Giants in the Earth: The Making of 'The Fallen Ones'

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Since the dawn of man,

he has known pain

and suffering.

War has plagued him

and death.

Giants, too,

walked the land.

Man feared them.

And god despised them.

He would wipe them

from the face

of the earth...

until now.

Enter, lord Ammon,

for this is your house.

Where is my son?

He returned

last night.

He is safe, lord,

for now.

Speak.

The god of the Hebrews

has...

I may no longer

be in his grace,

but I will not allow

your insolence.

How dare you imply the

existence of another god.

I meant no disrespect,

my lord.

Wages of sin, priest.

Tell me this news

from my father.

Yahweh has judged men

and Nephilim alike.

We will all be destroyed

by a great deluge

of water.

And my brothers?

The fallen angels, too,

shall churn in the waters,

such is the word

of Yahweh.

I should have expected

no mercy.

They chose to walk

the earth

and know the daughters of

his favorite creature... man.

And he cannot abide

our offspring.

Hello, father.

Aramis, in

the coming days,

there will be

a great flood,

destroying

every living thing.

I have refuge for myself,

some great sacrifice.

I will fight.

I will survive.

No.

His will shall be done.

You will die.

Father!

When the hand of man

reveals your tomb,

there will be a new era

of the Nephilim,

and once again

they will know

the wrath

of the fallen ones.

We are nearing readiness,

my lord.

The slaves are being prepared

to travel with him

to the next world.

And Aramis?

He's dead.

By dawn we...

You said he was dead.

It's your presence. Your

power is reanimating him.

Aramis.

Why is he like this?

He is but a shell,

my lord.

The poisons used to kill him

have destroyed his mind.

I wanted my son preserved,

not a simpleton!

It's not time for you

to walk again, Aramis.

I'm sorry.

Sleep, my son.

matt?

Matt?

What are you doing

down there?

You all right?

Ladder broke.

Give me a hand, will you?

Huh, a little mummy.

I'll be damned.

Oh, jeez. Sorry, buddy.

Here, grab on.

Jeez.

I wonder how

this little guy

got so well preserved.

Bone dry,

perfect burial tomb.

Funny though,

doesn't look tribal.

See, took the brain out,

probably the other organs.

It's a ritual mummification.

Not even the Anasazi

took this kind of care.

Maybe something the Mayan

could have done.

There's no record

the Mayans ever traveled

this far north,

professor Fletcher.

Well, who knows?

Find a couple of pots and a bone

or two and we think we know it all.

If this is Mayan,

we could be rewriting

a few history books.

This little guy

could be the big thing

we've been looking for.

I'm going to get a crew

down there ASAP.

Not without helmets

and not without gear.

I was down there

myself, Joseph.

It's safe.

That hole wasn't

there three days ago.

We're two miles

from the fault line.

How can you say

it's safe?

Our blasting opened

up that crack,

not a quake.

I just figured you might have

learned something in Mexico.

Joseph, you jerk.

You want to take care

of that, jenny? Thanks.

So what was that whole

Mexico thing about?

Oh, god.

Joseph.

He's the kind of guy

that would offer

to put some salt

on a paper cut.

The Mexico thing was,

a couple of years ago,

matt was down

there with a crew.

They were looking

into a cave,

out in the

middle of a rain forest.

He discovered a passageway

under the water,

and without going

back to get some scuba gear

or to let anybody

know where they were going,

they just dove in,

literally.

The water was deeper

and went farther

than he had imagined.

And there were tide pools.

Five guys went in.

Matt's the only guy

who came out.

What do you think of that?

Professor Fletcher!

Matt!

Get Morton on the radio.

This is big.

Really big.

I gave explicit instructions that

this site was to be left alone.

I understand that, sir.

But, Mr. Morton...

but what? Who moved this? I did.

Are you matt?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, Charles

told me about you.

I didn't expect you this

early. Barstow, right?

Angela Barstow. I'm the

structural engineer in charge.

I hate to be the one

to tell you this,

but Im

in charge here.

Really?

Yeah.

This is my dig.

Morton is not going to

appreciate you wasting my time.

I'm the archeologist

around here.

The way he told me,

you fell in a hole

and got lucky.

Nice digging, chief.

Let's settle this now.

Fine.

We've hit a snag on site 17,

so we're switching gears.

We're going to have to

dig around it for now,

which means that we're going to have

to reroute about 2000 feet of pipe.

Now Gus has new plans

and maps

for the department heads.

I want to be able to break

through to that reservoir

by the end of the month.

All right?

Now get going. We've got

a lot of work to do.

Charles, do you want to explain

a few things to this gal?

I'm all ears, but you need to

explain to Indiana Jones here

that people stopped using the

word "gal" sometime around 1955.

Glad to see

you two met.

You know, she acts like

she runs the place.

You and I agreed,

this is my dig.

Fletcher is in charge

of the dig site.

Damn straight.

Now, hold on. When you

called me to come down here...

let me finish.

After that fiasco in Utah,

with the Indian artifacts, I

hired him to take an advanced look

to be sure we weren't

digging up something

that was going to bite us

in the ass later on.

He's a little hotheaded,

but he's one of the best

diggers in the business.

That's what he tells me.

And, as for Angela,

she's in charge

of how you dig.

Understood?

Oh, for crying

out loud, Charles.

We have a lot of earth to move

and maintain structural integrity.

That's Angelas forte.

We don't want to wake up and

look at the big guy covered

with a couple

of hundred tons of clay.

Treat her right.

Three goats.

No, sheep.

Three sheep, ah.

And the milk of one goat,

in exchange

for oatmeal cookies.

Am I smelling oatmeal

cookies?

You still like a little coffee

with your milk, professor?

Matthew, sit down.

So nice of you to visit.

Oh, you must be psychic.

The cafeteria,

they have coffee,

but they don't make

mocha latte,

and their idea of

grande is not so grande.

So...

what, mister big shot,

huh?

You slumming, huh?

You know, most of us

have to beg

and plead to get grants

that last six months.

How long have you been

with Morton?

Two years.

Why don't you go

back to school?

They don't start

construction on an area

until I confirm that there's

nothing of archeological value.

We're extremely careful.

Why wouldnt you be?

I just wanted you to know

that we're not taking

any needless risks.

Matthew, are you sure

you're not a little

Jewish up here, huh?

You carry your guilt

like a pro.

I was on the review board.

The only one that blamed you

for the accident was you.

I want you to do a little

translating for me, Eli.

That's all I do here.

Look...

are like this.

Receipts. Here...

"how many goats a man traded

for a woman.

"Who did the well

belong to. "

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