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๐Ÿ”ด Script: 2:12 The Kenyon Family

 

๐Ÿ”ด Script: 2:12 The Kenyon Family

 
Last updated: 6/6/2015 00:00 am, Program originally aired 2/19/2015 in the US
Script Status: FINAL with Twitter image links
Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-Fd
Slideshow Link: https://youtu.be/w-E_mY-RyHA (8/2/2015)
Raw Scripts from Springfield [UK]: http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu (dump of captioning)
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1AOHsIM
 
Blurb: A religious survivalist sect which favors child marriage and polygamy, stores contraband on its grounds for criminals. Red follows up on the instructions Alan Fitch gave him to find a safe in St Peterburg. Red buys Liz an apartment.
 
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Director: David Platt
Writers: Jon Bokenkamp, Daniel Knauf, Vincent Angell

 

SERIES STARS:
 
Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington โ€“ James Spader
Elizabeth Keen โ€“ Megan Boone
Donald Ressler โ€“ Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper โ€“ Harry Lennix
Tom Keen โ€“ Ryan Eggold
Aram Mojtabai โ€“ Amir Arison
Samar Navabi โ€“ Mozhan Marnรฒ

 

GUEST STARS:

Tom Connolly โ€“ Reed Birney
Justin Kenyon โ€“ Stephen Bogardus
Dpty AG Reven Wright โ€“ Adriane Lenox
Glen Carter โ€“ Clark Middleton
David Kenyon โ€“ Eric Nelsen
Charlene Cooper โ€“ Valarie Pettiford
Mary McCann โ€“ Meryl Starkweather
Dembe Zuma โ€“ Hisham Tawfiq

 
Note: Below is the script from Springfield http://bit.ly/1Do56Zu (which is really just the captions) with formatting and the names of speakers added, as best I can recall after several viewings. Not every line has a speaker assigned. Red’s lines are bolded. I am sure there are mistakes. If there is a better source, please let me know on Twitter @BlacklistDCd.
โ™ค = my favorite lines

 

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๐Ÿ”ด Script 2:12 The Kenyon Family

 
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.
[ Insects chirping ]
Kenyon: “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. 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: โ™ซ Amen! down to the river to pray
studying about that good old way
and who shall wear that starry crown good Lord,
show me the way oh, sisters,
let’s go down let’s go down come on down
oh, sisters, let’s go down down to the river to pray
as I went down in the river to pray โ€ฆ “

Woman: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the face of this family to join together this โ€“
[ Woman gasps, people murmuring ] [ Glass breaking ] [ Women screaming ] [ Screaming intensifies ]

Cooper: What do you feel like โ€“ Italian, Thai?
Charlene: Are we really gonna do this?
Cooper: Do what? I’m hungry.
Charlene: Not talk about it.
Cooper: I’ll probably get turned down. The trial โ€“ nobody gets in this thing. It’s false hope.
Charlene: Did you hear what the doctor said? I mean, were you even listening? I mean, he said the prognosis is โ€“
Cooper: He said he couldn’t predict.
Charlene: No, he said that the trial was your best shot. You don’t want to do it, fine. Then do it for me. I can live with that.
Cooper: Just want to think about it.
Charlene: 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.
Cooper: Soon as I get to the office I’ll make the call.

Liz: DMV? Really? I’ve never even seen you drive.
Red: That little fella, the one through the glass, his name is Glen Carter. His mother calls him “Jelly Bean.” A loathsome individual who, sad to say, possesses an uncanny ability to locate anything.
Woman behind him: Achoo! [ Coughs ]
Red: [ Sighs ] I presume you’ve heard of Justin Kenyon?
Liz: The smiling public face of the militia movement. Who hasn’t? Yes.
Red: The very voice of reason, the rebel darling of the fringe right โ€“ charming, rustic, camera-ready, the perfect spokesman to spin vile hatred and prejudice into treacly dross that passes for plainspoken common sense.
Liz: Forget it.
Red: Excuse me?
Liz: 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 โ€“ we can’t touch him.
Red: How do you suppose he pays for those high-priced lawyers โ€“ charitable contributions?
Liz: His church has been audited by the IRS every year for the past decade. His books are impeccable.
Red: So are mine.

Liz: Justin Kenyon โ€“ head of the Church of the Shield, a polygamist cult located on a 15,000-acre reserve in the Smoky Mountains.
Aram: Kenyon declared it a nation-state and petitioned to secede in US District Court three decades ago.
Liz: 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 and hot merchandise to military ordnance, antiaircraft guns, missiles, RPGs, Semtex.
Ressler: Sounds like a one-stop storage facility for the criminal underworld.
Liz: In 1982, Kenyon published a book entitled “The Silver Bear Prophecies,” 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.”
Samar Navabi: How convenient.
Liz: Ken’yon and his followers will ascend into Heaven for six days and return to โ€“ and I quote โ€“ “Rain fire upon the New Babylon, the defiled States of America, and our children shall cleanse
her streets with the blood of her founder’s enemies.” According to Reddington, Ken’yon 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: [ Laughs ] Not interested. Can’t be done.
Red: Glen, you have found things for me with far less to go on.
Glen: Ernie’s retirement party’s tonight. I got to pick up the shrimp platter.
Red: You found Jerry Minkie’s wife after she ran off with the uber driver, the one with the Subaru.
Glen: I don’t even like shrimp.
Red: You found, uh, the other guy โ€“ who was that? โ€“ 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.
Glen: It’s not the shrimp. It’s the dip, that sauce. I don’t like sauces.
[ Paper rustles ]
Red: You know what? Forget it. I don’t need this.
Glen: What are you so upset about?
Red: There isn’t a retirement party, is there?! You’re making it up! That’s what this is about! This is what you wantโ€“ 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? [ Groans ]
Glen: [ Sighs ] Tell me about the safe.
Red: Glen, I’m upset!
Glen: Your spook friend โ€“ he said it was critical.
Red: [ 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 โ€“ a bank, an apartment. He died before he could tell me more.
Glen: The spook โ€“ What was his name?
Red: Alan Fitch.
Glenn: Alan โ€ฆ
Red: Fitch!!!

Cooper: 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.
Wright; 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.
Cooper: That was before we knew he was sitting on enough ordnance to arm a third-world country.
Wright: This could all go south fast and end up looking very badly.
Cooper: I don’t give a damn how it looks.
Wright: Well, that’s a luxury we cannot afford, not after Waco and Ruby Ridge. We’re looking at a tactical nightmare โ€“ 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 โ€“ what if Reddington is wrong?

[On phone]
Red: Lizzy, exactly when have I been wrong?
Liz: I told you โ€“ there are political considerations. If we raid Kenyon’s compound and come up empty-handed โ€“
Red: You will not come up empty-handed.
Liz: But if we do, then we’ll have validated Kenyon’s allegations that the federal government are a pack of jackbooted thugs. We’ll have raised him up as a martyr for the Constitution. That’s exactly what he wants.
Red: 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.

Police: Unit B61 to Dispatch, run a check on a late-model Chevy van, Tennessee plate number Delta-Oscar-Charlie-7-7-1.
Woman: Unit B261, that tag number is 10-40 stolen, registered to a 2005 Jeep Cherokee.
Copy?
Copy that.
Police: [ Gun cocks ] Show us your hands! Hands outside the window now! What the โ€“ Hold your fire! It’s just a โ€“ ๐Ÿ’ฅ Explosion ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Liz: ATF estimates there was enough Semtex in that van to level five square blocks.
Ressler: Anything on the victims?
Samar Navabi: Vaporized. The presumed dead include two Alabama State troopers and the occupant of the van.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Yeah? We just got footage of the explosion.
Recording: “Hold your fire! It’s just a โ€“ ๐Ÿ’ฅ Explosion! ๐Ÿ’ฅ “
Samar: It’s ‘just a’ โ€“ what?

Aram: The VIN numbers on the van’s differential match a vehicle registered to Kenyon’s Church of the Shield.
Cooper: Judge is signing the search warrant as we speak.
Aram: Also, the plates were swapped out for one stolen off a Cherokee at a truck stop five 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 tollbooth on the MD 200 headed into DC.
Ressler: Reddington was right. If we’d listened to him, we wouldn’t have a gang of fanatics joyriding with enough ordnance to level a small city.
Cooper: Ressler and Keen, get to that compound. The warrant should be sealed and delivered by the time you arrive. Navabi, the van โ€“ find out everything you can.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Harold Cooper. Dr. Levin, hello. W- was I accepted? I see. You know, Jeff, you don’t owe me an apology. I know you did everything you could. Thank you.
[ Beeps, dialing ]
Cooper [to wife]: Hey, I just got off the phone with the doctor. I’m afraid it’s bad news.

Red: I am not taking you to St. Petersburg.
Glen: You are if you want to know where the safe is.
Red: How do I even know you’ve found it?
Glen: You don’t. But I got two weeks of vacation I got to take before the end of the year or I lose it.
Red: It’s February!
Glen: We could take your jet, have a few laughs on the way, some of those nuts โ€“ the honey-roasted ones.
Red: I want what I paid for โ€“ the location of the safe.
Glen: Can I be honest with you?
Red: I doubt it.
Glen: I’ve never been out of the country. My dad, our vacations as a kid, we drove everywhere โ€“ South Dakota, Florida. But you โ€“ 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.
Red: [ Sighs ]
Glen: [ Scoffs ] I’m screwing with you! I was born in London, but I’ve never been on a private jet.
[ Clears throat ] 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.
Red: [ Sighs ]

Liz: Sheriff, have you met Kenyon?
Sheriff: 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.
Liz: So, what are you suggesting โ€“ we collar this guy at the next rotary club pancake breakfast?
Sheriff: 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?
Sheriff: 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.

Man: Now, we’ve cleared the estimated kill zone, and we’ve evacuated the surrounding areas. We’re waiting on a sniper team now.
Samar: Hold your fire. It’s just a kid. It’s just a kid.
Excuse me, miss?
Samar: Take this.
Loudspeaker: Hey, h-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!
Samar: Hi. I’m Samar. What’s your name? Do you know what that [ trigger to bomb ] 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 on. [ Breathing heavily ] Come here, give me your hand. It’s gonna be okay.

[ lovely gospel musicโ™ค plays as FBI discovers slaughter at Kenyon compound ]

โ™ซ โ€ฆ show me the way
oh, brothers, let’s go down,
let’s go down, come on down
down in the river to pray
as I went down in the river to pray
studying about that good old way
and who shall wear the robe and crown?
good lord, show me the way
oh, brothers, let’s go down โ€ฆ

Ressler: Go, go!

โ™ซ โ€ฆ let’s go down, come on down
come on, brothers, let’s go down,
down in the river to pray
oh, mothers, let’s go down, come on down,
don’t you want to go down?
come on, mothers, let’s go down,
down in the river to pray โ€ฆ

Liz: Kenyon’s unaccounted for. โ€ฆ Slaughtered. โ€ฆ No sign of him.
Red: That’s puzzling.
Liz: It appears all the adults were murdered and the children are gone.
Red: 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.
Liz: They might have been attacked by a rival militia. We found a number of dead bodies surrounding the perimeter.
Red: And the storage containers?
Liz: Located, secured, and searched โ€“ about a dozen of them so far. They’ve been pretty much cleaned out โ€“ no weapons, no ordnance. According to an inventory list, we’re missing small arms, RPGs, three Hellfire missiles, plus over a ton of Semtex, C4, Demex, and plastite.
[ Crash! “Jelly Bean” Glen is rooting around โ€ฆ ]
Liz: What was that?
Red: That was a vase. What about the vehicles?
Liz: All the church’s vehicles are accounted for, except for one.
Red: Another bomb. Something’s gone sideways, Lizzy. [ Object rattles ] 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 flushes ]
Red: You’re sure this is the apartment?
Glen: This is the apartment.
Red: You’re positive?
Glen: Your tone is insulting.
Red: 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!
Glen: I thought she was pregnant.
Red: Glen, the safe! We haven’t found it yet, have we?!
Glen: 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.
Red: I don’t trust you. What the hell is this?
Glen: The title to apartment 221. Apology accepted.
Red: What? We’re in apartment 212.
Glen: You don’t know the cross that I bear, the things I’ve had to overcome โ€“ my dyslexia.
Red: You’re not dyslexic!
Dembe: Raymond.
Glen [sarcastically]: Oh, really, “doctor”? Is that your professional opinion? 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.
Red: There are no pills for dyslexia! [ To Dembe ] 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?
Samar: I’ve seen this before in fanatical sects. The children are indoctrinated from the time they’re born, force-fed by rod and rote โ€“
Cooper: In this case, the gospel according to Justin Kenyon. To rain fire upon the New Babylon.

Aram: Oh, my God. lโ€“ 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.
Aram: And something else. A field office in Richmond just got a call from a former cult member โ€“ Dawn Weston. Swears our truck bomber is her son.

Liz [ refering to little girl, Amy ]: She’s our only surviving witness.
Sheriff Starkweather: Of a crime committed in my jurisdiction. That makes her my responsibility.
Ressler: 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 โ€“ agreed? [ Camera shutter clicking ]

Ressler: What are you looking at?
Amy: Watchers.
Ressler: “Watchers”?
Amy: Shh, it’s a secret.

Finn’s Mom: I thought he was dead.
Samar: Your son, Finnian.
Mom: Finn, we always called him. [ Sobs ] Finn. [ Sobbing ] There are some things that you need to understand about Justin, about the way that things were. You see, h-his word was not just the law. It was the word of God himself. Justin was our oracle. He was our burning bush.
Samar: I understand.
You don’t. You can’t, not unless you were there. Youโ€“ God, what have I done? โ€“
Tell me โ€“
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’ve 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”?
Finn’s Mom: The 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?
Just before the onset of puberty. After the feast, the boy would be awakened and taken deep into the woods, and then โ€“
Samar: You left him there in the middle of nowhere, in the bitter cold.
Mom: He said there were too many.

[ Gunshot, tires screeching. SUV with Liz, Ressler, Sheriff, Amy runs off road ]
You’re hurt.
[ Sighs ] I’m okay.
Ressler’s pinned. Ressler, talk to me! You injured?
I don’t think anything’s broke, but I’m stuck. I can’tโ€“ I can’t budge this thing.
[ Grunts ] The radio’s shot.
Anybody got cell reception? Mine’s busted.
[ Sighs ] 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.

Cooper: Shouldn’t you be prepping for your confirmation hearing?
Tom Connolly: [ Laughs ] It’s a no-brainer. You’re looking at the next Attorney General.
Cooper: 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.
It’s 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.”
Cooper: I’d love to take you up on this, Tom. You know I would. But I’m dealing with some health issues.
Tom: What, Harold? Is it serious?
Cooper: To be honest with you, yeah. It’s very serious. There was a clinical trial that held out some hope, but, uh โ€“ Look, you didn’t come here to talk about my health. I’m happy for you. I really am.

Amy [little grl]: Are you in the FBI?
Ressler: Yes, I am.
Amy: My daddy says all the people who work for the FBI are gonna go to Hell.
Ressler: Some days it feels like that, sweetheart.โ™ค
Amy: He says they’re gonna burn in a lake of fire.
Ressler: Who’s there?! [ Rustling ] What is it?
Shh!
Hey, Starkweather!
Shh!
Amy: It’s them.
Ressler: Who?
Amy: The watchers.
[ Thudding ]
Ressler: Sweetie, come here. Get down, get down!

โ‹™ maybe I’ll try and make it all about the weather maybe I’ll try and make it โ‹˜

Finn: The only cure for corruption is disruption
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure for corruption is disruption.
The only cure โ€“
Finn’s Mom: Finn.

โ‹™ The father said to his servants, “Quick, put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.” โ‹˜

Do you r-remember me?
Mama?
Yes, Finn. [ Crying ]

You’re telling me that this attack was masterminded by a bunch of kids?
Not just kids โ€“ 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.
Why?
Come on, keep going.
Samar Navabi: The gospel according to Kenyon โ€“ “And each man shall have unto himself three wives.” There were too many boys. It was the only way to maintain the ratio. The mountain was supposed to kill the boys, but it didn’t. It was a crucible. The weak died โ€“ injuries, disease, exposure โ€ฆ

โ‹™ Get out of here! Come on, get out! โ‹˜

โ€ฆ 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.

Aram: I can’t raise Liz or Ressler.

Red: Samar, my dear, bump in the road I can help smooth over, or have the clouds finally parted and this is a social call?
Samar Navabi: She’s missing.
Red: Agent Keen?
Samar: And Ressler. They were supposed to deliver a witness two hours ago. They haven’t been seen since they left Kenyon’s compound.
Red: Have you mounted a search?
Samar: I’m on my way out to assist HRT, but there are [Sighs] hundreds of square miles of rugged terrain. It could take days.
Red: The weapons.
Samar: Agent Keen said there was a complete inventory list.
Red: You have it?
Samar: Well, we have a manifest. Why?
Red: Send it to me.

โ™ซ is that all there is? anyone anyone can you give me somebody?
someone someone – is that all there is?

Ressler?!

โ™ซ anyone anyone can you give me somebody

[ Breathing heavily ] [ Engine revving in distance ] [ Revving continues ] [ Screaming ]

Ruth [in middle of torture procedure]: Raymond! Ohh. [blood gets on flowers]
Red: Oh, that’s a shame. Dendrobium?
Ruth: My own hybrid. I call them “Snows of Everest.”
Red: Lovely. Friend of yours?
Ruth: A small accounting problem.
Red: Ruth. Ruth! I’m afraid I’ll need your undivided attention.
Ruth: Put on his parka. Tie him from the back of the snowmobile. I’ll be out in a minute. โ‹˜โ‹™ Very well. You have my attention.
Red: 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.

[ Beep ]
Yes.
Are you Navabi?
Yeah.
It’s for you.
Navabi: This is Samar.
Red: Agent Navabi, what do you know about Hellfire missiles?
Navabi: What does that have to do with anything? Quite a lot, actually.
Red: There were three of them stolen from the compound. I’ve since acquired their activation codes.
Navabi: You’re going to launch three Hellfire missiles?
Red: [ Chuckles ] 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.
Navabi: Liz and Ressler?
Red: 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.
Navabi: Where?
Red: Funny you should ask โ€“ in standby mode, the guidance systems ping GPS coordinates every 30 seconds.

You ready? – Go.
[ Insects chirping ] Hey.
Who are you? My name’s Elizabeth.
[ Branches cracking ]

David [ haranging his father who’s tied to a chair (and may be dead already) ]: This isn’t about me or the others, father. This is about you โ€“ your legacy, not mine! You think I haven’t seen it? Read it? Prevarications and betrayals.

Liz: Tell me who you are. Who’s in charge?
Ken’yon.
Liz: I want to talk to him.
Only David talks to Ken’yon.
โ‹™ You disgust me. โ‹˜
Caleb: David! David!
David: What? What?!
The prisoner wants to talk to you.
David: Caleb, watch the road. Make sure nobody else comes.
Liz: Where are the others?
Caleb: Amy’s safe, along with the others. She’s gonna be one of my wives. We’re all gonna get married โ€“ all of us. As prescribed by Ken’yon.
Liz: And the man? Ressler? What have you done with him?
[ Ressler grunts as he’s being dragged out ]
Caleb: See? He’s alive.
[ FBI Tactical Unit barges in ]
Freeze! Move away from him! Step away from him! I said freeze!
Man: Federal agents!
Man #2: Get on the ground!
[ Indistinct shouting ] Let’s go! Get on the ground! Don’t move! Show us your hands! Back off!
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Kenyon’s upstairs.
Get this guy right here.
Get him out of here.
He’s gone.

[ Kenyon (the head of the compound) is dead, tied to chair and โ€ฆ gyechh!!! gruesome) ]

Stand down!
We found the โ€“
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.
Call for backup.
No backup! Just round up these kids with the personnel we’ve got and clear out.
Yes, ma’am.

David (Kenyon’s son): Don’t come any closer! I’ve got 300 pounds of explosives in this van!
Liz: Go ahead. It’s what he wanted, isn’t it?
David: What do you know?
Liz: I know your father wanted you dead.
David: He sent us out here to make us stronger, to be warriors, to fulfill his prophecy!
Liz: All those boys โ€“ 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.
David: You’re right. I am.
[Shouts] Coward! [ Gunfire; David is killed ]

Liz: 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. [ Drawer closes ] What’s this?
Red: A key. I bought you an apartment at the Audrey, top floor, splendid view of the Potomac.
Liz: Why?
Red: It’s time to leave the motel behind.
Liz: [ Sighs ] I’m happy where I am. Thank you.
Red: You’ve been many things lately, Lizzy, but happy is not one of them.โ™ค That motor lodge you call home crushes the spirit, smothers the soul.โ™ค
Liz: And you think a view is gonna change that?
Red: 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 used to โ€“
Liz: Thanks, but, no, thanks. I wish you’d stop.
Red: Stop what?
Liz: 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.โ™ค

[ Crickets chirping ] [ Red and Dembe arrive at the Kenyon compound. Red enters the church, now abandoned, tips over pulpit and opens a trap door. They descend a ladder into shipping container. Red flips on the lights. There is a car covered with a tarp. Red removes the tarp. It’s a black limo, flying two flags one on either side of the hood: one, the U.S. flag, the other the flag of the President of the United States. On the side of the limo is the Seal of the President of the United States. Red takes out a key, opens the driver’s seat door and gets in. He flips on the cassette player, which plays “Beyond the Sea,” which makes him laugh happily. He goes to the trunk of the limo, opens it and takes out a briefcase-sized impact-resistant piece of luggage, closes hood. ]

โ™ซ Somewhere beyond the sea somewhere waiting for me
my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships

Tom Connolly: Single malt.

โ™ซ that go sailing โ€ฆ

Tom: Highland, if memory serves. I got you in.

โ™ซ beyond the sea

Cooper: Tom, I thought I was clear. I appreciate you thinking I’d be a good Director, but โ€“
Tom: Screw the Director. I got you into the trial. At Georgetown.
Cooper: What? How?
Tom: [ Chuckles ] Good questions. I know a guy who knows a guy.โ™ค

โ™ซ it’s far beyond the stars โ€“ it’s near beyond the moon โ€“

Cooper: [ Exhales lightly ] Wait. Am I taking another patient’s spot? Because I couldn’t accept that. That wouldn’t be right.
Tom: [ Laughs ] Righteous to the end. Relax. It was going to be 35 patients, and now it’ll be 36.

โ™ซ we’ll meet beyond the shore we’ll kiss just as before

Cooper: Thank you, Tom.
[ Cork pops ]

โ™ซ happy we’ll be beyond the sea

Tom: “There are good ships and there are wood ships.
The ships that sail the sea.”
Cooper: “But the best ships are friendships.”
Tom: “And may they always be.”

โ™ซ no more sailin’

Dembe: The number from the safe traces to a blind exchange. We can’t identify the party you’ll be speaking to.
[ Dialing, line ringing ]
Man: Yes.
Red: I’m calling on behalf of Alan Fitch…
Man: A safe. You found the safe?
Red: Who the hell is this?โ™ค
 

โŠฐ โ™ค โŠฑ
 

โ™ซ Down to the River to Pray
By Alison Krauss

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!

โ™ซ O sisters let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
O sisters let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe & crown?
Good Lord show me the way

โ™ซ O brothers let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
Come on brothers, let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way

โ™ซ O fathers let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
O fathers let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way

โ™ซ O mothers let’s go down
Come on down, don’t you wanna go down?
Come on mothers, let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way

โ™ซ O sinners, let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
O sinners, let’s go down
Down in the river to pray

โ™ซ As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way
 
Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1AQPMYD
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1Gqq27q Arr. by Philip Lawson

 

โŠฐ โ™ค โŠฑ

โ™ซ Beyond The Sea
sung by Bobby Darin

โ™ซ Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing

โ™ซ Somewhere beyond the sea
She’s there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms
I’d go sailing

โ™ซ It’s far beyond the stars
It’s near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

โ™ซ We’ll meet beyond the shore
We’ll kiss just as before
Happy we’ll be beyond the sea
And never again I’ll go sailing

โ™ซ I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We’ll meet (I know we’ll meet) beyond the shore
We’ll kiss just as before
Happy we’ll be beyond the sea
And never again I’ll go sailing

โ™ซ No more sailing
So long sailing
Bye, bye sailing
 
Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1CXlsbM
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1Mv1iKe

 
โŒโŒโŒ END 2:12

 

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For Twitter photo montage: โ‹™ from:BlacklistDCd since:2015-06-04 until:2015-06-07 [2:12 โ‹˜

 
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(Subset of images, collage created by Twitter)

 

TWEETS w Images

 

GENERAL ๐Ÿ”ท

๐Ÿ”ด Script: [2:12 Kenyon Family] http://wp.me/pDKwi-Fd w Twitter image links #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist Script Status: FINAL (updated)

 
PORTRAITS

๐Ÿฃ Red loves Lucinda’s coffee cake [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/LT5Zx4sjaQ

๐Ÿฃ “You’ve been many things lately, Lizzie, but happy isn’t one of them” [2:12 Kenyon] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/Qc2Q0ZdYq0

๐Ÿฃ I don’t need no freaking apartment’ [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/LwPoTKTM3C
โ‡ˆ โ‡Š โž” Red picture is the same
๐Ÿฃ Lizzie! He’s offering to be your sugar daddy, girl! [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist #askme http://pic.twitter.com/LM4oWY8yoK

๐Ÿฃ “Who the hell is this?” [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/UquO6ilrfl

๐Ÿฃ Where’s my Oxycontin when I need it? [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist piles of dead people http://pic.twitter.com/72h6vFXFqP

๐Ÿฃ ‘Just because you always win, Glenn, doesn’t mean you always win’ [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/RAH8xdIr1i

 
EPISODE-SPECIFIC (reverse chronological)

๐Ÿฃ At Red’s secret flat, Liz finds metal case Red got from Pres limo at the Kenyon compound [2:19 Caul] #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/yMGRyWwyw9

๐Ÿฃ “Who the hell is this?” [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/UquO6ilrfl

๐Ÿฃ What’s in the briefcase in the Presidential limo buried in the shipping container? [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist

๐Ÿฃ Red retrieves an impact-resistant case from Presidential limo hidden at [2:12 Kenyon] compound #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/ANqbdOPXPk

๐Ÿฃ “Beyond the Sea” contrasts w Red’s Navy past & sailing theme in Anslo Garrick [1:9]: freedom v “home” [2:12 Kenyon] http://pic.twitter.com/25mYVSXfKi

๐Ÿฃ Great song. Great smile. [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist Somewhere Beyond the Sea bit.ly/1CXlsbM http://pic.twitter.com/YIX7h5HBzI

๐Ÿฃ Red loves Lucinda’s coffee cake [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/LT5Zx4sjaQ

๐Ÿฃ I like this pic for some reason [2:12 The Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/drGLfcNAXY #eyelashes

๐Ÿฃ Now this is just plain gross [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist who thinks of these things? @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/E7oZVwbgmQ

๐Ÿฃ Liz tries to save David Kenyon [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/Cn6PIzqO7L

๐Ÿฃ “You’ve been many things lately, Lizzie, but happy isn’t one of them” [2:12 Kenyon] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/Qc2Q0ZdYq0

๐Ÿฃ ‘I don’t need no freaking apartment’ [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/LwPoTKTM3C
โ‡ˆ โ‡Š โž” Red picture is the same
๐Ÿฃ Lizzie! He’s offering to be your sugar daddy, girl! [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist #askme http://pic.twitter.com/LM4oWY8yoK

๐Ÿฃ Samar rescues one of the abandoned boys [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist (and herself) http://pic.twitter.com/n1bJX2phSL

๐Ÿฃ “I don’t want to die today” [2:12 Kenyon Family] @NBCBlacklist #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/r8587Xwj5k

๐Ÿฃ “My Daddy says everyone in the FBI Is going to Hell” Res: “Sometimes it feels like that, sweetheart” [2:12 Kenyon] http://pic.twitter.com/wwHNwPrMYu

๐Ÿฃ Where’s my Oxycontin when I need it? [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist piles of dead people http://pic.twitter.com/72h6vFXFqP

๐Ÿฃ Liz is in for a case of PTSD โ€ฆ [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist piles of dead people http://pic.twitter.com/p1P1vPnbwm

๐Ÿฃ The FBI discovers a terrible massacre at the Kenyon compound [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/jTtpGZxeYX

๐Ÿฃ Child marriage ceremony at the Kenyon Compound [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/eI4r7zils1

๐Ÿฃ Waiting for service at the DMV [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/L5JsrcQwg8

๐Ÿฃ ‘Just because you always win, Glenn, doesn’t mean you always win’ [2:12 Kenyon Family] #TheBlacklist @NBCBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/RAH8xdIr1i

 

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