Kenyon: Since lot was afraid to stay in zoar,
He and his two daughters settled in the hill country,
Where he lived in a cave.
The firstborn said to the younger,
"our father is getting old,
"and there is not a man in the land to have intercourse with us
"as is the custom everywhere.
"come, let us ply our father with wine
"and then lie with him,
"that we may ensure posterity by our father."
So that night they plied their father with wine,
And the firstborn went in and lay with her father.
The next day the firstborn said to the younger,
"let us ply him with wine again tonight,
"and then you go in and lie with him."
So that night, too, they plied their father with wine...
(grunts)
...And then the younger one went in and lay with her father.
And so it was that the two daughters of lot
Became pregnant by their father.
And thus, lord, we maketh your word our command.
All: Amen.
(congregation singing)
Female pastor: Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here
In the sight of god, and in the face of this family,
To join together this... (crowd gasps)
(people clamoring)
(glass breaking)
(women screaming)
Cooper: What do you feel like? Italian? Thai?
Are we really gonna do this?
Do what? I'm hungry.
Not talk about it.
I'll probably get turned down.
The trial... Nobody gets in this thing. It's false hope.
Did you hear what the doctor said?
I mean, were you even listening?
He said the prognosis...
He said he couldn't predict.
No, he said the trial was your best shot.
If you don't want to do it, fine.
Do it for me. I can live with that.
I just want to think about it.
There's nothing to think about.
I don't care if you get fat.
I don't care if you lose your hair.
You're applying for this trial, you're gonna be accepted.
Do you understand me?
I am not losing you.
Soon as I get to the office, I'll make the call.
Woman: Sir, you're next.
Liz: Dmv? Really?
I've never even seen you drive.
That little fellow, the one through the glass,
His name is glen carter.
His mother calls him jelly bean.
Loathsome individual who, sad to say,
Possesses an uncanny ability to locate anything.
(sneezing)
(sighs)
I presume you've heard of justin kenyon.
The smiling public face of the militia movement. Who hasn't?
Yes, the very voice of reason.
The rebel darling of the fringe right,
Charming, rustic,
Camera-ready.
The perfect spokesman to spin vile hatred and prejudice
Into treacly dross that passes
For plain-spoken common sense.
Forget it.
Excuse me?
Justice knows exactly who justin kenyon is. We know what he is.
The church of the shield is a cesspool of polygamy,
Doomsday paranoia,
Ritualized elder and child abuse.
But he also has four of the most
Prominent civil rights attorneys in the country
On retainer.
We can't touch him.
How do you suppose he pays for those high-priced lawyers?
Charitable contributions?
His church has been audited by the irs
Every year for the past decade.
His books are impeccable.
So are mine.
Justin kenyon. Head of the church of the shield,
A polygamist cult located on a 15,000
Acre reserve in the smoky mountains.
Kenyon declared it a nation-state
And petitioned to secede in us district court three decades ago.
According to reddington,
Kenyon has dozens of shipping containers buried on his property.
Terrorists, cartels and criminals
Contract with him to store cargo,
No questions asked.
Reddington compiled a partial inventory from his sources.
It includes all manner of contraband,
From drugs, hot merchandise to military ordinance,
Anti-aircraft guns, missiles, rpgs, semtex.
Sounds like a one-stop storage facility for the criminal underworld.
In 1982, kenyon published a book
Entitled the silver bear prophesies,
Which he purported were delivered to him
By the spirit of an ancient druid elder.
In it, he claims to be the latter-day incarnation
Of an entity the silver bear called "the ken'yon."
How convenient.
Ken'yon and his followers will ascend into heaven for six days,
And return to, and I quote,
"...Rain fire upon the new babylon,
"the defiled states of america,
"and our children shall cleanse her streets
"with the blood of her founders' enemies."
According to reddington, kenyon has fallen off the radar.
His clients have been unable to reach him
Or anyone on the compound since last Saturday.
Which means they don't have access to their stored goods.
As you can imagine, this makes
A number of very dangerous people
Very, very nervous.
(glen laughing)
Not interested. Can't be done.
Glen, you've found things for me with far less to go on...
Ernie's retirement party's tonight.
I got to pick up the shrimp platter.
You found jerry minkie's wife
After she ran off with that uber driver.
The one with the subaru.
I don't even like shrimp.
You found the other guy, who was it,
That mobster who was hiding out in needles.
Glen, look, you and I, we've had our differences,
But I have enormous respect for your abilities.
You know that.
If anyone can help me, it's you.
It's not the shrimp, it's the dip. That sauce.
I don't like sauces.
You know what? Forget it. I don't need this.
What are you so upset about?
There isn't a retirement party, is there?
You're making it up.
That's what this is about, this is what you want,
To see me get all lathered up.
You're pathological, you realize that, right?
Ernie's shrimp platter? You can't be serious.
Do you even see the irony in that?
(sighs)
Tell me about the safe.
Glen, I'm upset.
Your spook friend. He said it was critical.
(sighs)
As I've already told you, he said
There is a safe. In st. Petersburg.
On the second floor of, I don't know where,
A bank, an apartment.
He died before he could tell me more.
The spook.
What was his name?
Alan fitch.
Alan...
Fitch!
Kenyon's been off the grid for three days.
According to his own words, that gives us 72 hours
Before he delivers his version of armageddon.
His counsel has assured us nothing is amiss
And under no circumstances
Are we to attempt direct contact.
They've already won two civil judgments
On kenyon's behalf for harassment.
That was before we knew he was sitting on enough ordinance
To arm a third-world country.
This could all go south fast and end up looking very badly.
I don't give a damn how it looks.
Well, that's a luxury we cannot afford.
Not after waco and ruby ridge.
We are looking at a tactical nightmare.
Seventy-eight square miles of virgin forest,
A mountain stronghold with enough food and potable water
To withstand an armed siege for months.
And even if, by some miracle,
We manage to put down resistance
And seize that compound without loss of life,
Without harm coming to the 26 children who reside there,
What if reddington is wrong?
Lizzy, exactly when have I been wrong?
I told you, there are political considerations.
If we raid kenyon's compound and come up empty-handed...
You will not come up empty-handed.
But if we do, then we'll have validated kenyon's allegations
That the federal government are a pack of jack-booted thugs.
We will have raised him up as a martyr for the constitution.
That's exactly what he wants.
Lizzy, I have gone to considerable lengths
To point you and your team in the right direction.
And now, due to "political considerations,"
People will die.
And when they do, and the bureaucrats decide
That the loss of innocent lives trumps their career prospects,
You be sure to give me a call.
Unit b-261 to dispatch,
Run a check on a late-model chevy van.
Tennessee plate number, delta, oscar, charlie,
771.
Woman over radio: Unit b-261,
That tag number is 10-40, stolen,
Registered to a 2005 jeep cherokee, copy?
Copy that.
Show us your hands!
Hands! Outside the window! Now!
(tapping)
What the...
Hold your fire! It's just a...
Atf estimates there was enough semtex in that van
To level five square blocks.
Ressler: Anything on the victims?
Vaporized. The presumed dead include
Two alabama state troopers and the occupant of the van. (cellphone ringing)
Yeah.
We just got footage of the explosion.
Hold your fire! It's just a...
It's just a what?
The vin numbers on the van's differential
Match a vehicle registered to kenyon's church of the shield.
Judge is signing the search warrant as we speak.
Also, the plates were swapped out for one stolen off a cherokee
At a truck stop 5 miles down the road from the kenyon compound.
I got a hit on another set of plates stolen from the same location.
Another van. Passed through a toll booth
On the md 200 headed into d.C.
Ressler: Reddington was right.
If we'd listened to him, we wouldn't have a gang of fanatics
Joy-riding with enough ordinance to level a small city.
Ressler and keen, get to that compound.
The warrant should be sealed and delivered by the time you arrive.
Navabi. The van.
Find out everything you can.
(cellphone ringing)
Harold cooper.
Dr. Levin, hello.
Was I accepted?
I see.
You don't...
Jeff, you don't owe me an apology.
I know you did everything you could.
Thank you.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
Hey. I just got off the phone with the doctor.
I'm afraid it's bad news.
I am not taking you to st. Petersburg.
You are if you want to know where the safe is.
How do I even know you've found it?
You don't.
But I've got two weeks of vacation I've got to take
Before the end of the year or I lose it.
It's February!
We could take your jet.
Have a few laughs on the way, some of those nuts,
The honey roasted ones.
I want what I paid for.
The location of the safe.
Can I be honest with you?
I doubt it.
I've never been out of the country.
My dad, our vacations as a kid,
We drove everywhere.
South dakota. Florida.
But you, I look at you
And all the places you go.
And I'd just like to do that once.
Plus, I think it'd be fun.
I feel like we might have a good time.
I'm screwing with you. I was born in london.
But I've never been on a private jet.
Anyway, I clock out at 5:30.
I'll need to stop by the house,
Grab a shower, feed the turtle.
I can have a bag packed and be wheels up by 9:00.
Liz: Sheriff, have you met kenyon?
Meryl: He makes a habit of coming into town for breakfast.
He's a bit of a blowhard,
But always friendly, cooperative.
Plus, the church has provided volunteers for community events,
Search and rescue operations.
So what are you suggesting? We collar this guy
At the next rotary club pancake breakfast?
Meryl: I'm suggesting he can be talked to. He's reasonable.
And I'm suggesting you let my boys handle this,
Instead of lighting this whole mountain up,
And starting world war iii.
Liz: What are the odds we'll be met with armed resistance?
It's a dead certainty.
You step one foot on kenyon's land without his express consent,
He'll put a bullet in you, badge or no badge.
Now, we've cleared the estimated kill zone.
And we've evacuated the surrounding areas.
We're waiting on a sniper team now.
"hold your fire. It's just a kid."
It's just a kid.
Excuse me, miss. Take this.
Hey. Hold on!
Hey, halt! No!
Return to the firing line!
Do not approach the suspect!
Return to the firing line! Do not approach the suspect!
Hi.
I'm samar. What's your name?
Do you know what that does?
You planned on killing a lot of people today.
Was that your mission?
It's not going to happen. Do you see?
They're all too far away.
There's no point, now.
It's just the two of us out here.
If you push that button, only two of us are going to die.
Do you understand?
Just you and me.
And I don't want to die today.
Do you?
Come on out.
Come.
Come here, give me your hand.
It's gonna be okay.
Go! Go!
Liz over phone: Kenyon is unaccounted for.
Fifty-three of his followers, slaughtered.
No sign of him.
That's puzzling.
It appears all the adults were murdered
And the children are gone.
Kenyon's ideology has always been about
Vanquishing the infidels and rising to power.
Not about killing their own. This is a group of survivalists.
They might've been attacked by a rival militia.
We found a number of dead bodies surrounding the perimeter.
Reddington: And the storage containers?
Liz: Located, secured and searched about a dozen of them so far.
They've been pretty much cleaned out.
No weapons, no ordinance.
According to an inventory list,
We're missing small arms, rpgs,
Three hellfire missiles,
Plus over a ton of semtex,
C4, demex and plastite. (thudding)
What was that?
That was a vase.
What about the vehicles?
All the church's vehicles are accounted for except for one.
(object shattering) another bomb.
Something's gone sideways, lizzy. (object clattering)
Kenyon is the devil we know,
But now, either others are involved,
Or there's been a complete breakdown in the organization.
Either way, be careful out there.
(toilet flushing)
You're sure this is the apartment?
This is the apartment. You're positive?
Your tone is insulting.
My tone?
I endured 13 hours with you on my jet,
12 of which you had your shoes off.
You snored. You insulted my flight attendant.
I thought she was pregnant.
Glen. The safe.
We haven't found it yet, have we?
I know everything one can possibly know about alan fitch.
I worked on this round the clock,
And you know how irritable I can be
If I don't get my 10 hours.
I've reviewed six years of bank records
And I traced the cash payment he made to purchase an apartment
In this very building, on this very floor.
Trust me, the safe is here.
I don't trust you.
What the hell is this?
The title to apartment 221.
Apology accepted.
What?
We're in apartment 212.
Glen: You don't know the cross that I bear,
The things I've had to overcome.
My dyslexia...
You're not dyslexic. Dembe: Raymond.
Glen: Oh, really, doctor?
Is that your professional opinion?
I forgot to pack my medication.
I was shocked when you told me I could come along.
It threw me.
I left my dyslexia pills on the counter...
There are no pills for dyslexia.
Get this to sorenson for a trace on the number.
Cooper: How old is he?
Samar: He's 10. Cooper: 10?
What the hell are we dealing with here?
I've seen this before in fanatical sects.
The children are indoctrinated from the time they're born,
Force-fed by rod and rote.
In this case,
The gospel according to justin kenyon.
To rain fire upon the new babylon.
Oh, my god. Coroner's preliminary report
On the massacre at the compound.
What do you got? Aram: Not a shot was fired.
Every single one of those people was stabbed,
Strangled, stomped or bludgeoned to death.
Dear god...
And something else.
Field office in richmond just got a call
From a former cult member, dawn weston.
Swears our truck-bomber is her son.
Liz: She's our only surviving witness.
Meryl: Of a crime committed in my jurisdiction.
That makes her my responsibility.
Look, these are dangerous people.
We have an entire unit tasked with providing protective custody.
There's no point in hashing this out now.
No matter how this shakes down,
The first thing we need to do is
Get that girl safely off this mountain, agreed?
(camera shutters clicking)
What are you looking at?
Watchers.
Watchers?
Shh.
(whispering) it's a secret.
(engine starts)
I thought he was dead.
Your son, finnian.
Finn. We always called him...
(sobbing)
Finn.
There are some things that you need to understand
About justin,
About the way that things were.
You see, his word was not just the law,
It was the word of god himself.
Justin was our oracle, he was our burning bush.
I understand.
You don't. You can't. Not unless you were there. You...
God, what have I done?
Tell me.
According to justin, each man
Was to take unto himself three wives.
Which wasn't a problem in the early days.
But as we began to have children,
He must have seen the flaw in his plan.
What flaw?
There were too many boys, of course.
More than half the children were, you know, male.
And so he began "the walkabout."
The walkabout?
First new moon in January, lots would be drawn among the boys.
We would have a great feast in celebration.
And the chosen one would be the guest of honor.
He was treated as a man.
How old were "the chosen?"
Eight or ten.
Just before the onset of puberty.
After the feast, the boy would be awakened
And taken deep into the woods. And then...
Samar: You left him there. In the middle of nowhere.
In the bitter cold.
Dawn: He said there were too many.
(gunshot) (tires screeching)
You're hurt.
I'm okay. Ressler's pinned.
Liz: Ressler, talk to me. You injured?
Ressler: I don't think anything's broken.
I'm stuck.
I can't budge this thing.
(ressler grunting)
Radio's shot.
Anybody got cell reception?
Mine's busted.
(grunts)
Somebody live back there?
Not that I know of.
You wait by the car with amy.
I'm gonna see if I can go get us
Some help, check out that smoke.
Keep an eye on that girl.
Shouldn't you be prepping for your
Confirmation hearing? (laughs)
It's a no-brainer.
You're looking at the next attorney general.
I'm happy for you, tom.
For us, harold. For us.
I want you to consider taking the director's chair.
Tom, I don't know.
This is what we've always talked about.
A rising tide lifts all boats.
I'm flattered, tom.
But I can't.
I'm not leaving here with a no.
I'd love to take you up on this, tom, you know I would.
But I'm dealing with some health issues.
What, harold, is it serious?
To be honest with you, yeah. It's very serious.
There was a clinical trial that held out some hope, but...
Look, you didn't come here to talk about my health.
I'm happy for you.
I really am.
Amy: Are you in the fbi?
Yes, I am.
My daddy says all the people who work
For the fbi are gonna go to hell.
Some days it feels like that, sweetheart.
He says they're gonna burn in a lake of fire.
(twigs cracking) who's there?
What is it?
Shh.
Hey, starkweather! Shh.
It's them.
Who?
The watchers.
(leaves rustling)
Sweetie, come here.
Get down. Get down.
(grunts)
(song playing over truck stereo)
Finn: The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
Finn.
The father said to his servants, "quick!
"put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet."
Do you remember me?
Come on.
Mama?
(softly) yeah. Come here.
(sobbing)
You're telling me that this attack
Was masterminded by a bunch of kids?
Not just kids. A tribe.
Militarily instructed by their elders from the time they could walk
In tracking, evasion techniques,
Hand-to-hand combat, firearm training.
And left to die in the woods?
Starting with kenyon's own son, david.
Cooper: Why?
Samar: The gospel according to kenyon,
"and each man shall have unto himself three wives."
There were too many boys.
It was the only way to maintain the ratio.
That mountain was supposed to kill the boys, but it didn't.
It was a crucible.
The weak died, injuries, disease, exposure...
Get out of here! Come on! Get out!
Samar: ...But the strong survived,
Perfectly adapted, with their own laws,
Their own society, their own gods.
Chief among which was justin kenyon.
Was? David is their leader.
A few weeks ago, he declared his father an apostate.
He said that justin had abandoned his calling
And that it was up to them to fulfill the prophecies of ken'yon.
Did he tell you where this final truck-bomb was headed?
The only people who know are the other drivers and david.
I can't raise liz or ressler.
Samar, my dear. Bump in the road I can help smooth over?
Or have the clouds finally parted and this is a social call?
She's missing. Agent keen?
And ressler. They were supposed to
Deliver a witness two hours ago.
They haven't been seen since they left kenyon's compound.
Have you mounted a search?
I'm on my way out to assist hrt,
But there are hundreds of square miles of rugged terrain.
It could take days.
The weapons.
Agent keen said there was a complete inventory list.
Do you have it?
We have a manifest. Why?
Send it to me.
(music playing over truck stereo)
Ressler!
(breathing heavily)
(motorcycle engine revving)
(screaming)
(grunting)
Raymond.
(man groaning)
Oh, that's a shame. Dendrobium?
My own hybrid. I call them snows of everest.
Lovely.
Friend of yours?
A small accounting problem.
Ruth...
Ruth.
I'm afraid I'll need your undivided attention.
Put on his parka.
Tie him from the back of the snowmobile.
I'll be out in a minute.
Very well. You have my attention.
Ruth, I will be forever indebted to you,
If you could be so kind as to provide me with the activation codes
For the hellfire missiles you have
Stored at justin kenyon's compound.
(beeps) yes.
Are you navabi? Yeah.
It's for you.
This is samar.
Agent navabi, what do you know about hellfire missiles?
What does that have to do with anything?
Quite a lot, actually.
There were three of them stolen from the compound.
I've since acquired their activation codes.
You're gonna launch three hellfire missiles?
(laughing) don't be silly.
We just activated the cameras in their nose-cones.
I've seen quite a lot of activity,
But then boys will be boys.
Liz and ressler. Not sure.
I have two other views,
Only one of any tactical value.
It looks like they're in some sort of
Large hand-built structure.
Where?
Funny you should ask.
In standby mode,
The guidance systems ping gps coordinates
Every 30 seconds. You ready?
Go.
(twigs snapping)
Hey.
Who are you?
My name is elizabeth.
(leaves rustling)
David: This isn't about me or the others, father.
This is about you! Your legacy, not mine!
You think I haven't seen it?
Read it?
Prevarications and betrayals.
Tell me who you are.
Who's in charge?
Caleb: Ken'yon.
I want to talk to him.
Caleb: Only david talks to ken'yon.
You disgust me.
Caleb: David.
David!
What?
Caleb: The prisoner wants to talk to you.
Caleb, watch the road. Make sure nobody else comes.
Where are the others?
Amy's safe. Along with the others.
She's gonna be one of my wives.
We're all gonna get married. All of us.
As proscribed by ken'yon.
And the man, ressler.
What have you done with him?
(groans)
David: See? He's alive.
(grunting)
(exclaims)
Freeze! Move away from him!
Step away from him!
I said freeze!
Officer 1: Federal agents!
Officer 2: Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Let's go.
Officer 3: Down on the ground!
Officer 4: Don't move! Show us your hands!
Officer 5: Back off!
Yeah. Kenyon's upstairs.
Officer 6: Get this guy right here. Get him out of here.
He's gone.
Kenyon.
Stand down! We found the...
What?
The third van.
Get these kids out of here.
See if you can locate those missing girls.
They've got to be around here somewhere.
I'll call for backup. No backup!
Just round up these kids with the personnel
We've got and clear out.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't come any closer.
I've got 300 pounds of explosives in this van!
Go ahead!
That's what he wanted, isn't it?
What do you know?
I know your father wanted you dead.
He sent us out there to make us stronger.
To be warriors.
To fulfill his prophecy.
All those boys,
They wouldn't have made it, if it weren't for you.
Taking them in, teaching them how to survive.
Your father never wanted them.
He never wanted you.
But you're not your father, david.
You're better than him.
You're right.
I am.
Caleb: Coward!
(guns firing)
(officers shouting indistinctly)
Atf's been over the grounds,
They've searched the buried containers.
If you're wondering about what you stored there, it's long gone.
What's this?
A key.
I bought you an apartment at the audrey.
Top floor, splendid view of the potomac.
Why?
It's time to leave the motel behind.
I'm happy where I am. Thank you.
You've been many things lately, lizzy,
But happy is not one of them.
That motor lodge you call home crushes the spirit,
Smothers the soul.
And do you think a view is gonna change that?
I once stayed at a villa in bali
With a view of the indian ocean.
Every morning, all I saw before me was...
Possibility.
That and a gorgeous housekeeper named putu, who...
Thanks, but no thanks.
I wish you'd stop.
Stop what?
Trying.
Stop hoping things are gonna get better between us.
You and me, it's just business.
That's all it's ever gonna be.
â™ª somewhere
â™ª beyond the sea
â™ª somewhere waiting for me
â™ª my lover stands on golden sands
â™ª and watches the ships...
Single malt.
Highland, if memory serves.
I got you in.
Tom, I thought I was clear.
I appreciate you thinking I'd be a good director, but...
Screw the director.
I got you into the trial.
At georgetown.
What? How?
(laughs) good questions.
I know a guy who knows a guy.
(exhales)
Cooper: Wait?
Am I taking another patient's spot?
Because I couldn't accept that.
That wouldn't be right.
(laughing) righteous to the end. Relax.
It was going to be 35 patients, and now it will be 36.
Thank you, tom.
There are good ships and there are wood ships.
The ships that sail the sea...
The best ships are friendships.
And may they always be.
The number from the safe traces to a blind exchange.
We can't identify the party you'll be speaking to.
(line ringing)
Man: Yes?
I'm calling on behalf of alan fitch.
The safe. You found the safe.
Who the hell is this?