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.Escape from Land of the Giants Season 2	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Land of the Giants Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(The field north of the compound. Vertag stands at the ditch with a fishing pole. A Marine stands on his shoulder. The line leads down into the culvert.)
Shoulder Marine (finger to ear): Understood. (lowers finger, turns to Vertag’s ear) Haul away. (Vertag cranks the pole. After a few moments, four rats are dragged out of the culvert, all dead, all with fishing line tied around their metal collars. The giant lifts them to an oil drum that has a fire burning and cuts the line. He pulls out some slack and lowers the end to the ditch. A Marine ties that end to a Hummer’s hitch and drives into the dark. Vertag pays out the line.)
Vertag: Where are they at?
Shoulder Marine: Third system.
(Vertag turns as a car drives up. Jackala gets out, glances at the burning oil drum. The camera follows him as he walks to Vertag, we see three other drums with fires)
Vertag: Commissioner.
Jackala: Agent. Looks like you were right about strange rats. (Vertag shrugs. Marine pitches about on his shoulder).
Vertag: Sorry.
Jackala: Turns out there was a Mad Scientist with a rat army. We’re still trying to figure out everything he’s done to the city.
Vertag: City?
Jackala: Yeah. On the day that the city got paralyzed, we found these monster rats all over the place. The biggest concentration was downtown. Seems to be the center of the effect. Lights out, cars totaled, even the computing system was affected. He pretty well decimated the city’s phone, power and streetlights.
Vertag: Dangerous rats. What’s he said about his plans?
Jackala: Oh, he’s dead. Torn up by his own fiendish inventions when he unleashed his clever plan.
Vertag: As always. (Shoulder Marine taps him on the ear, he cranks the line)
Jackala: Exactly. So, they say the phone system will be out for a week or more. Thought I’d let you know your instincts were right.
Vertag: Thanks.
Jackala: (glancing at the four rats that come out of the culvert) Yeah. And assure you that no one suspects any sort of Earthling involvement in the wrecked city.
Vertag: Well, of course not. How could there be?
Jackala: How indeed. (steps back as Vertag swings the rats to another burning drum)
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Roll Titles
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(Vertag slides behind the desk in his office and sits with a sigh. Notices the SOG)
Vertag: Sergeant Touch! You’re back!
Touch: Yes, sir.
Vertag: Did you get the care package? Did they let you have yours?
Touch: (laughs) Oh, yeah. (laughs some more. Vertag smiles, waits patiently) It’s just… Man, if I had known ten years ago? I mean, imagine me telling my mom: “Mom? When I grow up, I’m going to get my leg bitten half off by a rat, in one bite, and while I’m in the regen tank, in orbit around a planet we’ve never heard of yet, a giant’s going to send me T-Rex sandwiches as a care package….” (shakes head) She’d have beat me half to death with her Bible.
Vertag: (Nods) My mom had a similar approach to basic truth challenges. Except her favorite was the index volume of the encyclopedia. (they both rub the backs of their heads unconsciously. When they see the other doing it, they laugh and lower their arms)
(The elevator opens and Adams steps out with Drury. They walk to the edge of the SOG area.)
Adams: Agent Vertag! I need to introduce you to Attaché Drury.
Drury: Thank you, Colonel. That will be all. (steps forward as Adams scowls at the back of his head) Agent Vertag? I’m Miss Crane’s replacement.
Vertag: Really? I wasn’t aware- (pauses as Drury holds up a hand. )
Drury: (turning to Adams) Was there anything else Colonel?
Adams: Evidently not. (he returns to the elevator)
Drury: Now. As I was saying, I’ve replaced Miss Crane.
Vertag: I didn’t think we needed a replacement.
Drury: Yes, I’m sure she’s alright, happy ending and all that. (starts to pace on the desk) What you may not have known, though, is that Miss Crane was not a professional diplomat.
Vertag: Oh, I knew that. She always gets what she wants. Our diplomats don’t have that sort of batting average.
Drury: Well. (adjusts his collar) Miss Crane was, in fact, an activist. She was part of the movement that produced this…exchange program.
Vertag: That certainly sounds like Janet.
Drury: Miss Crane (stresses the name) was a motivating individual. But she was all wrong for the liaison position. She was a crusader.
Vertag: And you’re right?
Drury: Yes. I think you’ll come to realize that I have a better grasp on what is being done here, the ramifications of actions and the best way to chart a path through the difficulties that lay ahead.
Vertag: ‘Kay. You any good with a grenade launcher?
Drury: Please! That’s one of the changes I’ll be instituting. There’s no need for me to be in the field. The Marines are more than capable for escort and such duties.
Vertag: They are capable. But so was Janet.
Drury: I have nothing against Miss Crane (stresses name again). She lived for the humans needing rescue. She never realized that she was crowding her military escort.
Vertag: (eyes flicking to the SOG. Touch scowls) Crowding?
Drury: Yes. You may not realize it, but the Marines are not impressed by grandstanding. They prefer professionals to adventurers. If I stay in diplomacy, they stay in the mud, everyone’s happy.
Vertag: I see. You mean, you’re not going to take a bullet as long as there are Marines who can take it.
Drury: Exactly. (his back is turned as Vert and SOG roll their eyes at each other)
Lessala: (entering office) I think there’s a few more rats under… Who’s this?
Vertag: (talking over Drury’s head) This is Janet’s replacement.
Lessala: They can’t replace her! Have they given up? They can’t!
Vertag: We haven’t, so it doesn’t matter if they have, okay?
Drury: Actually, the fact is that-
Lessala: (ignoring Dury) Okay. So, is he my boss?
Vertag: He’s made it very clear that he’s here only for the diplomatic functions.
Drury: Well, what I really said was-
Vertag: So I’d say he wasn’t your boss. And, technically, Janet was never your boss. I just knew that she wouldn’t give you orders I disagreed with.
Lessala: So can he give me orders?
Vertag: He can let you close the office, I’d say. But not authorize overtime.
Drury: Miss Crane’s authority was-
Vertag: He is, however, the liaison. So anything that has anything to do with humans is his concern.
Lessala: Got it. How about the Marines?
Drury: The garrison is not authorized-
Vertag: Use your judgment. I don’t think Adams will give orders that aren’t sound. But remember that he works for others.
Lessala: (nods) Don’t we all.
Vertag: Did you say something about rats?
Lessala: Yeah, under the kitchen. (they leave the office.)
Drury: Hello? We’re not done here! (Touch smirks, wiping his face clean when Drury turns)
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(A giant’s seaside park. Children play, parents watch, a grounds keeper cleans litter, an ice cream vendor pedals through. Camera zooms towards a bench near the edge of the park. A trash can beside it has a few piece of litter. Zooming closer we find Styles and Janet sitting next to the leg of the bench. They have emptied their pockets onto the ground)
Styles: Two clips for my nine. No nine. Three knives. Batteries for a radio I don’t have. A PDA that doesn’t work. A soggy first aid kit. A lighter. A signal mirror. Two days of pocket rations for the two of us. A canteen. Two grenades. Well, Crane, that’s it.
Janet: Please, Sergeant, call me Janet.
Styles: Okay, Janet. That’s it. (A moment of silence) What?
Janet: Well, we’re going to be depending on each other for a while. I want you to call me Janet…
Styles: Oh. Okay, you don’t have to call me Sergeant Styles. Call my Styles.
Janet: (dryly) How friendly.
Styles: Nothing personal. It’s just… Well, let me put it this way. My sister? Eulalia? She makes her boyfriend call her Styles.
Janet: Eulalia?
Styles: Yeah. My parents…they get rather nasty cards on mother’s day, father’s day, load your kid up with a moniker that’s bigger than they are day.
Janet: Okay. Okay, Styles. Well, what’s the plan?
Styles: Um. Don’t take this wrong? But I really don’t want to flag down a giant and ask for a ride home.
Janet: But they’ll get a reward for us.
Styles: If that’s what they want. I just…I don’t feel like trusting a giant.
Janet: Alright. But if I see someone I recognize?
Styles: Um. Okay. IF they’ve turned humans in, and you think they’re trustworthy…
Janet: I’ll try to be certain. And if there’s any chance, I’ll discuss it with you.
Styles: Okay. Now- (a shadow crosses them and they cower.)
(A giant has had lunch in the park. He tosses his debris towards the trash can and brushes off his shirt.)
(Down below the bench, they see a giant bag of what looks like potato chips miss the can and land between the can and the bench)
Styles: Chips. I could do with some potato chips, how about you? Need to stretch the rations.
Janet: If they’re still there at sunset…
Styles: It’ll just take a second. (scampers to the bag and crawls inside. Janet looks after her, worried. Suddenly a stick crashes down on the bag. Janet bites her fist to avoid shouting. The grounds keeper lifts the bag, brushes it off the nail at the end of his stick, into the trash. He dumps his bag of trash into the can. Then he walks off to the other side of the park)
(Janet watches him go, glances from the can to the park around her and back again. Finally runs to the side of the trash can that’s next to the stanchion it’s chained to. Using this minimal cover she starts climbing the wire mesh of the can’s holder)(fade out)
(Fade in as Janet clambers over the top of the can and drops down on the trash. She hunts and throws stuff to the side until she sees the distinctive flashy bag. It doesn’t move. Fearfully, she pulls down the edge. Styles looks up with a piece of food in her hand.)
Styles: Fried turnip. Who the hell would eat fried turnip chips?
Janet: You BITCH! I was so worried! I thought-(Styles pulls herself to a sitting position. We see that the nail on the stick did crease her side. There is blood. Janet drops to her side and fishes out the first aid kit)
Styles: I did think I was dead for a second there. I’m sorry if I…
Janet: Shut up, Styles.
Styles: It’s (gasps as Janet applies pressure) It’s Petunia, Janet.
Janet: Shut up, Sergeant. (but with a smile)

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(Vertag enters his office. Finds Lessala and a giant teenage boy looking into a box. Vertag peeks inside and sees a human sitting on the bottom. Her arm is tied up in a splint. The brace for the splint is a pencil. He pauses.)
Lessala: (glancing at her boss but talking to the teen) Now I need you to stand real, real still, okay?
Teen: Yeah, sure.
Lessala: (To SOG) Okay.
(The flap of the doggie door in the Security Door opens and a Hummer comes out. It is marked with red cross emblems. It approaches the teen.)
Lessala: Okay. Kneel on down and hand her over.
(Teen carefully lowers the boxed human to the floor. Lessala helps carefully rip off one side. Dr. Roth gets out of the ambulance and rushes over the opened side to the rescued human. Medics follow. He gives her a quick examination.)
Roth: A very good job on the splint, young man. Are you planning to become a doctor?
Mom: We’re hoping.
Roth: Well, you have my recommendation. Come along dear. (They help the woman stand and move to the Hummer. Teen watches raptly. They load her and drive back through the door.)
Lessala: Okay! You’re now an official SID Earthling Exchange Agent. (hands a check to the mother) And here’s your first paycheck.
(The giants thank her and leave.)
Vertag: (moving to sit behind his desk as Lessala jumps up) Transferred straight to the Marines, huh? That broken arm was a life-threatening condition?
Lessala: Well, it could be. I mean, I’m not medically trained in Earthling trauma triage.
Vertag: Okay. As long as it was logged right.
Lessala: (smiles and starts to walk out of the office. The front door opens and Dordell enters reception.) Oh. Look who’s here. (she backs into Vertag’s office again.)
Dordell: I called, but you guys never answer.
Vertag: The whole city’s phones are-
Dordell: Yeah, yeah. (Hitches a hip onto Vertag’s desk) Anyway, wanted to give you the good news myself. I got promoted.
Vertag: Oh. Well, congratulations.
Dordell: Yep. I’m senior SID agent for the whole Second Continent contingent. You, (nods at Vertag) are now the senior SID agent for the Exchange.
(Lessala looks surprised, smiles at Vertag. He doesn’t look real happy)
Vertag: That means I have to move to-?
Dordell: Nope. You’re staying here, where you enjoy such success. (Vertag relaxes)
Vertag: So, I run the other offices from here?
Dordell: No. There are no other offices. See, you’re pulling in three times the Earthlings any two other offices have been. I’m closing the others down. And I’m moving my office to Coastal City. (Vertag and Lessala share a look.)
Vertag: There’s not much room for another office…
Dordell: Oh, no. I’m taking advantage of your recent electro-magnetical event. It’s the only time I can be sure there are no working bugs in the office building we’re appropriating. It’s, uh… (He looks around the room.)
Vertag: Ah. (nods to send Lessala out the door. Another gesture sends the SOG into the elevator) There are no functional bugs here, either.
Dordell: Okay. I’m not a complete idiot.
Vertag: Never said you were. (they stare at each other for a second)
Dordell: Yeah. See, I know your success here helped get both of us promoted. (Cut to Marine security station, Adams and Perez both listening to the conversation)
Dordell (from speaker): So whatever it is you do to make it work, I want to leave you plenty of room to do it.
(Cut to office: Vertag shrugs)
Vertag: I just treat the Earthlings as people, too.
Dordell (shakes his head): Yeah. I knew it was something crazy like that.
Vertag: If it’s crazy, and it works, it’s not crazy.
Dordell: Who told you that?
Vertag: An Earthling.
Dordell: Explains a lot.
Vertag: Anyway, how is this new HQ going to affect me?
Dordell: We’re taking over the perimeter security from the locals. And I’ll get you someone to take over the office if you have to leave town. We’ll still make pickups in the other cities, you can delegate those to other agents. And I’ll get you a real secretary-
Vertag: No. Lessala has their trust, too. I need her to work. In fact, if I’m not here, she has authority over any Earthling transactions.
Dordell: She’s not SID!
Vertag: But she helped you get promoted.
(Dordell thinks for a moment)
Dordell: Okay. I can’t let her be in charge of our agents. But make sure she says ‘What Vertag would want is…’ before she gives them an order.
Vertag: I think that can work.
(Out in the lobby, Lessala removes her stethoscope from the wall, throws it into a drawer and sits at her desk with a triumphant smile)

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