Valley of Bones

Cal.

You remember that rancher guy you had working for you, back when?

That's him.

Look, I gotta get in touch with his brother.

He was some kind of a dinosaur hunter, right?

Him and his wife?

Brothers said that.

Now, about the wife...

Hey, John.

You in there?

Come on, Dr. Olson. Got something we gotta discuss.

Not Olson anymore, Terry.

All right, doc.

Old habits.

So, you wanting something or you just come by to shitheel me?

The oil company's moving in.

All right. Signed off on the land, yesterday, so...

You flirt.

The Bakken don't extend this far south.

Hey, hold off, now, doll.

As long as you've been out here,

how much have we seen from all your fossil hunting?

All right, well,

think it's time for you to move on.

You're right.

Hey.

You want me to make you something to eat?

Want to know how the dig went?

It was a total disaster. Thanks for asking.

Can I come in?

So, whatcha working on?

Aquarius?

Yeah, the spacing's good.

You gonna make a wish on one?

That's stuff for kids.

Granddad didn't get you too far in this book, huh?

Hmm. He tried.

Hey, Ezekiel.

Wanna see something?

What is it?

Check it out. Another one of your dinosaur things?

Yeah. Yeah, kind of.

It's from the dig.

I was hoping to find... I got homework.

Okay.

Do you wanna at least know what species they are?

Mom... I'm not gonna know for sure

until I extract the entire embryo. That's cool, mom,

but I really have homework, okay? I have a strong theory

they are triceratops cubs.

Isn't that cool?

You wanna hold a triceratops cub? Maybe later.

Ezekiel. Come on, this is your chance to hold a piece of...

Mom! I don't want to hold your stupid thing.

Ezekiel! What's happening?

What the hell did you just do?

When did you get home? It's the best goddamn piece

I found today. - Hey...

I wasn't interested. I said no!

What, uh...

Well, welcome home, Anna.

I'll put the little bruiser to bed.

I guess that didn't go so well, huh?

Well, dad,

you're the one who's always telling me I oughta try and get closer to the boy.

Well, yeah, by asking Eze what sort of things he likes.

Not by forcing on him the stuff that you do.

I have no idea what he likes.

I think that's what I mean.

Look... it's getting a little late.

Why don't you go tuck your son in

and I'll finish up. Okay.

You know, a nice thing about the past,

it will still be there when you wake up.

Yup.

Worst thing, too.

Hey, Ezekiel.

I'm...

I know it was an accident, okay?

Hey.

Let's get to bed, okay?

Is that...

It's my watch.

Well, it's broken. Don't you want another one?

It's dad's.

Yes, I know it was.

Where did you get that?

Hey.

We're not open.

Nate, it's me.

We're not open.

You got my voice mail.

What? You get my voice mail?

No, I... look.

I don't want you hanging out with...

I don't want you giving stuff to my kid.

The watch? Jesus Christ!

This couldn't wait a bit.

That could have waited till tomorrow morning, huh?

No, Nate. Because I distinctly remember already having this conversation.

I don't want you hanging out with Ezekiel when I'm out of town.

When you're out of town.

I'm the boy's uncle.

Someone oughta be spending time with him

when you're out for months on end,

digging around in boneshit nowhere.

Mmm-hmm. Okay, great. Thank you very much.

Nate, I realize Ezekiel's the only family you got left,

but I don't need parent...

I don't need parenting advice from you.

Okay, so, you called me, twice.

I'm here. What the hell did you want?

Well, if you had listened to my voice mail,

we could have done it over the phone. Jesus.

You wouldn't have to bother coming down here.

But since you're here, have a beer.

Thanks.

This that ranch you used to work on?

Napping around on? Uh-huh.

Okay, and?

Well,

I told you all about it in the voice mail.

We could go over it again if you'd like.

Hey, you. It's me.

You got me on your phone as "son of a bitch"?

Would you be quiet? I'm trying to listen to you.

Well, you're not answering, obviously,

which means you're probably still, I don't know, mad,

but my old boss got a call from one of them oil rig guys,

Wes McCoy.

Thinks he might have stumbled on something.

He found a tooth.

Big one...

You hung up on me.

A tooth, Nate?

You've got to be kidding me. Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?

No. Because a therapod tooth means shit.

If it's even what they think it is, carnivores shed them suckers like mad.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, well, it could be something.

Great. Yeah, it's great science there, genius.

You know,

for somebody who doesn't like bringing up Ethan,

you sure sound a heck of a lot like him.

Yeah, maybe I'm no scientific genius.

If I was, I wouldn't have to bring you in on this deal.

Jesus, Nate, what do you want from me?

I'm just suppose to drop everything and rush up there?

Dude, you got nothing to drop.

I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

Go up there, you don't find anything.

I'm still a son of a bitch.

What the hell. God damn it, Nate.

Is that a yeah? Yeah.

You're coming with me, though.

Sure.

Somebody's gotta introduce you to the ranch owner.

No. Because when it turns out to be nothing,

I'm gonna need someone within swatting distance.

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, then.

Tomorrow.

Well, come on. This is ridiculous.

You just got back. Dad.

Dad, it's probably just for the weekend. Three days, tops.

Well, maybe that's good, then.

'Cause this way, you'll be back on Monday, right?

Please, dad. I know what you're gonna say.

That he should come with... Yeah, that he should come with...

Of course I'm gonna say that.

Why the hell not?

You know exactly why the hell not, dad.

Because it's the badlands, not a playground.

Jesus. There's wild animals, crap weather. The list goes on.

This ain't funny, Anna.

You're telling me. It's a long list.

Anna! Hey.

Susanna!

Hey. Morning, bill.

What do you want from me, dad?

It ain't what I want.

Now, I went to the trouble of packing him a little bag.

What about school?

I went to the trouble of notifying his principal.

Well, you went to quite a lot of trouble, seems like.

Listen, kiddo,

you're gonna have to deal with this sometime.

You can't go running off with your rocks and bones,

and pretend that you're raising a son.

Guilt ain't the same as protection.

Right. But that doesn't have anything to do with the cartel.

It doesn't have anything to do...

It has everything to do with the cartel.

The boom brought overpopulation.

They brought the trade of crystal meth to an all-time high,

and now, you got these Mexican cartels.

They're up here and they're trading guns.

Or drugs.

Right, but the cartel has been here since the '90s, at least,

just didn't hear about it regularly. You hear about it now.

Do you realize that we have gangs competing for territory