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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 3	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Open outside the Exchange. It's immediately after the end of 3-08. A van pulls up in front, minions run out. They unlock the front door and hurry inside.)
(Cut to the gate in back. Human sentries on the wall watch as minions run up to open the gate, allowing the other van and Vertag's car to enter, then close it.)
(The van pulls up in front of the Earthling Building. Minions put the ramp from the cargo area to the ground. Marines drive/march down the ramp and through the 'doggie door' into the EB. Lessala carries the rescued human transfer cages to the front door and opens the cages. Roth and Medics gather them and escort them inside the EB.)
(While that's going on, Vertag gathers his minions in the center of the staging area.)
Vertag: Okay. Eleven successful raids-
Stogga: Ten, sir.
Vertag: Ah, yes. Okay. Ten raids, no good guys hurt, no humans lost, and as far as we know, no bad guys escaped. Dordell (cut to a view of Vertag from some distance away, as seen through the sights of a rifle's scope)
Millious (voice): Vertag....(Vertag mouths something in the sights, waving his hands at the minions)
(Cut back to the compound)
Vertag: ...the rest of the day off. Go out, celebrate, get the adrenaline out of your systems, and be back on One Day, ready to go.
(Minions express thanks and appreciation, start to move towards the exit through the front office. Vertag raises his hand)
Vertag: Oh. And because I'm so pleased with the work today, I'm going to give everyone a head start, if they want it. (Minions stare at him) Dordell's going to be interrogating the people we caught today. The humans will start interviewing the hostages we rescued. If that's going to be a problem for any of you, I suggest you use the day off to start running.
(Minions all murmur negatives)
Vertag: Yeah, yeah, the insidious rebels have eyes and ears everywhere except my command. But you should also know, one of the people that got swept up today is the Chief.
(Cut to a close up of one of the minions. He looks shocked, then covers it and looks merely curious)
Vertag: Okay, that's it. Get out. Last man out locks the door. (turns to the EB)
(Cut to the rifle sight. It follows his back to the door until he disappears)
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(Opens inside the medical tent. Rather distressed people sit on the many bunks. Each has an officer or one of the civilians sitting by the cot, asking questions. Center on Janet next to a young woman who's sniffling)
Woman1: ...and, he'd pick you up. And put your head in his mouth. And rest his teeth against your neck.
Janet: That must have been horrible.
Woman1: It was. You never knew if he... When he might... He kept saying he was going to... (sobs)
Janet: (moves from chair to the cot to hug the woman) It's okay. It's okay. He's dead.
Woman1: Yeah. I saw. Could you... Is there any way to give that giant a medal?
Janet: I... Tettskin?
Woman1: He saved us. He saved all of us.
Janet: I'll... We don't usually give medals to the giants. They'd lose them in their pocket lint.
Woman1: (Sniffs) Well, can we say thank you? I mean, an official one?
Janet: That we can do.
(A few cots down, Brown talks to a pale man)
Peterson: And were there any humans that didn't get rescued today? That you know of?
Man1: Everyone I know on this planet was in those cages.
Peterson: Alright. Now, did you ever hear the giants discussing their plans?
Man1: No. No, they just opened the cage every so often, counted us, then locked us away in the dark again. I'm... I'm sorry, I can't be more help.
Peterson: No, no, no! You're fine. You haven't let us down or anything. The goal was to rescue you, we did that.
Man1: And we appreciate that, let me tell you.
Peterson: I can imagine.
(A few cots down, a young boy sits on a cot. Styles sits next to him, holding his head on her shoulder.)
Kyle: So it's really over?
Styles: Yes. You'll be back on Earth in about a month.
Kyle: So it's only nearly really over.
Styles: You're in human custody. I want you to know we have never, ever lost a human after they were delivered to us. No Marine or Army unit on the planet has failed to protect a human rescue.
Kyle: My Dad is Air Force.
Styles: Oh. Well, they lost a few, early in the Exchange.
Kyle: They did!?! Oh, my god...
Styles: Oh, it's okay. They just addressed them wrong when they mailed them back to Earth. Fly boys, huh? They used the zip code for Venus instead of LA. They sorted it out, but it took a while.
Kyle: You... That didn't happen.
Styles: Nope. No one's lost a rescue. Ever. (she hugs him. They sit silently for a while)
Kyle: (very softly) I don't like this planet.
Styles: You don't have to whisper. It's not a secret. I don't like this planet, either.
Kyle: I really don't like it here. (tears up)
Styles: Well, before you go...(she glances back and forth for a moment) I know where the find a flamethrower. Would you like to burn some giant spiders before you go home? It's great therapy.
Kyle: I... (small smile) Could we? Is that allowed?
Styles: I have standing permission to flame the spiders in the compound whenever I want. I'll let you tag along next time.
Kyle: I... I think I'd like that.
(Drury walks up with a young woman.)
Drury: Lieutenant Styles?
Styles: Sir?
Drury: Charlene doesn't believe me when I say that you ate a cake in the shower.
Styles: Well, what idiot told her that? Man, that's stupid! A cake in the shower? (turns to the boy) Kyle? Would you eat a cake in a shower?
Kyle: No...
Styles: (turns to Drury) I ate a porterhouse steak in the shower. The cake was in the bath.
Drury: (small smile) Ah. That was it.
Charlene: Really?
Styles: Damn skippy. I had a lot of things to do when we got back to civilization. Not enough time to do them all unless I doubled up. (Charlene sits on the end of Kyle's bed) Let's see. Steak and shower. Cake and bath. I slept in a real bed while wearing clean clothes. (tugs on Kyle's fresh coveralls) Like you're doing.
Kyle: (giggles) Yeah. (Charlene smiles, Drury steps away from the bed)
Styles: I did four loads of laundry just because I could. And I ate some fajitas while I did. I found some people I outranked and ordered them to leave me alone, which they did.
Kyle: Why did you do that?
Styles: I'd been out there. Where any giant kid could pick me up and play with me and not have to put me down unless they wanted to. So I threw my weight around for a while.
Charlene: What were you eating when you did that?
Styles: Nothing. (Kyle sits up and stares at her. Charlene leans forward) Pizza.
Kyle: What kind of pizza?
Styles: (softly) Calamari, feta cheese, jalapeno and lemongrass.
Kyle: Wow.
(Adams walks past the bunk, the camera follows him. He pauses at the foot of a bed where Cheryl is interviewing a rescued man)
Cheryl: And were there any humans that didn't get rescued today? That you know of? (the man is almost catatonic. She glances up at the colonel then pats the patient's hand) That's okay. You're safe now. Just remember that. Okay? Can I get you anything?
Patient: (softly) Calamari, feta cheese, jalapeno and lemongrass.
Cheryl: Oooookay, I think you're a little impressionable right now. (waves to someone offscreen. Roth rushes over) Terry, here, will give you something to help you relax. Maybe you'd just like a little sandwich?
(Adams turns and walks away, camera drafts behind him. There's a snatch of officers asking about humans that didn't get rescued today, about any overheard plans and inviting the patients to relax.)
(He steps out of the tent and climbs into a waiting Hummer. Fade out as the engine starts)
(Fade in as the Hummer stops in front of another tent. Adams walks in to find two MPs standing by the Chief. Chief is wrapped from shoulders to ankles in thick tape)
Adams: Progress?
MP1: Didn't know the giants had duct tape, sir.
MP2: We've tried shears, bolt cutters, knives, scissors, hammer and chisel....
MP1: We're just about ready to move to power tools.
Adams: Do it.
MP1: Sir?
MP2: He was kinda joking, sir.
Adams: We haven't got time for this. I wanna know what he knows and I wanna know it now!
MP1: (turns to Chief) You heard the man. (to MP2) Start with the chainsaw?
MP2: (runs a finger against the tape) Or the acetylene torch....
Chief: You don't have to-
Adams: Save it. All collaborators get interviewed by my Intel officer. No one else.
Chief: (affronted) I'm not a collaborator! I- (stops speaking as MP2 lights a cutting torch.)
MP2: I hate the smell of burning tape.
MP1: Well, if you smell burning pork, you've gone too far.
(Fade out as the flame approaches a length of tape.)
(Fade in to a corner of the inside of the Earthling Building. Vertag sits on the floor, leaning on the wall. He holds a handheld device. It shows a picture of an aerial view of the roof Millious lays upon.)
Vertag: That's a big rifle for such a little girl.
Brown: (standing beside Vertag's hip, holding his own handheld) I think Lessala could handle that weapon.
Vertag: Good point. What's she doing?
Brown: She points the gun at you, mutters, then watches you until you're out of sight.
Vertag: And you waited until now to mention it?
Brown: I brought her to your attention as soon as the surveillance team brought it to mine.
Vertag: Okay. Did anyone ask Lessala if she knew who this was?
Brown: Yeah, she says that she's the Chief's secretary.
Vertag: Ah. So she's either out to avenge the little manipulator, or get him released.
Brown: Or both. She may be waiting to kill you after you release-
(Closeup of the handheld. Millious rolls onto her back, lifts the gun and fires. Right at the aerial drone. The screen darkens.)
Brown: Dammit! (opens his phone.) Task the number three drone for the roof of-
Vertag: Never mind, she's gone.
Brown: (to phone) Hold. (to Vertag) What?
Vertag: She wanted me to know she was there. Saw the drone, knew you'd tell me. Mission accomplished.
Brown: So now what?
Vertag: I quake in fear until she delivers her demands, anxiety growing until I get the opportunity to get her off my back, whereupon I can pounce on the chance. (He pockets the handheld)
Brown: So....her presence was the message?
Vertag: That and the surveillance drone.
Brown: Um...now you know that she knows we have them?
Vertag: A human drone with one round? Now I know she is a very good shot.
(Closeup on Brown's face as he reacts with surprise and surmise. Fade out on his raised eyebrows).
(Fade in to the inside of a tent. There's a Marine guard standing in front of a metal door set into some sort of metal container. He unlocks it and gestures inside.)
(Camera turns to show the Chief. He's more than a little disheveled. Hair mussed, shirt torn, patches of skin showing, some bits a bright red. Smoke rises from the back of his shirt and he looks like he was ridden hard and put away wet. He is cuffed at wrist and ankle. He shuffles resignedly forward and into the container/cage.)
(Cut to inside the cage. The light from the door is the only illumination. There's a space on a bench between two figures. We see that they're wearing the coveralls rescuees wear in the Tank. Their legs and laps are about all we can see of them.)
(The Chief sits between them and the door closes. A sliver of light from the top of the door crosses his face, right where his mouth is.)
Chief: Wonderful day, huh? (Two voices grunt, sort of affirmative) Any idea what they're going to do with us?
Perez: You have pronoun issues.
Chief: What?
Lessala: It's not what they're going to do with us.
Perez: It's what we're going to do with you.
(The lights come on. He's sitting between Perez and a shrunken Lessala. He looks in Perez' direction first, frowning at the sight of her. He looks to Lessala and frowns, but in confusion. She smiles. He opens his mouth, then does a double-take. Then he turns to Perez)
Chief: You can't let her have me!
Perez: It's not up to me.
Lessala: Not yet.
Chief: What? (looks back and forth)
Perez: She's the one that caught you.
Lessala: Well, Vertag was crucial in the capture.
Perez: True. Okay, the giants caught you.
Lessala: When I was a giant.
Perez: You're always a giant.
Lessala: Except when I fit inside human clothes. (she tugs at her collar)
Perez: ANYway, she has not officially transferred custody of you to the human Exchange.
Lessala: You belong to me, buddy.
Chief: No, no, no, no...
Perez: Giving us a perfect opportunity to observe traditional Second Nation information gathering techniques close at hand.
Lessala: (stands and moves to a table covered with interesting implements) Well, traditional in the sense that I've grown accustomed to them. (lifts up a dental pick) This is just like my-
Chief: (begs Perez) You can't do this! I'm human! I'm an Earthling! You're here to rescue me!
Perez: We were.
Lessala: The amnesty period has passed. (she looks along the row of pointy things with a small smile)
(The chief leans forward to run himself head-first into the wall. As he steps up, though, Perez trips him to the floor)
Perez: No suicides or concussions. (she drags him towards a dentist chair and heaves him up into it) This should be enlightening.
Lessala: In more ways than one. Did you know he ordered me to seduce one of your officers?
Chief: Oooooooh.....
Perez: Which one?
Lessala: We hadn't decided before Janet disappeared and they aimed me at Vertag. Ooooh! This looks cool!
Perez: (stares at the Chief for a moment) How?
Lessala: Well, the cutting edge is straight but the handle is curvy.
Perez: No, the seduction. How would you ever...? You couldn't even...?
Lessala: (turns to face Perez) Major, you're the one that's kept the guys from looking up my skirt for the last two First of the First day celebrations. Guys are guys. Show them your no-no place and they'll do anything you ask.
Perez: I suppose... (shakes her head) Okay, so the first question?
Lessala: I was going to cover Millious' whereabouts, first. Hideouts, resources, contacts.
Chief: I'll tell you anything.
Lessala: Oh, we know that. (she steps forward. Fade as the light glints off of something steely)
(Fade in to a mess tent. The rescues are eating happily as many cooks make sure their drinks are filled and their plates are heaped. Styles sits between Kyle and Charlene)
Styles: Oh! Ketchup! I spent two days with the taste of ketchup on my mind.
Kyle: I like mustard more.
Styles: Done! Sarge! Need some mustard down here!
Sarge (offscreen): Coming your way!
Charlene: This is like that edible room in Willy Wonka....
Styles: Ooooh! When's the last time you had fudge?
(Camera pans across the feasters. At the end of the mess tent, the escorts sit and watch, bemused. Drury sits down across from Janet)
Janet: Styles is crazy, but I think she's the right kind of crazy.
Drury: You didn't miss food while you were out there? Human food?
Janet: Of course. But I missed...people more. And getting things done. (gestures to include the entire Marine contingent, the Exchange) You know, getting people home.
Drury: I think I understand that, now.
Janet: (turns to look straight at him) What's that?
Drury: I, uh. I get it. I really do.
Janet: What do you mean?
Drury: I... When I asked to be posted here, I saw it as a high visibility post, rare with a short shelf life. A good punch on my ticket.
Janet: To help you get promoted in State.
Drury: Exactly.
Janet: Which is why you said those things about me?
Drury: Yes. (hangs head) Yes, and I'm ashamed. I've apologized-
Janet: Oh, you don't have to.
Drury: Please, Miss Crane? I've apologized to Adams. I'm going to apologize to Perez. And every officer and every SOG I can track down. And Miss Lessala, Agent Vertag. For what I said to them, and what I said about you. I... (he waves towards the feast) I did Charlene's interview.
Janet: And?
Drury: I called you a crusader. I didn't mean that as a compliment. But this... This whole effort? We're fighting evil. This is a planet of monsters.
Janet: It can be.
Drury: Well, for them, it was. And I was part of the group...
Janet: You wanted slower? Less confrontational?
Drury: Less expensive. I...we were wrong. I'm sorry that I misjudged you. Your delegation. Your goals. I, uh, I'm sorry.
Janet: I saw you introduce Charlene to Styles, Mister Drury. You're not only forgiven... I think you've been assimilated.
Drury: (laughs) I think so. (fade out as she offers a handshake and he takes it)
(Fade in back in the medical tent. It's much later, dark. A few lights here and there illuminate a few nurses checking on patients. Adams walks down the aisle, glancing back and forth. He passes Roth)
Adams: (softly) Doc.
Roth: (softly) Colonel.
Adams: How's everyone doing? (Roth turns to walk alongside Adams)
Roth: I think Styles managed to induce them all into protein-based comas.
Adams: That did seem like her goal.
Roth: Well, full bellies and a clean bed may do as much for them as I ever could.
Adams: (pauses) Is everyone accounted for?
Roth: They were at taps. (they're standing next to an empty bunk. Roth grabs the chart at the end to see the name.) Who's playing hooky? Ah. (shows the name to Adams)
Adams: Ah.
(Fade out as the two men smile at each other)
(Fade in to another tent. Lessala and Brown look at a computer screen, talking quietly to each other and pointing at lines of text. Perez is standing next to Janet a few feet away)
Perez: Evidently our girl has something of a reputation amongst her colleagues.
Janet: Was it that bad?
Perez: No, no. She never touched him. She just kept reminding him of people she's interrogated in the past. Remember that guy from Power, or you had me turn that woman from Third inside out that time. Stuff like that.
Janet: He remembered them?
Perez: He wet himself.
Janet: I'll take that as an icky yes.
Perez: You should. She had this light set up so that any steel she held glinted in his eyes. Then she-
(The side of the tent lifts up. Vertag lays on the ground outside, his head held low)
Vertag: Come on! It's about to wear off!
Lessala: I'll be right there.
Vertag: You'll be right here. Naked and stepping on people.
Lessala: Just a minute!
Brown: We can go over all this tomorrow.
Vertag: See? Let's go!
Lessala: Okay! (stands and walks swiftly towards Vertag's waiting hand. She pauses to smile at Perez) YOU make a GREAT interrogation partner.
Perez: Lessala, it was all you in there. I was amazed.
Vertag: Mutual admiration parties can send emails. I want to be inside before you pop out of your clothes, there.
Lessala: You just want to be alone with me when I pop out of my clothes. (she steps onto his hand. He drops the tent side)
(Fade as Perez and Janet smile at each other)
(Fade in, inside the staging area. Vertag steps out of the Earthling Building and crosses towards his office.)
(Vertag walks to the back door of the front building. Climbs the steps and goes inside. JUST before the door closes behind him, a burst of flame shoots out from under the steps. Vertag pops back outside. Looks left, looks right, sniffs the air.)
Vertag: Styles! I said NO flamethrowers next to the buildings!
Styles (voice): (Cheerfully) Yes, Agent Vertag. Sorry, Agent Vertag. We'll find something on the wall, Agent Vertag.
Vertag: Thank you, Lieutenant Styles. (Shakes his head, goes inside and shuts door)
(Cut to the space under the giant stairs. Styles is there with Kyle, Charlene, the catatonic patient that repeated Styles pizza order and Drury)
Kyle (wearing a flame thrower) Are we in trouble?
Charlene: Is the giant going to punish us?
Styles: Oh, heavens, no!
Drury: That's one giant you don't ever have to worry about. Okay?
Kyle: Okay.
Charlene: Okay.
Patient: Then let's go burn something frightening.
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