The Librarians

All: Off our land! Off our land!

Off our land! Off our land!

- Off our land! Off our land! - You'll destroy what is not yours!

The blasts always get them riled up.

Yeah, tell them it's the sound of progress!

Good morning, boss!

What the hell's so good about it?!

Pace we're going, we ain't never gonna get that damn pond drained!

Well, we're still waiting on that last permit, Isaac.

- Protesters slowing everything down. - We got this job based on our reputation

for being fast... real fast. It's Oklahoma.

You know better than anyone how the locals

feel about their tribal lands and whatnot. - Yeah, I do.

Never should've given those people anything anyway.

Now, look, I want you to lay this last section,

get that damn pond drained and finish this job,

otherwise, those gassers are gonna be looking for a whole new crew.

Soon as that last permit comes in, we'll be... I got the permit.

Well, records say it ain't on file.

Well, if I say I got it, Andy, I got it.

You just go on and do your job, will you?

You're the boss.

Aah!

Andy?!

Hang on! We're coming for you!

Rope and ladder! Go get rope and ladder!

Isaac: Hold on there, Andy!

Get ahold of that, Andy!

Come on, get him up there.

- You all right? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I think I just hit my head.

All right, sit him down over there, get him some water.

Come on.

Yeah, I just hit my head.

Next page.

I brought you some more fuel.

Oh, well, thank you.

Been working on this secret project for a while now,

which...

Wouldn't be so secret if you shared it with someone.

I'm writing an academic criticism on colonial architecture.

Take everything you know about Dutch influence

on the Hudson valley... throw it out the window.

I'll try my best.

"Dr. Oliver Thompson."

You're still publishing under fake names.

You know, you can be you now.

Well, I worked really hard on these identities.

You know, they have their own reputations.

Helps get the work out there, plus, you know...

Secret library.

Yeah, but Flynn did all sorts of research and seminars

when he was the only librarian.

This works for me.

Ezekiel: Who's up for movies?

I've got "night," "day," "dawn," "land,"

and "city of the living dead."

Unbelievable... we finally get the library back,

and you just want to use the theater.

Yeah, movies are just books with better pictures

and less of those words and stuff.

Anybody else's individual...

- no. - So, who's it for?

Baird: Come on. How bad is it?

I am concerned.

Oh, you're past concerned.

You have a tell when you're very upset.

There it is.

Well, I admit I've never heard of anything

happening like this in the history of the library.

I mean, rooms rearrange but always

with some order, not this random jumble.

I would venture to say that some rooms may actually be missing.

And perhaps Mr. carsen...

made it clear he will not be joining us.

He's on his artifact hunt.

Clippings book went off.

There's a giant rift in the earth near Wagner, Oklahoma.

Okay. It's only a couple hundred Miles from where I grew up.

Mysterious rift in the earth... I call poltergeist.

I've got this one.

Uh, Mr. Jones alone in Oklahoma

is a version of the Rogers and hammerstein classic

no one should ever see. - I don't know.

I mean, uh, we've done pretty good

the last couple of months on our own.

Maybe if the four of us went together...

Nope, the three of you are.

I've got a broken library to fix with Jenkins.

You're all full librarians now.

Such you've come back, you've had issues

working together as a team again.

You need to figure that out, but between yourselves.

Can't rely on me just ordering you around.

Technically, that is just ordering us around. Go!

Was that wrong?

That was wrong.

I should go, right? No, I shouldn't.

I should just sit down and shut up.

Thanks for the pep talk, Jenkins.

Off our land! Off our land!

Off our land! Off our land!

Police stand around, watching us,

while these atrocities go unmarked!

What did it cost to get you

in their pockets, sheriff macready?!

You know, Lyle, if you knew half as much

as you think you do, you'd be a genius.

Oh, well, who is this now...

oil and gas lackeys?!

No, um, we're the librarians.

You the folks the state sent down from the archaeological society.

That's us. We're here.

Yes, we are here to check out the collapse.

It's a choctaw burial ground. It's sacred!

There's ancient tribal art under the surface,

and they are desecrating it.

You folks come through.

You'll see it's nothing but a big pit.

Native American burial grounds.

Three words... pol... ter... geist.

Choctaw's not even local.

Nonsense. - Really?

'Cause they've been here since the 1800s.

Uh, I meant from before.

Uh, look, we've had equipment failing left and right.

Them protesters are to blame.

Folks, just walk on that direction.

Did the locals fake a burial site?

Why would they slow down their own dig?

So, you believe that guy?

Do you automatically believe the protesters?

Why believe either of them? Everybody lies... except me.

Wait, do poltergeists lie?

Hey, where's your foreman?

I haven't seen him since this morning.

Where's the nearest bar?

What's makes you think

we're gonna find the foreman here?

- Just a hunch. - Okay, great.

Well, you tell him you're the archaeology expert,

we need to stop the dig, and then we get in there

- and see what magic has to do with this. - Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work.

Why not?

The hell you doing here?

Hey, pop.

Hope you didn't come back here sniffing around,

looking for a job, Jake, because if you did,

you're out of luck... I'm all crewed up.

Honestly, I thought

the whole "bad dad" thing was just a cover.

Shh! I want to hear every word of this.

What's this trouble I've been hearing about?

Eh, those protesters have been yapping at us for weeks.

Now they're trying to get us shut down over this hole.

State says I got to wait around

and wait for some conservation eggheads to sign off on it.

Well, we're the eggheads.

Well, unless they're handing out degrees

for digging holes and chasing women,

you ain't much of an expert in anything, son.

This is like the best reality show ever... "stoned again."

- "Stone age." - "Family stone."

- Oh. - Sorry.

Here's your expert, pop.

This is...

Dr. Oliver Thompson.

Doc, this is my dad, Isaac stone,

sole proprietor of stone family rigging and pipeline.

- That's right. - Nice to meet you, sir.

Jacob here is our field assistant...

a fine man, if a bit of a blunt hammer.

Who's the pretty little lady... your secretary?

Actually, I'm his expert

in p-wave ultrasonic imaging for geographical tomography.

Is that right?

So, you find the stuff, and you examine it?

What do you do, Jake, drive the truck?

Doc, my dad's company is laying the foundation

on a branch of the natural gas pipeline

that's gonna be running through...

we started breaking dirt on a new section.

Andy got sucked into some sort of magical sinkhole.

Magic? Sorry.

We got a line of red Clay here.

That's supposed to be solid ground.

Best I can figure is, those protestors

must've got in there and messed with our survey equipment.

Well, t-the angle...

what are you doing?

You said he was the expert.

I'd like to hear what he has to say.

Yeah.

Anything, uh, down in the hole?

Remnants of an old mine.

Local kids get down in there and dig tunnels

and write graffiti on the walls and stuff.

- What type of graffiti? - Ah, I don't know.

All kinds of garbage... kid stuff.

If I could just confer with my associates for one moment.