probably secure, Sarge. (SOG salutes, joins Perez. Elevator shuts)
Lessala(Voice through the door): They are going to shoot you, some day.
Vertag: I almost got Intel out of their Intel officer. It may be worth a small interstellar conflict.
(Fade)
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