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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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(Charity stands in Janet's Dollhouse. It's the bedroom, showing a hammock that hangs from thumbtacks driven into the walls. Trunks and suitcases are piled neatly to one side. A few folders are neatly stacked on a folding table.)
Charity: These are the living quarters of the liaison assigned to this Exchange. The giants generously (she starts walking, the camera follows, we see that the other wall is missing) granted her an entire dollhouse to use as her dwelling while here. (Camera continues to spin around, showing the half of the room that is Janet's, back to Charity standing by the hammock) Right now, she's missing in action, somewhere in the giant city. Even if she's just down the block, that's more than a mile away from here, from home.   We can only imagine the hardships she's facing at this very moment.
(Slow fade from this room, showing a new room. Shallet's dollhouse happens to be the same design as Janet's, different color scheme. Janet and Styles are asleep in two big fuzzy blankets (terry washcloths), rolled up and snoring ever so slightly. A giant hand appears and sets half of a cinnamon roll between the two bundled women.)
Shallet: Breakfast!
(Styles rolls to a sitting position, trying to grab a pistol from a holster she's not wearing. Janet just sits up)
Janet: Good morning, Shallet.
Shallet: Good morning Stylenjanet.
Styles: Hmmph!
Shallet: (giggles) Style isn't a morning person is she?
Janet: Not unless she has to be.
Styles: (standing and stretching) Oh. Oh, that's the longest I've slept since we came to this planet.
Shallet: Okay, I have to go to school. And dance. And citizenry. When I get back, you'll tell me more about Princess Leia?
Janet: Uh, Shallet? We were going to start for home today.
Styles: (around a mouthful of roll) Yeah. We're all rested up and stuff.
Janet: We have to get back to our friends, you see…
Shallet: (unfazed) Sure. Okay, you guys be careful. Watch out for Mrs. Fezzekt. Her dog is mean. (grabs her tote bag) See you when you bring the reward! (leaves)
Styles: Glad you broke that to her easy.
Janet: Shut up, Styles.
Styles: She's really broken up about not having living dollies to play with any more.
Janet: Shut up, Styles.
Styles: Glad you stayed up so late, trying to figure a polite way-
Janet: Shut up, Petunia.
Styles: -to tell… I'll just start packing, shall I?
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(View of Vertag's father's boat. It cruises across a stretch of water in the pre-dawn darkness. A lantern is clamped to the front of the cabin, shines down on a basket that holds about twenty Marines in fatigues, a couple of civilians in camo and Perez. Perez is the only familiar face from Coastal City. The civilians aren't handling the ship's movements well. In front of them a dozen giant men dress out in dark suits of armor. Not quite knights' armor but early Iron Man stuff. Vertag hefts his stuff back closer to the basket. He talks while dressing)
Vertag: Now, where was? Oh. There's no season on snappers. Or anything else on Wild Place. Government figures anyone dumb enough to go there, deserves what get. Today, no human goes out of bunker. You watch, decide how you want go on. If do want go on. I recommend, buy fingerlings from Dad's catch.
Lieutenant: Yes, sir. We have already established a trade rate with the Directorate. They're willing to reimburse your father for his market rate.
Vertag: 'Kay. Now. Dress. If you do go outta bunker on morrow, snappers don't hunt by eyes. They smell you out. (leans over to point directly at the scientists in camo) If you dress that, won't stop the snappers, but will make it hard, me finding you.
Perez: Told you.
Lieutenant: Yeah. Gunny!
Gunny: Break 'em out! (every Marine pulls out orange safety vests and dons them. Scientists look around fearfully for a second before Gunny nods. Certain Marines pull out extras for them)
Jegretz: (walking stiffly in armor around corner of cabin) Pulling up! (Bends slowly over and gazes at humans. Takes him a moment to identify Perez) Hey, Major! Look forward seeing the catch?
Perez: Yeah, actually, I really am. Kind of exciting.
Jegretz: You're alright, Major. You get et today, we put that snapper in family pen. (gives her a thumbs-up and staggers forward. Vertag rolls his eyes)
Lieutenant: Well. That's a compliment?
Perez: For him.
(Boat pulls up to a launch sticking out of a large stone tower. Men jump over awkwardly in armor, start poking around and hammering on everything that might have a T-Rex hiding in or under it. Work their way up to the door of the tower. They open it and enter. They appear as if they're expecting to be met by rattlesnakes. As they disappear, Vertag and Jegretz climb onto pier and start tying the boat up. )
Dad: (coming into view, also armored) Okay! This be! This be! (everyone else climbs to the pier. Vertag comes back to the boat for the basket, carries it carefully to the tower.)
(Cut to the top of the tower. Vertag places the basket gently against the wall, humans crawl out onto the stone surface. There is a 2x4 (giant scale) clamped to one side for a rough rail. Humans line up along it. Sun just starts to peak over the horizon behind them.)
(Camera pans across a wilderness of gnarled trees and scrub. Lots and lots of hiding places.)
Vertag: This is their mating season.
Scientist1: You hunt in mating season? Aren't they more active then?
Scientist2: More alert?
Vetag: More stupid. Hundreds of the little beggars running around being very stupid. It's our only chance. We aim for the ones that hatched in the last five years or so. Leave the older ones.
Scientist3: What is their normal prey?
Vertag: Nothing you're going to see this week. Everything smart hides this time of year. 'Cept mayhap for us. (dons helmet) Y'all keep an eye out. (Bends to pick up a barrel of raw meat. Tosses it over the side, then descends stairs into tower) (Fade out)
(Fade in on chaos. The snapper hunt resembles a cross between the Keystone Cops and Jaws. The oldest, biggest T-Rexes are the size of medium dogs to the giants. The fingerlings are merely twice as tall as a human stands. Giant teams operate in pairs. One grabs up smaller beasts in a cage on the end of a metal bar. The most frequent means of catching them is to circle the edge of the mob fighting over the dumped raw meat and snatch them from behind. The other team member swings a mace and knocks the bigger animals away. There are constant screams of 'get 'im offa me!' and 'lookout!' and 'Ware!' Most of the men's armor resists the attacks, except for the absolute biggest snappers. They actually bend metal if they get a decent grip, which they keep for three or four beatings with the mace.)
(Cut to the wide-eyed stares of the humans frequently)
(Once caught in a cage, the young are dropped into a slightly larger cage at the tower door. Dad stays there, controlling the cage doors. He has two partners swinging maces. As the last cage is filled, he blows a whistle. Everyone legs it for the tower. Mace-men form a circle as the cagers get to safety. Then one mace-man at a time retreats. When there are four men left, someone dumps another bucket of meat over the tower wall. This distracts the monsters long enough for the last few to hide and bolt the door.)
(Cut to the top of the wall. A blooded and panting Vertag climbs up, still holding his mace.)
Vertag: So. Who wants hunt snapper on morrow?
(Cut to Vertag's office.   A minion places a cage on Lessala's desk and walks out. Two humans recoil from Lessala's smile)
Lessala: Oh, don't be like that! You're safe now. Practically home! I mean, once the paperwork is done. Names?
(Dr. Aksarra enters (vet from Episode 1-18))
Aksarra: Hey, Lessala! Is Agent Vertag in?
Lessala: Hello, Doc! No, he's out snapper hunting.
Aksarra: Not…anywhere near, surely?
Lessala: Oh, no. All the way up to the Island.
Aksarra: Oh. Well, that's okay then. Don't like to think of snappers in the vicinity of any of my patients.
Lessala: No argument there.
Aksarra: Okay. Well, I've come to turn in my Earthling. (pulls Cheryl out of her pocket and places the human on the desk. Cheryl looks over at the caged humans) There's hardly any work for her any more, so I figure she'll be happier with her own kind.
Lessala: That's nice! (to Cheryl) Welcome, Cheryl.
Cheryl: Thank you. Is Terry around?
Lessala: Oh. Doctor Roth? He is, but if you're transferring to human custody, you have to go in the Tank.
Aksarra: What? But she's been in the Tank. She's treated Earthlings in the Tank. She's been in and out of the Tank.
Cheryl: Aksarra, it's okay.
Aksarra: No, it's not! You've helped these people! We're practically-
Lessala: As long as you turn over ownership of Cheryl, she has to go in the Tank and be processed.
Aksarra: Well, normally but-
Lessala: Now, if you're still her owner, and you're contracted to serve our Earthlings, you can keep her here indefinitely.
Aksarra: But I, um… Hm?
Lessala: She'll have to be escorted into the Earthling Building, and we'd need an Earthling to sponsor her…
Roth: (exiting the small door by the security door) Doctor Aksarra! You're a day early. Did you bring Cheryl?
Cheryl: (stepping to the edge of the desk) No. I stayed home. (Lessala lifts the smiling Roth up to the smiling Cheryl)
Lessala: Now. How can we work this out? Who would possibly volunteer to sponsor her? (Fade out)(Fade in, Lessala still at the desk, humans gone except for the SOG. The door opens and a minion enters, proffers a sheet of paper)
Stogga: Got a weird call over at HQ.
Lessala: Weird?
Stogga: A Lander called. Says he has a few Earthers and heard about the bounty.
Lessala: Okay. When can he bring them in?
Stogga: Well, he doesn't want to enter the city.
Lessala: Of course.
Stogga: So, he'd like a deal where we used the bounty for trade. Buy shovels, tools, harnesses, bolts of cloth. We'd drive a truck of goods out there, bring the Earthlings back.
Lessala: That…could be done.
Stogga: You sound suspicious.
Lessala: Think about it for a second.
SOG: Excuse me? Landers?
Lessala: (leans closer to the Sergeant) They're an informal group. Hate cities. Think technology weakens our souls. Live off the land to the maximum extent. They'll trade now and then, but only for things they feel they could have made if they could be bothered. Usually live way out beyond the edges of civilized areas.
Stogga: It sounds like a good deal. He told me how many Earthlings they had, figured a general shopping list. I think we'll actually come out ahead.
SOG: Um…I hate to ask this. I suppose there's some basic bit of giant philosophy that's escaping me. But if they hate technology, how did he come by a telephone to make the deal?
Stogga: Oh, crap.
Lessala: He figured it out! And his brain's smaller than your thumb!
SOG: So, it's a trap?
Lessala: Yeah, but for what? (fade out)
(Fade in to the house of Vertag's parents. Most of the humans are up on the dinner table around a huge platter of fresh roasted snapper, dining with relish. The scientists have a small laptop that's displaying pictures of the captured snappers on the side of the paper towel dispenser. Dad is offering opinions on those.)
Dad: Say that one three years old. Good eating. This one two. Good prospect egg layer. Good as get, any of ways.
Scientist: Oh! We'll take that one, then.
Dad: Sure.
Mom: (shouts) What?! (Vertag stands beside her, looking uncomfortable.) (To Dad:) Hear that? He going back this night!
Dad: He been here all week. Good work collecting. Got duty home.
Mom: THIS is home.
Vertag: Mom, there people in Tank, can't go home fore I do. Waiting on me.
Mom: People? Or Earthlings? (Crosses arms and looks cross)
Vertag: Mom, not different to me! (looks her square in the eyes. Mom nods)
Mom: Good. Get goin' then.
Vertag: Dad? Buy some cages?
Dad: Take want. Make it pay for help this week.
Vertag: Thanks. (Picks Perez up from the table) Let's go clear the perimeter for the shuttle.
Perez: (in Islander accent) Could do. (Vertag raises one eyebrow)
Vertag: Make fun way some people talk?
Perez: (in normal Jamaican accent) Um…it's very catching. (touches her ear, talks as Vertag grabs a flashlight and starts walking to and around an empty field near the house.) Inflict, this is the Ranch, do you copy? We're clearing the landing zone.
Inflict (voice): Understood, Ranch. We're inbound.
Perez: And Inflict? The Ranch owner would prefer that you didn't fly over the house this time. Apparently the cat won't come out from under the furnace.
Inflict (voice): Understood. (pause) Ranch, the Captain sends his respects and apologizes for the big giant pussy.
Perez: I'll pass that on, Inflict. (to Vertag) The shuttle skipper says he's sorry about Dominance.
Vertag: She'll get over it. Tell them it's clear.
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(A dirt road crosses a bleak countryside. A few copses of trees are here and there. A large truck comes into view and pulls to a stop.)
(Inside the rig, Lessala is driving. Brown rides the Holster strapped to her blouse.)
Lessala: How long do they need?
Brown: Just a few minutes.
Lessala: Okay. Let me know when-
Brown: They're done.
Lessala: Yeah. (They sit there for a moment.)
Brown: Are you going to go on?
Lessala: When you say they're done.
Brown: They're done.
Lessala: That's right.
Brown: Lessala, they are done.
Lessala: Oh! Why didn't you say so? (starts truck moving forward again)
Brown: I did say so.
Lessala: I thought you were just finishing my sentence. (Drive for a bit, come to a rusted hulk of a car at the side of the road.) This is it.
Brown: Inflict has our position.
Lessala: 'Kay. (opens door, gets out. Shouts:) Hello?
(View shifts to someone looking at Lessala from a distance…through a rifle scope)
Voice1: Let her get clear.
Voice2: Clear enough, you mean.
Voice1: Yeah. Clear enough.
(Back closer to Lessala)
Lessala: (shouting) Is there anyone here? Hello?
Brown: Orbital surveillance says that there are four people in that copse of trees to the South. And two to the East.
Lessala: (softer) Any power sources?
Brown: Nothing to speak of.
Lessala: And the troops?
Brown: Vectoring in. But it'll take a while.
Lessala: 'Kay. Let's draw their attention. (Starts walking. Circles truck and wreck, spirals out farther and farther from the vehicle.)
Brown: Look out!
(A rocket shoots over from the trees to the East. A line of smoke points like a finger straight to the truck. Lessala throws herself to the ground in a small depression. Covers her head, with a hand wrapped around Brown in the Holster. The weapon hits the truck and blows it into tiny pieces. Flaming wreckage scatters. Gras browns but does not catch fire)
Lessala: (staying down) Are you okay?
Brown: Yeah, you?
Lessala: Fine.
Brown: Good. Now what?
Lessala: (pulls a paperback out of a pocket) We wait. (scrunches down into the depression)
(View through scope, panning across field. Wreck, burning wreck and burning debris show, no sign of Lessala)
Voice1: Where is she?
Voice2: Deoopit can't see her either.
Voice1: Has she called for help, yet?
Voice3: Nothing we've detected.
Voice2: Are we certain that we would?
Voice3: We may not be able to decode the transmission, but we're at least going to be able to tell if she transmits anything.
Voice4: Maybe that's her protocol. When everything's okay, she transmits, but when things go bad she stops?
Voice2: Just shut up.
Voice3: Maybe he-
Voice1: Shut up, all of you.   It's too late to second guess the plan. We'll stick to it.
(The sun moves across the sky. Fires burn down. General passage of time is indicated.)
(In the little depression, Lessala continues reading. Brown pokes at an ant hill with a blade of grass. Stands up suddenly, a hand to his ear)
Brown: Everyone's ready.
Lessala: (pockets the paperback) Okay. (picks up Brown and puts him in the Holster. Stands) Hello? (waves towards the trees where the rocket came from)
(Two armed giants step into view from behind the trees. One walks towards Lessala)
Lessala: Hey! I want to talk about surrender.
Voice1: Surrender? Don't you… Uh, don't you want to call someone for help?
Lessala: Oh, I have all the help I need. About that surrender?
Voice1: The Earthlings. Aren't they monitoring you?
Lessala: Oh, sure. But they don't want to land the shuttle until they're sure no one's trying to set a trap.
Voice1: Really?
Lessala: So, I let a few human tanks loose when I stopped on the road back there-
Voice2: Tanks?
Lessala: That's what they call their security trucks. They've got battle tanks and heavy tanks and napalm tanks and rocket tanks-
Voice1: Are you saying there are itty bitty Earthling tanks here?
Lessala: Yep. With at least one armor piercing round pointed at each one of your six butts.
Voice1: Well, I guess we'll have to risk the wounds they can inflict on us. Now (starts to raise his weapon towards Lessala) you're going to call the shuttle and tell the Earthlings-
(Voice2's head explodes. Voice1 spins to face him. His gun arm explodes, weapon spinning off into the air. Lessala drops to the ground, covering her head and the Holster. Camera watches her as the sounds of human weapons go off all over the place. Giants get a few shots off but they silence quickly. After a moment of silence, Brown speaks.)
Brown: The Captain says that the area is secured.
(Lessala rises. Bodies are scattered across the field. Tanks cross the grasses. One pulls up before Lessala, a man in the turret.)
Captain:   That was something, wasn't it! Size don't mean shit against superior weapons discipline!
Brown: They've been really wanting to go toe to toe against the giants.
Lessala: Yeah, you guys are so cute when you're trying to compete with real people. Any idea what they were going to do?
Captain: The East team says they found something that looks like a ray-gun in the woods. It's pointed at the sky.
Lessala: Well, let's make sure it's turned off and call the cavalry.
(The grassy field is dark except for the last few fires on the truck. Lessala stands against the trees. Lights appear in the sky and the Inflict comes in to hover over the ground. The loading ramp lowers. Vertag, crouched against the low ceiling in the cargo bay, duckwalks down the ramp)
Lessala: (smiling) Vertag! Boss, you're back! (runs to hug him)
Vertag: Yep. So, what have you got? (behind them, tanks flow up the ramp)
Lessala: A forward mass deflecting array with magnetic tracking.
Vertag: That would have made their day. Rigged?
Lessala: I've placed enough explosives on it to make a crater your car would fit in.
Vertag: Then set it, and let's get out of here.
Lessala: It's set. They can drop a missile on it once they're clear.
Vertag: Then after you. (Bows towards the ramp.)
Lessala: Oooh! I've never been in orbit. (crawls up and out of sight)
Vertag: Just don't sit too close to the cages with-
Lessala: It's eating my sleeve!
Vertag: With the snappers.
(Ramp retracts after they crawl into place. Inflict lifts and flies. A light detaches from the shuttle and arcs down to the trees. The copse erupts in a blossom of fire.)
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