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You ever
find yourself with the fate
of the world in your hands?

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The future of humanity
at stake?

And yet, somehow,
this is always
where you wanted to be--

Do it.

back of a truckload of hell,

knowing that if you
threw open the door,
all hell would break loose?

Has that ever happened to you?

I didn't think so.

But it's happening to me
right now.

Let's go back
to a more innocent time...

like last Thursday.

Nobody wants to grow up
to be a private investigator.

You want to be a fireman,
a doctor,

Venus or Serena Williams.

Maybe even a Tyrannosaurus rex.

But no kid dreams of
sitting in a car
for five hours,

listening to his partner
not talk about
his ex-girlfriend.

Wonder what she's doin'.

I wonder what
she's doing.

Who?
Who do you think?

Queen Elizabeth?
Pat Benatar?

Louise-- my girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, Ernie. Ex.

Which means you're not
supposed to be wondering
what she's doing at 4:00 a.m.

I can tell you
what she's not doing.

She's not staring
at the ceiling
thinking she made a mistake.

What is that, Vincent--
tough love?

Or are you just
being a jerk?

Look around. You see
a Maltese falcon anywhere?

Me neither.

That's because a real P.I.
specializes in the domestic
and the trivial.

But tonight's job is just
a little more... complicated.

Positive I.D.

Uh-huh.

It's on.

Poor bastard.

You're a real
sentimentalist, Ernie.

Where's your heart, Vincent?

Ernie was wrong.
I have a heart.

It's just not...
fully endothermic.

Meet Mr. Bill Hoon.

He saw something
he shouldn't have seen,

told somebody
he shouldn't have told.

Ernie and I were
just the next step...

in his journey
toward the consequences.

Mr. Hoon?
We're here to help.

Ernie. Gun!

Oh, great.

Take the house!

Cut that out!

No!

Mrs. Hoon?
Yes.

I'm Ernie Watson.
I'm a private investigator.

It's about your husband,
ma'am.
Is he okay?

May I come in, please?

Okay.

No, no! Let me go!
Eh! Take it easy.

No, I saw them--
people who aren't people.

It's okay.
Take a deep breath.

It's okay. All right?

No!

He's one of them!

Stay where you are.

Thank God.

Step over here, please.

You all right, Rubio?

Dude took a shot at me.

Concussion screwed up
my disguise.

Sounds like
a power interruption.

- Ah, that should
hold you for now.

Good?
Yeah.

Looks like
a robbery-homicide.

Right.

Well, let's go
inform his wife.

I know
this is very difficult
for you, Mrs. Hoon.

I just have
a few more questions.

What was your husband
doing out so late?

I don't know.
We're separated.

Not much contact
between you?

He'd call sometimes...
to see how we're doing.

Did he ever sound
frightened...

or say anything unusual?

What do you mean?

Unusual like, "Honey,

I saw a dinosaur."

If the answer is yes,
she joins her husband
in the morgue...

and Junior gets placed
in a foster home with
good mammalian parents.

Hey, it's a small price to pay
to keep a 65-million-year-old
secret.

The Cretaceous era-- when
dinosaurs ruled the Earth.

Except they didn't exactly rule.

More like they ran around
and ate each other for
breakfast, lunch, dinner,

dessert and a midnight snack.

Then a Gulf of Mexico-sized
asteroid decided to leave
family and friends...

and make a beeline for,
well, Gulf of Mexico.

And so, the dinosaurs
were killed.

But not all the dinosaurs.

You weren't supposed
to know that, of course.

Not if you're human.
Not if you want to live.

She's clean.

Vinnie!
- Huh? Oh.

We were just having
a deep conversation.

Heh.

Last night's job
was easy enough.

Now for the hard part--
getting paid,

which required
a visit to Chinatown...

where mah-jongg
is a spectator sport...

and a dino can almost
feel at home,

since China is home
to the dragon,

the ancient symbol of good luck
and heaven itself.

I had an appointment with
our friendly neighborhood
dinosaur council...

who hold court
at a private social club...

called-- what else?--
The Dragon.

Nice.

Thanks.

Meet the council--

a cross between
local legislature,
Tony Soprano's crew...

and the pain in your neck.

I had to take a number
and wait in line...

while the council said no
to the dino in front of me.

Council loves to say no.

It will never be the right time
until we make it so.

You overestimate
our population's willingness.

If we force the issue,
they'll have no choice.

You overestimate my patience.

I'm asking you
to reconsider.

Please.

Pung.

Pung.

Reconsider.

We will let Chance decide.

Tile upright-- the answer is no.

Tile reversed--

we will reconsider.

It was Chance that
sent the asteroid...

crashing down
on our ancestors' heads.

So the idea is to let Chance
make some of the decisions,

let it feel like it's got
a stake in things.

Maybe then it won't
come crashing down
on our heads again.

Superstitious crapola
if you ask me.

But when push comes to shove,
I'll still call
heads over tails,

red over black, odd over even,

tile upright over--
Tile reversed.

We will reconsider.

The answer is still no.

You are always
welcome here, Raal.

Vincent Rubio.

Please, come closer.

It's been too long.

That is one ticked off
Carnotaurus.

Mr. Raal is a businessman...

seeking to expand
his business.

Much too far,
in our judgment.

Chance thinks otherwise.

Chance...

is a better counselor
than leader--

a whisper in the ear,

a suggestion of a scent.

But not a seat at the table.

- Any trouble last night?
- Nope.

And not the time before either.

Or the time before that.

You are always welcome
here, Vincent.

Watson & Rubio,
Private Investigations.

Another divorce case,
another cheating husband.

Client wants pictures.

Ooh. Heads.

How a big tub of triceratops
like Ernie...

could father something
like Gabrielle...

is one of the evolutionary
mysteries of our time.

Oh, I'm in love.

The new quad processor P-47
holographic disguise.

- "Designed with
the velociraptor in mind."
- We can't afford it.

This thing was so loud,
I couldn't sleep last night.

Get it fixed.
You're not getting
another one.

If it was up to you, Ernie,
we'd still be wearing
rubber suits.

Uh-oh, you smell that?

All dinos pump out pheromones
as unique as a fingerprint,

and all dinos can smell 'em.

But some noses
are better than others.

My nose only needs
a few stray molecules...

to tell me that this combo plate
of pine, peanut butter
and hot rubber...

could only have been made
by one dinosaur--

Louise.

Louise.

Louise?

Hi.

Ernie smells kind of peaty...

and kind of like smoking
your favorite cigar...

while slumping in your best
old leather chair.

Hi. What's wrong?

And Gabrielle?

Peaches and cream all the way.

Dad, have some dignity.

- Hi, Gabe.
- Hello.

Can I get you something?
Or--

Gotta go.

Bye.
Bye.

- Uh, Vinnie.
- Hmm?

That thing came for you.
It's in the other room.

Oh. Right.

So, you want, uh,
to sit down? Or--

Oh, okay.

Can I offer you anything?
Um, some coffee? Uh--

Some basil?

Oh, God,
I could use some basil.

- Thanks.
- It's not very fresh.

Mmm.

- Oh!
- Sorry.

It's okay.

I needed that.

Yeah.

I need you, Ernie.

Me too.

I-- I mean you.

I need you.

I was really thinking
about you last night.

I-- I-I knew you were too.

I almost called you, but--

Rupert's dead.

Your-Your brother?

I need you, Ernie.

No one else can help me.

Yeah.

See that?

I didn't, and it was
right under my nose.

I got the bum's rush too.

Yeah. I-- I hate her.

Yeah.

If she shows up
for dinner--
She wouldn't.

She would.
Oh, God, I know.

Come eat with me and Pops.

It's kind of short notice.
Are you sure you don't mind?

Last time, Pops didn't crack
open a window for a week just
to keep your scent around.

Your dad is so cute.

I just wanna take him home
and stuff him and put him
on my mantle.

Be my guest.

Bye, Vince.

When you get the high-tech
equivalent of a blown fuse,

you can't just go
to any old computer store
to get it fixed.

You have to go here.

And you better bring cash--
a lot of it.

How's that?
Yeah, that hurts.

Duh.

It's been going on longer
than recorded history--

officially sanctioned
Natural History 101, that is.

We've always been hopelessly
outnumbered by humanity.

Had to find ways to blend in.

At first, it was easy.

Sometimes we even had it good.

China, of course,
was always a breeze.

Obviously.

But Europe was another story.

We let our guard down
for a few centuries,
and we paid the price.

So we went back
to the drawing board,
perfected our disguises.

Parchment, paper,
the finest Corinthian leather.

Then it was plastics.

Today, we've got
solid holograms...

50 years beyond what
the apes can dream of.

Project the photons
and, in a millisecond,
it becomes solid disguise.

- That's smooth.
- It's the quad processors.

Harmonic refresh, antishock.
Gotta love it.

It's good.

Computer store
fix you up?

Damn it, Ernie,
I'm off the basil.
I don't have a girlfriend.

Technology's all I do
for fun anymore.

What's up?
Hmm?

Where we going?

New assignment.
What new assignment?

Louise's kid brother,
Rupert,

joined some cult called
Voice of Progress.

Trying to find his inner
dinosaur or something.

Slit his wrists
two nights ago.

Guess he didn't like
what he found.

Or somebody
didn't like him.
Is that what the cops think?

- That's what Louise thinks.
- Based on what?

He was a well-adjusted
young dinosaur.

And you told Louise
we'd check it out.

- Yeah.
- For free.

So little brother
was a metal sculptor, huh?

Yeah.

He actually made a living
from this stuff?

Rupert's body was found in bed.

Suicide by talon.
That was Patterson's conclusion.

Of course, it's not like
he took a real close look.

Catching perps is not
his first order of business.

Get the human cops
away from the crime scene.

That's the priority.

Lieutenant Patterson.
No sign of forced entry.

Suicide.

You smell anything?
No.

But, then,
I didn't think I would.

Cleaning crew had already
been on the scene
to make sure...

no errant cell samples
with dino D.N.A.
were laying around...

to freak out some C.S.I. unit.

You know what, Vince?

Crab dude.

Dino standing
outside The Dragon.

I passed him
right before I went in.

He smelled like a crab
baking in the sun.

It was nasty.

That's his scent
on the brick outside.

I don't smell nothin'.

Believe me, he was here.

He killed Rupert.

Or maybe he's an art lover.

"Voice of Progress."

The lies we tell ourselves...

are worse than
the lies we wear.

That's the message
of Voice of Progress.

Your number one daughter's home.

I got dim sum.

Kung pao chicken.

Hi, Gabe.

I thought you were
going to the library.

I was, but...
I'm here instead.

Um, sorry about your brother.

Thank you. Thanks.

Um, the memorial service
is tomorrow.

I can loan you
a dress.

Thanks.

She's just using you, Dad.

I know.

Then... why?

You get to a point where
it doesn't matter anymore.

I just want the company.

I hope I never
reach that point.

I hope so too.

Daddy, it's just--

I think that she
might know about me.

Not possible.

She walked in on me
the last time
she was here.

She doesn't know.

Then why does she
look at me like-- like--

like there's
something wrong?

I will never
bring her here again.

You can still see her, okay?

It's-- I don't want her
seeing me, you know?

I know.

Pops?

Damn it, Pops,
you got your feet out--
in front of the neighbors.

This oregano's a month old.

You're gonna get sick.

Come on.
What?

Get up.
Go to your nest.

Yeah.

A lot of dinos get old,
they don't care.

Tired of eating with a knife
and fork and chopsticks...

when they could just
use their talons.

Tired of sleeping in a bed
when a nest feels better.

They just get tired
of the whole damn game.

Pretend you're something
you're not for 70 years.
Maybe you'd do the same.

I'll let you know
when I get there.

...that we consecrate--

...the waters from which
we all spring.

Let's reflect on the life
of this young individual...

and dwell not
on the circumstances
that took him from us.

Rupert was cremated...

as all dinosaurs must be
by council law.

Private ceremony--
family, friends...

and half a dozen dinos
in funny green suits.

It turns out they were members
of Voice of Progress,

the cult Rupert joined
just before he was killed.

Shame about Rupert.

Nice jacket.

Yeah, "the lies we tell
ourselves are worse
than the lies we wear."

Hmm. Except your lie's stylin'.

Mine's just kind of
thrown together.

You've heard
the Voice of Progress?

Yeah, I borrowed a couple
of tapes from Rupert, but, um,

it was a little over my head.

It is simplicity itself.

Circe says,
"Embrace what you were.

Become what you are."

Circe? Who is she?

- The Voice of Progress.
- Oh.

There is a gathering tonight.

Circe herself
will be speaking.

You may bring a guest.

Thank you.

There you go.

Thank you.

I think we should
stay straight for this.

Like I can't handle
a sprig of rosemary?

Ladies and gentlemen,

let me introduce to you Circe,
the Voice of Progress.

I'm gonna need a double
for this gig.

Did it hurt,

that first little disguise?

Right from the egg when
your tiny, growing body...

was forced into a shape
it was never meant to take--

contorted and bent and broken.

Did it hurt...

when your parents
told you to stay away
from the neighbors' kids...

because they were real
children and you were-- what?

A monster?

Trick or treat!

Oh, my God.
You're precious.

Vinnie Rubio?
Great costume.

Godzilla, right?
You're Godzilla.

He's Flintstones,
honey.

Get the camera.

Come on, Vinnie.
We're going home.
Dad! Why?

You can be killed for this.
Do you understand?

Killed.

Did it hurt the first time
you fell in love...

with one of them?

Vince, I'm sorry.

If you think I'm
pushing you too fast--

No.

No, that isn't it.

I thought
all boys wanted was sex.

It's really nice
that you don't.

No, I said
that's not it.

We can wait
till we're married.

I don't mind.

See? Not pushing.

Don't say
let's just be friends.

I don't love you anymore.

You're lying.

Vince.

Of course it hurt.

Every moment we live this lie
wounds us.

And finally, it will destroy us.

But we've been destroyed before
and were reborn.

Destruction brings change,
brings evolution.

That is the message
of Voice of Progress.

Got religion?

Let's nose around.

Oh.

Dinos gave up raw meat
about 10 million years ago...

after we discovered fire.

This was one giant step
backwards for dinokind.

Like I want
any of that mess?

Do you believe
in Voice of Progress?

I think maybe I do.

I'm not quite sure
my checkbook agrees though.

How are you feeling?
Well, Circe says our true
feelings are buried--

I mean about Rupert.

You were at the funeral.
I was there too.

No reason for you
to remember an old
triceratops like me, but...

I remember you.

Because it looked like
you'd been crying.

I have a daughter
about your age, and...

I could always tell
when she was upset.

Poor Rupert.

Were you close?

He joined Voice of Progress
because of me.

What do you mean?

We met at the club
where I work.

You feel a little...

responsible for what happened,
being that you're the one
who got him into all this.

Well, some members have deep
psychological problems...

that even Voice of Progress
can't cure.

Did Rupert strike you
as being suicidal?

He didn't know
what he was doing.

I think somebody
killed Rupert.

If you keep your nose up,
you might be able
to help me find out who.

Sometimes a scent
sneaks up on you.

You don't even know it's there.

And then it hits...

and you realize you haven't
felt like this in years.

Come on a little strong,
don't you?

I've been accused
of that before.

Huh.

Parsley, sage,
rosemary and thyme.

The fumes alone could
stone a herd of brontos.

Herbs this pure
don't come cheap.

They must be your high rollers.

This isn't Reno, Mr. Rubio.

You know my name.

I must be certain
of those around me.

My work is very important,
more than anyone knows.

Misunderstood prophetess.

That's part of the routine,
isn't it?

The cynical
private investigator.

That's part of the routine,
isn't it?

You know what I do
for a living.
And where you live.

No point in giving you
my phone number.

- Hmm.

You really believe
all that stuff you say?

Do you really believe
any of that stuff I say?

No.

You're lying.

It's a habit of mine.
Join the club.

Will that get me
into a steel room
with a dead cow?

Strategy, Mr. Rubio.

Disarming flirtation
followed by
an unexpected question.

Is it working?
The flirtation I mean.

What about the party animals
in that room?

Our training
is designed to strip away
eons of pretense--

anything that is not
true dinosaur.

They kind of looked insane.

Is that what
you were going for?

Insanity or raw,
pure saurian nature?

I'll bet the council
doesn't know about
your unpasteurized dinos.

Have dinner with me
this week?

Depends what's on the menu.

How much can you handle?

Raal Danaar,
this is Vincent Rubio.

It's a pleasure.
Likewise.

Raal is one of our
biggest investors.

Vincent is here to learn
about Voice of Progress.

It's been a real education.
What have you learned?

Keep an eye on my wallet.

Remaking the world
has a cost.

The whole wide world, huh?

And I thought
this was just a party.

This-- all of this--

can be what we
want it to be.

You were at Rupert's funeral.

You ought to keep him
on a shorter leash.

How did you know Rupert?

A friend of a friend
of a friend of a--

You really believe
it was a suicide?

That's what
the official report said.

I unofficially spent
the afternoon there.

Stuck my nose in every corner
and out the window.

What were you doing
at The Dragon, Vincent?

Council owed me some money.
What about you?

- A business proposal.

Seemed like the council
didn't want his business.

So here you are, a partner
in Voice of Progress,

and Rupert's dead.

Paranoia, Mr. Rubio?

Must be the herbs.

Cheers.

When the crab dude
was standing
outside The Dragon,

he must've been waiting
for Raal to finish his
business with the council.

Which means
he's on Raal's payroll.

Which means
if he did kill Rupert,
Raal must have given the order.

But why? A kid like Rupert's
no threat to a guy like Raal.

Maybe Rupert knew something
he wasn't supposed to know.

Like?
I can't answer that.

Meet Asteroid 2003 QQ47...

on a possible collision course
with Earth.

E.T.A. 2014.

Only this time,
the dinosaurs will be ready--

ready to crawl out of
our fallout shelters...

and take back
the world we lost.

You try not
to think about that.

It's like the lottery.

You better not count on it,
or it'll just make you crazy.

Then there's Mr. Raal.

...all of this-- can be
what we want it to be.

Doesn't sound like he's waiting
for an asteroid to hit.

Don't.

What's wrong?

You know.
I can't.

We've been together
for months,

and I still haven't
got past level one.

Level one?

What do I look like--
Super Mario Bros.?

I don't know
what you look like.
So?

Listen, do I
smell nice to you?

You know you do.
You--

You smell like a bowl
of Kellogg's Red Berry.

I think peaches and cream
is what you're goin' for.

I don't care
what you look like,

but I still need to know
what you look like.

Why can't you understand
the difference?

I understand the difference.

- Rhys-- Rhys, I can't, okay?

Just please...

accept that for now.

What are we waiting for?

For the world to change.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, no.
You don't have to.

I'll call you tomorrow.
Call me tonight.

It already is tonight.
Then later tonight.

I'm just gonna be here.

How you doin', Rhys?
Hey, Mr. Watson.

Calling it quits already?

Yeah.

Gabby?

Hey. What's with your boyfriend?
He seems kind of down.

Did he do something
to you?

He didn't do something to me.
That's the whole problem.

He can't do something to me,
'cause I'm a freak.

Easy on the ginger, Pops.

Unless you wanna spend
the next three hours
in an audio hallucination.

Well, it's better than listening
to you complain about another
case you can't figure out...

- when the solution is obvious.
- Are you gonna complain
about me...

complaining about another case
when the solution is obvious,
or are you gonna help?

You got a murder meant to look
like a suicide...

and a connection to this cult
called Voice of--

Progress.
Whatever.

- What's your point?
- In my experience,

which I gained,
you might recall,

trying to put
clothes on your back
and food in your gullet.

I appreciate
your great sacrifice.

Hah.
Pops.

The point is...

sometimes the more
a case looks like
a one-off,

the greater
the probability
it wasn't.

So Rupert wasn't
the only victim?
That's my bet.

Hello?

Gabe, what's up?
Nothing.

How's Pops?
Abusing the wok.

Gabrielle? You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, look, we got--
we got a lot extra.
Why don't you come over here?

No, that's okay.
I'm fine.

Say hi.

I took Pop's advice and
dragged Lieutenant Patterson,

our stegosaurus
on the police force,
out of bed.

He got a list of dino suicides
statewide, just in case
Rupert wasn't alone.

Yeah, it's a problem.
You'd have to be a dentist
living in Norway...

to have a higher likelihood
of doing yourself in.

We obtained a list
of Voice of Progress members
on file with the council.

We cross-checked the names
and came up with two more
that fit Rupert's profile,

both of them
Voice of Progress members...

who allegedly killed themselves
in the last two weeks.

I'm afraid we can't release
any information on Mr. Mackey.

We're private investigators.
I understand that, sir.

Perhaps there's somebody else
we could talk with, like a--
a supervisor maybe?

Ernie means, "Is there
a dino in the house?"

An appointment.
Uh, you know I-I have a card.

Of course, we can't exactly
come out and say that.

Dinosaurs make up
about 1/10th of 1/10th...

of one percent
of the population.

Put away that abacus.
That's one in 10,000.

A definite minority,
but we try to place ourselves
in strategic locations--

jobs where
we might be of benefit
to our little community.

So, there was a good chance,
if Ernie and me stood here
a little longer,

long enough to let
our pheromones circulate
through the air conditioner,

that somebody would--
May I help you?

Zeke Mackey.

He killed himself
just last week.

He was a... triceratops.

One of our own.

Sorry for your loss.
Likewise.

There's nothing worse
than a triceratops without
other triceratops around.

Herd animals, you know.
They hate being alone.

We had lunch
every day.
Mm-hmm.

The only dinos
in the department.

What sort of work
did he do here?

Transfer unit.

Transferring inmates?
The green mile.

120 green miles actually.
He moved condemned prisoners...

from San Gennaro pen
to death row upstate.

Well, thank you.

You've been a big help.

We can find our own way out.
Come on, Ernie.

- Ernie.

Hey.

What are you
doing for lunch?

- Ernie.
- I'll pop some ramen
in the microwave.

Make it for three.

Next up was Maurice Jones,

successful T. rex Realtor
and third member of the Voice
of Progress's suicide club.

He dealt exclusively
in high-end residential,

so his purchase last month
of an abandoned industrial yard
seemed worth checking out.

It's time for a holiday
in the subtropics.

We can't afford a holiday.

You know,
you're just too shy
to lay naked on a rock...

with a bunch
of strange reptiles.

So?

So, don't you ever
just wanna drop the disguise...

and run stark naked
across the sand?

Let your horns out,
your stubby little tail
flap in the breeze...

and be the triceratops
you always knew you could be?

Stubby little tail?

That's the trouble
with you "toppers."

Sixty-five million years,
you still haven't learned
how to cut loose.

You smell that?

A dozen dinos,
36 hours ago.

They were feeding.

Okay, the lab identified
the remains you found
on Maurice Jones's property.

Bone and muscle tissue...

from four different inmates
from San Gennaro prison.

Huh. They escaped...

during transfer
to death row.

I remember that. It was all over
the news about a month ago.
All four of them got away.

Zeke Mackey worked
for the prison system--
death row transfers.

Zeke Mackey
helped 'em escape.

But what he was really doing
was handing 'em over
to some dinos.

Who bundled 'em off
to an abandoned yard
owned by Maurice Jones.

Where they became
the main course at some
Voice of Progress picnic.

What about Rupert?

How does Rupert
fit into all this?

I mean, wasn't he
an artist or something?

Metal sculptor.

Louise said he had just gotten
a real job on the side--

a trucking company.

What was he
doing here?

They didn't have a commercial
operating license.

I mean, they wouldn't
have hired a metal sculptor
to answer phones in an office.

Then what's left?

Hood ornaments.
Bingo.

Steel plating.

Was that necessary?

Rupert was here.

Hey! Hold it!

Voice of Progress is trying
to turn a bunch of dinos...

into full-on predators
with a taste for human blood.

Brainwashing them with
psychological exercises.

And God knows what else.
I know what else.

Tarragon gas.

SWAT team busted
what they thought...

was a crystal meth lab
a couple of days ago.

What they found
was 500 dried plants...

and a half a dozen canisters
of vaporized tarragon.

Of course that didn't mean
squat to the apes, but...

we know better now,
don't we?

Tarragon was a banned herb.

Inhaled as a gas,
you were ready
to take on King Kong.

The cow in the dark room,
four human dudes
in a steel tank.

That's just an appetizer.

Which is where
Rupert comes in.

What's the best way
to transport...

a shock troop of dinos
hopped up on tarragon...

and armed with talons and fangs
that could go through
a quarter inch of steel?

Hire a metal sculptor
to reinforce the back
of the truck...

with double that amount
of steel.
Yeah.

Zeke, Maurice and Rupert
all knew something...

that could've exposed
the entire operation,
so Raal had 'em killed.

Made it look
like a suicide.

But where's he aiming
a truck full of dinosaurs?

Shopping mall,
civic center, ball game.

Talk about making a splash.

A dozen dinos tearing
through a crowd of humans.
What would it take to stop 'em?

- The National Guard?

Rocket launchers, tanks.

Hundreds of people
dead by then.
All of it on the news.

That's just what Raal wants.
But why?

"Destruction brings change,
brings evolution."

Voice of Progress.

Dinos will be exposed
as a threat.

Humans will retaliate.

We'll have no choice
but to fight back.

There's always a choice.

No. The apes won't give us one,
and you know it.

It will never be
the right time
until we make it so.

You overestimate
our population's willingness.

If we force the issue,
they'll have no choice.

You overestimate my patience.

Your patience is irrelevant.

Viva la revolución.

No. No revolution unless
it's approved by every council
in every city in the country.

You give me hard evidence
tying Raal and Voice of Progress
to any of this,

and I'll hand 'em over
to the council.

Of course that evidence
was nowhere to be found.

It never is
with a guy like Raal.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

What?
Tell me what?

A lady called.

What lady?
Oh. Gee, don't remember.

Thanks.
Wrote it down.

Sounded hot to trot.

I had a million questions
to ask her.

I had a thousand questions
to ask her.

I had a hundred questions
to ask her.

Screw it.

Hello.

It's Keri.

Rupert's friend
from Voice of Progress.

I saw something.

Mr. Raal is bringing
something weird into the club.

Some kind of canister.

Stay where you are.
I'll be right there.

- Give me the address.
- Address?

Our club. The club.
Everyone knows, jerk.

That's the tarragon talking.

This is Vince. Leave a message.

We could get Raal
busted on an herb charge,
shut him down tonight.

Where are you, Vince?

Dad?

Gotta go to the club.
It's 3:00
in the morning.

Dad! Um--

Uh, they're not
gonna let you in.

Why not?

Come here.

It's a tough door.

Give me a good shot.

Does it look good?

Uh, I'm with her.

What does she look like?

Like that.

Stay here.
I can help!

I said stay here!

Gabe! I'm so glad
that you're here.

- I hate it when we fight.
- Me too.

Uh, I can't really
talk right now!
It's not really a good time.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Lieutenant Patterson, please.

Shh.

Of course it hurt.

Every moment
we live this lie
wounds us.

You used to have
a more anonymous look.

What made you go
for the babe suit?

- Trying to impress the apes?
- What if I am?

Well, I'd say that was
a strange choice...

from the leader
of a dinosaur potential
movement.

Maybe I want to lead more
than just dinosaurs.

I thought this face
could be useful--

open up some doors that
might stay closed otherwise,

as long as we live
in a human world.

How long is that gonna be?
Till the end of the week?

Huh? Tomorrow?

Raal bought the gun.
The Voice of Progress
provided the bullets.

- And with your training
and-and your tarragon--
- Tarragon?

- Just tell me what
he's aiming at.
- I don't understand.

The "shot heard
round the world."

Let the humans know we're here.
Let the battle begin.

Vince.
Is-Is that
what has to happen?

Is that the price
that has to be paid
to change all this?

I don't know.

Me neither.

Maybe I bust you
to the council,

or maybe I join you
on the front lines.

Where's he aiming
that truck?

Ernie? Ernie.
Meet me.

They got her, Vinnie.

They got
my little girl.
We'll get her back.

It won't be so easy.
So what?
We're going after her.

There's a problem.
What problem?

Gabrielle, she's--

She's not what--

She's not what
you think she is.

What are you talking about?

It was Gabrielle.

Gabrielle in a bottle,
and that was bad.

Real bad.

Put that away, Ernie.

She picked it out herself.

Peaches and cream,
when she was 12.

Thought it would...
be nice,
make her special.

I'm not having
this conversation.

Twenty-two years ago,
I was on a "locate."

I don't want to hear this.

Some hippies, freaks, they--

They had photos, documents.
They were gonna blackmail
the council. They had to go.

- Shut up, Ernie.
- Found 'em over on Seventh.

- I--
- Stop talking.

Five of 'em,
armed and dangerous.

I'm not hearing this.
Ow!

You are gonna hear this,
Vincent,

if it's the last thing
you ever hear.

The council brought in
some Allosaurs from Detroit.

Real meat eaters.

- Well, what could I do?
- What everybody always does.

You turn her over
to the council...

for placement
in a foster home
with a human family.

That's not the way
it played out.

I guess not.

I hired a nanny, a--

a lady ape.

She helped me out
for the first couple years.

Then I let her go.

I brought Gabe up
the rest of the way myself.

You told her everything?

From the get-go.

I told her it was her choice.

She could be a human,
or she could be a dinosaur.

Then I told her it was me
who located her parents...

to have them killed,
and you know what she said?

You did the right thing, Dad.

She was a dino
in her heart
and in her mind.

She's human, Ernie.
There's not a damn thing
anybody can do to change that,

no matter how much
fake pheromone you dump
on the back of her neck.

It's a done deal.

Vince, she is what she is.

Yeah, a human pretending to be
a dino pretending to be a human.

If the council found out,
they'd kill her and you,

not to mention me.

What are you gonna
do about it?

We'll get her back.

And then?

You'll be the first to know.

- This is Watson.

if you don't mind.

- Rubio.
- Did you have a nice time
last night, Vince,

with our mutual friend?

Uh, where's Gabrielle?

Just answer the question.

Yeah, great time.
You want the, uh--
You want the blow by blow?

- Later perhaps.
- Gabe!

- Gabe, where is she?
- Oh, our, uh--
our other mutual friend.

She's with me.

Tell him all about it.

- Vin?
- Gabe, we're right here.

- Everything's okay, honey?
- Everything's okay.

My compliments.

Your daughter has a very
pleasant fragrance,

if a little understated.

That always happens
when I get scared.

My scent glands shut down.

Her pheromone's wearing off.

- Sorry.
- No need to apologize.

- If you harm one hair
on her head--
- Shut up.

Put Rubio on, please.

Never negotiate
with an immediate relative.

- If you harm one hair
on her head--
- My demands are simple.

Sit down, relax,
put your feet up
and stay where you are,

precisely where
my colleague can see you.

Now, if the sharp-eyed gentleman
tells me that you've
left the building,

the young female will die.

If something
should happen to him
and I should miss his call,

the young female will die.

All you have to do is nothing.
Do not move. Do not interfere.

And when this is all over,

I'll release her...

into a new world, Vince.

Our world.

- There's no way
out of this, is there?
- Well, we do what he says.

We sit tight.

Until her pheromones
wear off completely?

Until he figures out
my daughter's really an ape?

Until he lets those killers
loose in public
to start his revolution?

Ernie, maybe it's time.
Time for what?

- To stop living like this.
- Like what?

This!

Everything we do,
everything we say is a lie.

That's life, Vince,
even for them,
even for the apes.

No. They get to be
who and what they are.

Do you think so?

They don't have a clue
who or what they are.

They wear more disguises
than we do.

- Then that's their problem.
- What about Gabe?

Gabe can take care of herself.

You lied to me, Ernie.
Ten years!

You betrayed our friendship!

- What?

- Tell me you found her.
- Uh, no. I'm sorry.

But we got
a possible lead.

That penthouse owned by
one of Raal's businesses,

5001 Lincoln Ave.

Serves you right.

You think I care?
I'll wear the rubber suit
if I have to.

- You kept the old latex?
- There's no reason to toss away
a perfectly good disguise.

All right, listen.
Get your gym clothes
and go sit down behind the desk.

Yeah.

We're good.

No sign of your daughter.

Not much else here either
except mah-jongg.
Yeah.

One tile is faceup.

Oh, he wasn't playing
the game.

He was using it
to make a decision.

To help him pick a target.
Like flipping a coin.

Exactly.

- What does it mean?
- It means we're gonna
get in the car.

And then I'm gonna tell you
where we're going.

No backup?
No, we do this my way
or not at all.

I don't know what you
have planned, Vincent,

but if anything
happens to Gabe--

I know.

Is there a problem?

No problem.

I believe we are in danger.

You know, it's not
always easy to notice
the absence of something.

Your scent.
It's taken a holiday.

Turn around.
Turn... around.

Ah, there it is.

How ephemeral.

Your skin feels almost real.

- Interesting design.
- Prototype.

I'm a beta tester.
Huh.

May I?

It's got some bugs.

Sometimes it just
doesn't turn off.

Yeah.

We're almost there.

Very good. Make sure
you're not being followed.

They're gone.

- Kill her.

Dad!

Dad.

Do it.
Open the door.

Why would I want
to do that?

Because it's time.

Right. You made that decision
for all of us, huh?

- Somebody had to.

Now it's your decision.

It's why we're here--
to make history.

Every moment
we live this lie
wounds us.

Open it, Vince.

A dragon.

Uncertain of your target,
you selected a tile at random.

Since Dragon is the name
of this establishment,

an attack on the council
would seem...

a reasonable interpretation.

A place for your dinosaur
revolution to begin,

chosen by Chance itself.

Convenient, since this council
was standing in the way
of your plans.

Yes.

I would not be surprised...

if he consulted
with the tiles
more than once...

until he got
the answer--

he was hoping for.

The mind of Chance
is not always easy to know.

Take your dragon home.

You are always
welcome here, Raal.

Make sure he gets home
without incident.

What?

He was gonna kill all of you.

Open confrontation
with humanity.

The possibility has crossed
all our minds.

We must... reconsider.

One question.

Did you know?

What do you want
to hear?

The truth for once.

Does that matter now?

It does to me.

Why didn't you
let it happen?

What do you want
to hear?

The truth for once.

I don't know.

Hey.
You all right?
Hey. Yeah.

You live your whole life
thinking the world is one way,

and all of a sudden
it's something else...

or could be something else.

How do you decide?

Do you follow your instincts?
Flip a tile?

People-- predators just like us.

Maybe we go extinct
for all time.

Why not give it a shot,
see what happens?

It would be so easy.

Hey. Vin.

Maybe that's the problem.

It's not supposed to be easy.

Where you been?

Sorry, man.
Hey.

Let's go.