Metaltron-1

INTERIOR – SYDNEY'S OFFICE Sydney, Nigel and Claudia are clustered around Sydney's desk. Mr. Blackwell is there, frowning. BLACKWELL: [to Nigel] So you're telling me you got nothing at all out of the trip to England? NIGEL: Well, I wouldn't say nothing, sir. We got to see some really nice old ruins. BLACKWELL: [turning to Sydney] And none of this had anything to do with the fact that you got stuck in a drainpipe last night? SYDNEY: Nope, nothing at all. I told you, I thought I lost something, went down to get it, and got stuck. BLACKWELL: [narrowing his eyes] I think there's more going on here than you're telling me. Are you SURE noth

INTERIOR – DRAINPIPE It's dark and gloomy. What's left of the daylight is filtering in from above, casting long shadows all around. Sydney drops down and lands in a waist-deep puddle of water. SYDNEY: [yelling] I reached the bottom! I don't see the stone, so I'm going to look around! NIGEL'S VOICE: [echoing] All right, Syd! Sydney starts to slog around in the dark water, trying to feel for the gem. After a moment, though, she pauses. SYDNEY: Where is it? It must have bounced down one of these side passages. She wades over to the edge of the nearest passageway and climbs up onto the frame that surrounds the pipe, which sits slightly

EXTERIOR – DORM BUILDING – PARKING LOT Nigel runs across the pavement, one hand awkwardly holding the pocket steady. He dashes through the door and up the staircase. Immediately after he goes by, Jonathan walks out the other side of the door. Neither of them notice each other as they pass. JONATHAN: [grinning] Now what can I shrink next? He walks out away from the building, to the edge of the parking lot. The setting sun is casting long shadows on the ground, but there are plenty of sunbeams still around for him to go to work. He walks over to a handicapped sign in front of an unoccupied space. JONATHAN: I've always hated this

INTERIOR – LIBRARY Nigel is wandering around the gloomy library, hunting for the book. NIGEL: I know it's here somewhere, Syd. It's not in its place, but no one has checked it out, either. Sydney's face is clearly visible looking out from Nigel's pocket. SYDNEY: What if Claudia took it? NIGEL: Why would she? No, it's here somewhere. He continues to search around, until finally his eyes fall on the dusty tome Claudia previously left on the table. NIGEL: Aha! SYDNEY: Is that it? He holds it up to the pocket so she can see it. SYDNEY: Good. Now take me back to the office and we'll see what we can find out about the jewel. NIGEL: On

INTERIOR – JEEP Nigel is staring at the tiny Sydney in complete and total shock. She is looking up at him impatiently. SYDNEY: It's just me, Nigel. I'm not going to bite you. NIGEL: [stammering] B–b–b–but Sydney! Y–y–you're so s–s–small! SYDNEY: [cocks her head] Yeah, you noticed. NIGEL: [slowly recovering] B–but how could this happen? SYDNEY: It was the jewel, Nigel. I held it up to the sun to look at it, and this beam of light came out and did this to me. The same thing almost happened to you. NIGEL: [aghast] Thank God for clouds! But how do we get you back to normal? SYDNEY: [annoyed]

INTERIOR – RUINED MONASTERY – PRESENT DAY Daylight streams in through many holes in this ancient, broken–down ruin. SYDNEY and NIGEL are picking around in the debris. Sydney is wearing her trademark dark brown outfit and leather boots. Nigel wears a gray T–shirt, brown jacket, and khaki trousers. Both characters look dusty, as if they've been searching a while. NIGEL: Are you SURE this is the right spot, Sydney? It looks like this place has been picked clean. SYDNEY: You read the scroll too, Nigel. This has to be the place. NIGEL: Well, I still say Gulliver's Stone is just a myth. That whole story was just the figmen

MAIN CAST SYDNEY FOX: Tia Carrere NIGEL BAILEY: Christian Anholt CLAUDIA: Lindy Booth EXTERIOR – DOCK SUBTITLE: England, 1715 A three-masted sailing ship sits at anchor in a busy harbor. Two burly, sweaty, and dirty men carry a heavy wooden chest down the gangplank. PAN TO FOLLOW as they struggle with their load towards a nearby dock building. CUT TO: INTERIOR – CUSTOMS HOUSE The chest is deposited roughly next to a table where two important-looking men wait. One wears the uniform of a customs official, the other is dressed in the robes of the clergy. OFFICIAL: Is that it? DOCK WORKER: Aye, guv’nor. ‘Tis the chest