Giants in the Earth: The Making of 'The Fallen Ones' Page #3

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You told me you'd call them so that

I could do a proper study this time.

I've got ten years in

negotiating the land rights

for this resort

and two years

with architectural planning.

Matt...

this resort

is worth millions.

Think of how many jobs we'll

provide. Look at Las Vegas.

It's not worth it.

We don't know if Mickey

and Joseph are even alive.

Give me the weekend.

You can keep looking for them.

If we haven't

found the men,

Ill go to the police

with you.

Charles, if it was

anybody else,

Id tell them

to shove the whole thing,

but you've always

been square with me.

You got till Monday,

but we gotta find them.

In essence, this tablet

confirms my thoughts.

This mummy is one

of the Nephilim,

the fallen ones.

They were the offspring

of fallen angels

and human women.

That had to be

one hard pregnancy.

This one's father was

a leader of his kind,

a destroyer.

I have not been able

to decipher his name as yet,

but he is one of the angels

that god sent to destroy Sodom,

the wicked city of sin that

sprang up in the desert.

I thought you might

reconsider, Mr. Morton.

Sounds to me as if you have two

security issues to contend with.

Your missing workers

and the discovery you eluded to.

My price would reflect that.

Good. As long

as that's understood.

I'll be there tomorrow.

The tablet also

depicts a prophecy.

It shows the return

of the destroyer.

We're hitting granite.

Should we get another bit?

No, thanks, we're done.

Mickey's skinny, but I don't

think he'd fit in there.

I'm just trying to get some handle

on the stability of this ground.

That cave you showed me didn't

go more than ten feet back.

If those guys appeared and

disappeared like you said...

what do you mean "if"?

They have to have

gone somewhere.

Maybe there's a cave

or a tunnel,

and we're just

not finding it.

Or they could just

be magic.

Thanks.

If we're hitting rock this

dense at this shallow depth,

we're not going to

find any tunnels.

I'll get some sonar imaging

gear out here tomorrow.

Can you help me with it

in the morning?

Sure.

What?

It's like you said,

magic.

We should get out of here.

It's not safe.

I'm not home.

That's a pretty horse.

Thanks.

My dad gave him to me.

You still want me to help

you with that sonar gear?

Yeah.

When you weren't here at 7:00,

I just went for my ride.

I thought you said...

that's right... you

did say 7:
00. I'm sorry.

No biggie.

Thanks.

Just give me a sec.

Look, I, uh...

I wanted to

say I was sorry

for the way I acted

the other day.

I, um...

I felt like I

was losing control.

I usually show up

on time, too.

It's okay. It's your turn

to be scatterbrained.

You're a cancer.

You know...

your sign.

How did you know

I was a cancer?

I looked at your file.

Made it a hobby.

Look, astrology.

June 24th, cancer...

you're governed by the moon

and since it's gonna do a little

peek-a-boo show day after tomorrow,

it's your turn

to be a flake.

There's going to be

a lunar eclipse?

Yup, time for crazies

to get crazier,

would-be suicides to jump

and cancers to go

a little gaga.

If my aunt were here,

she'd pray for your soul.

Pentecostals don't go in

for the divining.

Good thing I left my Ouija

board and tea leaves inside.

It could be worse. I could

have been raised Baptist.

No card playing,

and they believe that

pre-marital sex will lead

to drinking beer

and dancing.

Well, I do drink beer

every now and then.

And Ive always wanted

to learn how to dance.

I thought you were going to

be up here a little bit earlier.

Sorry, Gus, I got

the time wrong.

No problem. I know how it is

with you cancers around this time.

So who all did you tell about

this flaky cancer thing?

Nobody, I swear.

The transmit button was on

on the radio.

Anybody listening on channel 2

got all the early morning chitchat,

and by the way, when are you

taking that girl dancing?

You want to give me a hand?

Matt! Matt!

Was this in my fortune?

How could this have happened?

Nobody walked passed me,

miss Barstow, I swear.

For crying out loud,

Dennis,

it's not like he walked out

the front door.

Nobody's blaming you

for anything, Dennis.

None of these markings were

on any of the cover stones.

Oh, my god.

We just found out.

This is not good,

Matthew.

Morton is going to

be pissed.

Not good at all.

I'm Raphael Ammon.

Angela Barstow,

structural engineer.

Are you all right,

miss Barstow?

I'm... Im fine.

She's fine.

She's a little dehydrated.

She went horseback riding

today. Matt Fletcher.

The archeologist.

You must be

the super rent-a-cop.

My team is already deployed

in the hills

surrounding the valley.

Mr. Ammon insisted on coming here

before we even took him to his quarters.

He's on it, matt.

Good.

'Cause there's

somebody else missing.

There, try it now.

Same thing.

The tone only goes down

about eight feet,

and the sonar shows a solid mass

of rock for at least another five.

Hoping the rock

was an illusion?

Your spit would

pass through solid stone?

Trying to hit a spider.

So how did a 42-foot tall,

of here with nobody noticing?

You left out, dead.

A dead giant mummy.

Somebody had to take him.

You've had the time you requested.

Mr. Ammon wants you out so

we can make our inspection.

You can tell Ammon to wait.

We're not finished.

You can tell me yourself,

Mr. Fletcher.

My response

would be the same.

Matthew.

Please leave... now.

What's your deal, mister?

You push us around.

You've been here all day,

and I don't think

your people are looking

for any of our missing men.

Matthew, don't.

Listen to the old man.

You listen to me.

Don't push.

I know these kind.

They push back hard.

Something doesn't

smell right.

I'm sorry, miss Barstow,

but we need to do

our own assessment.

Your crew can

come back tomorrow.

Of course.

I'm sorry about matt.

He's just worried

about the workers.

No harm done.

I assure you.

Thank you, thank you,

my lord.

Yours is the honor.

My son hasn't eaten

in Avery,

very long time.

No!

But you healed me.

My son is a hunter.

He wouldn't eat

wounded prey.

He has

to kill it himself.

Shalom.

I'm sorry, sir,

there's no admittance.

Oh, I understand that

rules exist for a reason,

but I left

my Tallith inside.

Tallith...

it's a prayer shawl,

and a rabbi

without a prayer shawl

is just a Schmendrick

in a funny hat, huh?

Oh, not a sharp

young fellow

with a hat like yours.

Nice hat.

Go ahead.

Rabbi, make it quick.

Thank you.

I had to reconfirm

what I had seen this morning.

Matthew was right.

These markings are different.

They give the time

of the prophecy's

fulfillment.

"When the hand of man

reveals the Nephilim

"from the earth,

"and the moon

has been eclipsed,

"the fallen angel

"who spawned this creature

"will return,

"and his name is Ammon. "

Ammon.

You're really

quite good, rabbi.

I doubt there are half

a dozen men alive

who could translate

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