The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 5, Episode 20 - Nicholas T. Moore (No. 110) - full transcript

- You okay? Can you keep going?
- Yeah.

- Is it them, Daddy?
- Stay put.

Here.

Stay right here. I'll be back.

Right on, sister. Power to the people.

- What was he doing here?
- Smokey? Just a visit. Bless his heart.

- He was worried about me.
- Should he be?

- No.
- Yes. The gunshot is not the issue.

- What concerns me is the concussion.
- You have a concussion?

So it seems. Dembe and I were
in a minor car accident.

You suffered
a significant blow to the head.



Any brain bleed appears to be under
control as of now, but that could change.

You're on bed rest. No argument.

If the headaches get worse
or you experience slurred speech...

This is wildly inconvenient.

So is dropping dead from a hemorrhage.

I'll have a trauma team on standby.
I don't want him leaving this apartment.

- So how does it feel?
- How does what feel?

To know the man responsible
for killing Tom is dead.

Tom died so I could know the truth.

The secret inside that bag,
that's still out there.

Garvey must have hidden it.

Now that he's gone, we have to accept
the fact that it may never be found.

I'm guessing you have no idea
where to find it.

It was Jennifer, wasn't it?



How you knew that Garvey would
betray our agreement...

- ...and try to kill me at the meet.
- Yes.

You knew where she was
and didn't tell me.

She's spent her life hiding from you.
I should honor her request.

I agree.

Good. So you accept
that she doesn't wanna see you?

- I do.
- So you won't go and see her?

You heard the good doctor.

It appears I'm not supposed
to go anywhere.

Red is gonna try and get to this girl.

- Thought he was on bed rest.
- He is, which gives us a head start...

...on finding out how she's connected
to Garvey and the bag.

A girl with leukemia walking alone
on the edge of New Hampshire?

No name, no parents,
no fingerprints or ID on file.

They think she walked out of the woods.

What makes you think the article has
any connection to the bag?

Red was reading it. He tried to hide it.

- Not very well, apparently.
- This girl is important.

This story has the hallmarks
of a case on the Blacklist.

A girl appears out of nowhere,
untouched by modern medicine.

No evidence of vaccinations, zero trace
of the toxins we encounter daily.

The only thing that Reddington
cares about is that bag.

Would he stop his search
to read some random article...

...about a girl with cancer
who walks out of the woods?

Pay the girl a visit.
See what we're dealing with.

Whatever Red's hiding,
it's time the truth came out.

You shouldn't be here.

I'm fine.

Dr. Lomay has always been
a nervous Nellie.

I'm not talking about Dr. Lomay.
You told Elizabeth...

I told Elizabeth I understood
why Jennifer wouldn't want to see me.

I never said I wouldn't try to see her.

What?

Ian Garvey.

I know he meant a great deal to you.

The answer's no.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

I know why you're here.

It's to see if he gave me a duffel bag,
and he didn't.

Yes, I believe you.

You should.

I don't care about your bag,
and I don't care about you.

If Garvey didn't give it to you,
it's possible he gave it to your mother.

- You're never gonna find her.
- Which means you know where she is.

After you abandoned us,
we lost everything.

Mom lost everything.

Her house, her friends,
her entire history.

Everything but her decency.

That, you cannot take from her.

I need to find Naomi.

Maybe. But you never will.

When she was brought in,
she was violent. We had to sedate her.

She tries to refuse treatment,
doesn't want anyone touching her.

- What's that on the floor?
- It was in her backpack.

Some mineral concoction.
Lab says it's harmless.

Psych team says she believes
it has protective powers.

- From what?
- Mind if I go in?

Be my guest.

It's okay.

I'm a friend.

Did someone hurt you?

Your parents, are they okay?

They took my dad.

Who took him? What happened?

No! Don't! You're infected!
Stay away from me.

No, no! No.

"It seemed to him that he had gone
a terribly long distance...

...when something tickled his nose.
That wonderful nose could smell..."

The scout team from north,
they've signaled. They found one.

They're bringing him in now.

Secure the perimeter.

Sound the distress signal.

Notify the men
we're bringing in an afflicted.

No, please.

No. Please.

- Where's the girl?
- Couldn't find her.

We think the Ollo may have taken her.

He's infected. Won't last the night.

Prepare the inglenook!

Okay, I have a lead.
There was another one found.

Forty-six miles from our Jane Doe.

- You have our attention.
- 2003, maintenance workers...

...from RBX Rail discovered
a deranged man in a remote section...

...in Grafton County. The man claimed
his name was W.P. Frost and was lost.

Law enforcement couldn't confirm
his identity, find any family...

- ...or the community that he left.
- He appeared out of thin air.

- Like our girl.
- He had no modern dental work.

His blood work exhibited
the same rare biological pathogens.

Is Frost alive? Can you put us in touch?

Between '05 and '08,
he was a ward of the state...

...committed to the Heinritz
Psychiatric Center in Concord.

He was under the care
of a Dr. Francis Woerner...

...who is an expert
in anomalistic psychology...

...which is "the study of extraordinary
behavior and experience...

...including those which are
often labeled paranormal."

Dr. Woerner, thank you for meeting us.

Of course. I'm curious about the child,
the one you found.

- You seen her file?
- I have.

I'm curious about what wasn't in the file.
Did she tell you about a contagion?

Anything from Stav?

Not in the last 10 minutes.

He's on her person and her phone?

Yes, and checking in more often than
my mother. Before the cancer got her.

If Jennifer visits Naomi or calls her,
we'll know.

Garvey must have had
a death switch in place...

...a way to get one of them the bag.

- We just need to find out what that is.
- Smokey needs to find out.

You need to rest and take your antibiotic.

Smokey will find out as soon
as he's finished adjusting his collar.

No, Smokey won't because Smokey's
a genius who already found it out.

Or found the guy who can tell us
what it is. Garvey's number two.

- Judson.
- As we speak...

...he's clenching his keister at the Holt
Federal Detention, an hour from here.

- Can we trust him?
- Pardon my French but:

As Alexander Fleming should have said,
but never did:

"Good intel is the best antibiotic."

When I met Frost, it was as if he'd come
from another time.

His knowledge of history,
science, pop culture...

...they all ceased in 1957.

As if they'd been erased
or simply never happened at all.

How did he explain the present?
Your computer, modern vehicles...

- The contagion.
- I don't know what that is.

Frost was a paranoid man,
haunted by delusions.

Early on, we believed...

...he might be enduring
hypnagogic hallucinations.

In the end, there was no explanation
other than what Frost believed...

...to be real was real.

That he'd somehow survived
a cataclysmic event...

...he called The Age of Contagion.

- Found it.
- Perhaps it would be best...

...if you heard it from Frost himself.

- Tell me again when it happened.
- June 24, 1957.

What happened on that day?
How did it get out of control?

Carl Davies. He was a tech
at a medical-research lab called Cyntax.

Suffered an accidental needle stick.
Within six hours, they'd lost containment.

England was infected the next night.
America, three days later.

- But you, you got out.
- Not me.

The elders.

They made it into the woods.

Only survived because there was
a wretched freeze, killed most of them.

A few uninfected survived.

Those survivors who went on to found
New Haven. They remain isolated?

Free from infection by the...
What do you call them?

The Ollo.

Remind me, who are the Ollo?

The others.

Like you.

The ones who carry the strain.

That's why we guard New Haven,
keep it pure.

What happens if someone
wanders away or gets infected?

Gotta get purified. Set clean.
Taken to the inglenook.

No, no, no.

No!

No, please!

I can't imagine how you must you feel.

- But remember, he strayed.
- No!

- No!
- He got himself infected.

He did this to your family.

What about my Maybelle?

We're searching.

But remember what has
to happen if we find her.

Frost was convinced
that the Ollo would come for him.

If he were found, he would have
to be purified by the inglenook.

His only protection was a dust
he called rhyolite.

No spirits could cross it.
He left circles on the floor of it.

We'd like to speak with Frost.

We got a call one night from Security.
Window was broken, sign of a struggle.

- So he escaped?
- Either that, or Frost was right.

And the Ollo came for him.

You all right?

My car. It was parked right here.
You see what happened to it?

"See"?

'66 Mustang? Burnt-orange metallic?
White racing stripes?

Ronnie, I couldn't take
my eyes off it. Stunning.

Who are you?
How do you know my name?

I know quite a bit about you,
Officer Glanton.

My first thought was to kidnap your wife.

Word on the street is, you may love
that vehicle more than the wife.

- I'm calling the police.
- That won't be necessary.

I just need a small favor.

What kind of favor?

There's an inmate
on the cellblock you supervise.

His name is Judson.
I need to have a word with him.

Judson? This is about Judson?

Help me make contact
and we'll return the car unharmed.

I took the liberty of calling you a cab.
Think about it.

I brought you something.

Rhyolite.

To keep the Ollo away.

What's your name?

Maybelle.

That's a pretty name.

My name's Elizabeth.

Are you from New Haven?

- How did you...?
- I know a lot of things, Maybelle.

I know about Davies,
Cambridge, the infection.

I know about the Ollo,
but I'm not one of them.

Can you take me to New Haven?

Keep me safe?

Are there others like us?

The Ollo came for us
when we tried to leave.

I got away.

They took my dad.

Why did you try to leave?

I'm sick.

My dad said he heard about people
who could help me.

Your daddy's a very smart man.

- What did they do to him?
- That's for Mr. Moore to decide.

Mr. Moore.

I'd like to meet him.

Can you take me to Mr. Moore?

- Excuse me.
- It'll have to wait.

- Sorry. They need her downstairs.
- I can call her doctor.

Her doctor's the one
that wants her in Microbiology.

Evidently, she's needed downstairs.

- Don't let him take me. I don't want to go.
- We're gonna figure this out.

- Is this really necessary?
- The child is ill.

And a victim.
We need to find her family.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, I'm here for the patient.

Jane Doe in 314.

- That patient was picked up.
- I'll take the service entrance.

I got the front. Notify security.
Tell them our Jane Doe's been abducted.

Put your hands up.

Gone? What do you mean, she's gone?

Overcome. Taken. She's vanished.

I've run hospital feeds, CCTV.

- What about the van?
- No plates, no clean shot of the VIN.

- Laundry service and number are fakes.
- And her cell?

Found a quarter mile from the hospital.

It's gonna be okay, Aram.

I pulled one image of the abductor.

But I can't find any matches
in the system.

- Send it wide.
- Can't believe this is happening.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Stop saying that, Liz.
Everything won't be okay.

Samar was taken by a professional.

We don't have a single lead
on how to find her.

I think I got something.

Keen said our Jane Doe mentioned
a name before she was taken.

- Yeah. Moore.
- Ran that through our database.

Get this. The bureau has an open file
on a missing male.

Nicholas Tyler Moore, 30 years old
when he vanished back in 1973.

- He's connected because...?
- He vanished from Grafton County.

Where our Jane Doe was found.

And where W.P. Frost was found
wandering the tracks.

- Any friends, family?
- A widow in Tamworth.

Go. Now.

One day, he just takes off.
Don't show up to work.

Don't come to church.
Nobody's seen him since.

He didn't leave a letter?
Ever try to call? No explanation at all?

Nicholas and I didn't have
a healthy relationship.

We found a girl we think may have seen
your missing husband.

- No, that ain't right.
- Ms. Moore...

...have you ever heard of Carl Davies?

What does that got to do with anything?

- So you have.
- Of course I have.

- He's the whole reason for New Haven.
- Where is that?

What is this really about?

The girl we found, she may be
from a place called New Haven.

Is that a fact?

Afraid of the Ollo?
Think they're coming to get her?

- Use rhyolite for protection?
- How do you know this?

The girl ain't seen my husband.

She just read his book.

Officer Glanton, welcome aboard.

I deliver the earpiece
and our business is finished.

- That's the agreement.
- You'll hold up your end?

Look to your left, Ronnie.

You'll find the car here when we're done.

The keys and a bonus prize for playing
will be under the left rear floor mat.

Pick it up.

Here you go. Sir.

- What?
- Shut up. Take it.

Don't look at it.

It's an earpiece.

Mr. Judson,
good to see you up and about.

I thought you might've suffered
the same fate as your employer.

- Reddington?
- We have unfinished business.

- You have something that belongs to me.
- The duffel bag?

I don't have it. I don't know who does.

Careful, Mr. Judson.

You're at a crossroads. What you say
next could determine the rest of your life.

Look, Garvey knew you were closing in.

A few weeks before he died,
I took him to the airport.

He had the bag with him when he went.

When I picked him up after,
it was gone.

Where did he go?

Costa Rica.

You want the duffel, that's where it is.

She's here.

Delivered as promised.

- Who's she?
- Don't you worry about her.

Yeah? Why not?

You contracted for the girl.
You got the girl.

I'll take care of this one.

Edward has fueled the jet.

If you insist,
we can leave within the hour.

You're a good friend who takes
better care of me than I deserve.

The pilot on Garvey's jet says a town car
was waiting for him on the tarmac.

Company dispatch gave me
the address where he was taken.

- Why would they tell you that?
- They didn't.

They told Detective Rodrigo Vallejo
del Organismo de Investigación Judicial.

My last fiancée taught me Español.

Raymond, it's her.

- Hello.
- I can take you to Naomi.

- What changed?
- I have questions I need you to answer.

I don't think you'll be honest
unless motivated.

A car will pick you up in half an hour.

I... I thought we were wheels up ASAP.

You still are. Track down that address.
Call me when you have.

Wait.

- I'm going without you?
- Best-case scenario:

Costa Rica tells us where the bag
has been and where it's going.

Finding Naomi Hyland may tell us
where the bag is.

Dembe, inform Edward
there's been a change of plan.

The Age of Contagion is a paperback
written by Nicholas T. Moore in 1971.

A group survives a plague
that nearly wipes out civilization.

They retreat to the forest to hide
from the infected, or the Ollo.

Everything we've learned from the girl,
W.P. Frost, it's all in this book?

New Haven, rhyolite,
warnings about leaving camp.

You think Frost wandered and stumbled
upon modern civilization?

The sick girl? Her father?

They went in search of modern medicine
for her, only to have him dragged back.

- Like Frost.
- If these people are isolationists...

...like the characters in the book,
then they think that we are infected.

According to the book, once infected,
the only way you can be purified...

...is by burning
in some giant furnace-like fire.

- Which is what they'll do.
- The girl.

And Samar.

- Why even bring her back?
- She could expose us.

So you're gonna what, burn her?

She is just a child.

The rules are the rules.
There's no way around it.

Look, Vera, I don't like it either.

But it's what has to happen.

It's what's best for everyone.

You said you had some questions.

How does this happen?

How do you close a restaurant down
in the middle of the day?

How can you be so calm when you're
on the FBI's Most Wanted list?

Please.

Would you like coffee? Or tea?
Something to eat?

No. Thank you. Just answers.

You haven't asked any real questions yet.

You've expressed curiosity about...

...the tricks of my trade.

A pedestrian form of legerdemain...

...mastered by any number
of experienced outlaws.

- That's not why you're here.
- No.

Okay, here's a question.
Why am I here?

You wanna know
why your father abandoned you.

I'll have tea.

Green, please.

Sir, sir, I think I found something.

So Jane Doe was found along
a remote road in New Hampshire.

W.P. Frost was found 46 miles
to the south.

- In Grafton County.
- Which is important.

Moore's book refers to something
that he calls an "invocation ceremony."

It's like a baptism.
It takes place in a waterfall.

Out of 85 waterfalls
in New Hampshire...

...twenty-five are in Grafton County,
and one, Stinson Brook Falls...

...is located just two miles
from where Jane Doe was found.

- Does it give us a search parameter?
- No, but this does. Okay.

Tax records deeding 580 acres
of wooded land...

...to a nonprofit entity
the same year that Moore vanished.

Go. Notify the team.

- Thank you, sir.
- For what?

Not saying, "It's gonna be okay."

So you're saying you were framed?

I'm saying a perfectly plausible narrative
was created.

By some shadow government
called the Cabal?

Secret societies exist.

The Cabal, the Trilateral Commission.

Private organizations
that harness powerful forces...

...to tip the scales in their favor.

Military engagements.

U.N. interventions.

Treaties.

The Cabal is the one
I stumbled across...

...and tried to destroy.

To prevent that, they tried to destroy me.

How does you getting targeted
by a scary group of people...

...who think they rule the world
explain why you abandoned us?

You weren't abandoned.

You were protected.

Right. So you forget my ground rules.

Which is I take you to Naomi
in exchange for honest answers.

In 1990, the KGB and the CIA...

...had almost nothing in common...

...except the mutual determination
to hunt down one individual.

- You.
- Being a fugitive...

...from American law enforcement
is easier...

...than being a fugitive from
the two most powerful nations on Earth.

And anyone close to a target
of theirs becomes a target themselves.

- Family.
- Especially family.

Unless they're...

...abandoned...

...on the side of a road...

...on Christmas Eve.

After you left,
we went into Witness Protection.

- Put where the Cabal wouldn't find you.
- Or my father.

An effective
albeit excruciatingly painful solution.

- "Effective"?
- You survived.

As did your mother.

To whom I hope
you are now willing to take me.

Mommy, please, don't let them take me.

Don't listen to her, Pearl.

Don't let that tainted spirit into your head.

Remind yourself she's been infected.

That is not our girl.

No, Mommy! No.

Help me.

No.

Help me.

Mommy, no! Help me!

No.

Mommy.

O God, we humbly beseech thee
for the soul of your servant Maybelle...

...that today thou hast commanded
to depart from us.

That thou wouldst not deliver her
into the hands of the enemy...

...but command that our precious
Maybelle be received by holy angels.

There's something in the trees. The Ollo.

Sound the alarm.

Everybody inside!

Positions.

Mommy. No.

Behind you. Look out. Look out!

We have containment!

It's okay. Maybelle, I'm here to help.

Okay?

Okay. Come on.

- Did you find her?
- Not yet. What do we know?

A dozen inside the big house.
Another 20 in the building behind.

They're armed with older weapons.
My men are clearing outbuildings.

- They're forcing a standoff.
- You haven't found her?

- Found who. Who's this?
- Aram, hold up.

I need a line to speak
to whoever's in charge.

- If they haven't found her, she's inside.
- We don't know that.

Or she's not inside and in more danger.
Someone in there knows.

- We have to go in.
- We can't and you know that.

- HRT's en route.
- We cannot wait for a negotiator.

- We have to do something now.
- Aram...

...I know how scared you are,
but calm down. We have a protocol.

They think we're the enemy.
That we are infected with some virus.

They won't just let us walk in.

Okay. We have a perimeter
at a 100-yard radius.

Snipers on the mark.
State Patrol's flanking along Route 116.

HRT can't land here. Terrain's rough.
We're staging in Benton and driving in.

- How long?
- Hour, 45 minutes tops.

- Did you get that line inside?
- My men can't find phone lines.

- Working on radio... Get him back here!
- Aram. Wait!

What are you doing, Aram?!

Stop him.

That's far enough.

I'm unarmed.

My name is Agent Aram Mojtabai.

I'm with the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

There was an FBI way before 1957,
so you know what that is, right?

There's no FBI anymore.

Oh, boy. Okay.

Yeah, see, you think that.

I know you were taught to believe that,
but I'm here.

And, you know, we're here.

And we are not infected.

We are not the Ollo.

- What do you know about the Ollo?
- The things you've been told...

...the story about Carl Davies
and his experiments...

...how he was accidentally stuck
by a needle which triggered a plague...

...it's all fiction.

- You're saying it didn't happen?
- What I'm saying is, it is literally fiction.

This book, this book that I'm holding,
it's called The Age Of Contagion.

And it was written in 1971
by an unemployed aspiring novelist...

...from Tamworth, New Hampshire.

And his name...

His name was Nicholas T. Moore.

- Kit, shut the door.
- He doesn't want you to know the truth.

He doesn't want anybody born here
to know he has been lying to you.

He never even really existed. He's a...

He's just a character who worked
at some made-up company called...

- Cyntax.
- Yes, Cyntax. The fall of Cambridge.

How the plague spread
through Europe to America, it's...

That's chapter three.

A group of survivors survive a plague
and avoid infection.

They then retreat to the wilderness...

...to start their own society, New Haven.

That's enough!

You're him. Nicholas T. Moore.
You tell them.

You thought civilization was doomed,
so you created one of your own...

...based on your book.

Back away now
or I swear, I'll shoot you myself!

I can't do that, not without Agent Navabi,
the one inside. You let her go.

I don't know who that is.

- There's no agent inside.
- Is she hurt?

- Just... Can you tell me if she's okay?
- You heard Mr. Moore. Back away.

- Do it now!
- Okay. Okay. Just read it.

Read it, please.

You will understand everything.

If you just...

Just read it.

Pearl! Pearl, what are you doing?

Pearl, stop.

Stop. Get back in here!

How is this possible? Carl Davies,
the contagion, the Ollo in a book.

- The book is real.
- Every date...

...place, the invocation,
the waterfall, all of it.

No, we wanna hear this.

I got word from my team.
We searched this compound.

- Your agent, she's not here.
- How far is the negotiator?

- Twenty-five minutes.
- If I hear a gun cock...

...we breach on my command.

He spells out the compound, the elders.

Our security measures, the rhyolite.
Is it real?

This is what the Ollo do.

They creep into our minds
and try to corrupt us...

- ...and drive us apart.
- My baby is out there now.

Tell me, is it a lie?

Mother, are you part of this?

Pearl, no. Pearl.

My daughter. Where is she?

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

What have you done with my baby girl?

The writings in that book is simply
the story of what is to come.

What does that mean? A story?

A prophecy about the sickness
that's overcome our society...

...one that we must protect
ourselves against.

If you leave, I cannot save you.

Do you hear me?!

I cannot protect you from their plague.

No! Nicholas!

Go now. Breach, breach.

Go, go, go. Hurry up.

We searched the entire place.

She's not here, Aram.

I'm sorry.

Hey. Hey, where is she?

Agent Samar Navabi.
You know who I'm talking about.

You're gonna tell me where she is.
Answer me. Where is she?

- Where?
- Gone.

- Gone away.
- Come here.

What do you mean, she's gone?

He knows something.

This cannot be right.

See for yourself.

What happened?

You did.

How?

She was shot twice
coming out of her apartment.

No one knows why.
I thought maybe you did.

No.

You didn't abandon us to protect us.
You just abandoned us.

And you know how I know that?

Because I know what it's like
to have somebody love me so much...

...they would rather cut ties
than see me hurt.

My mom did that.

And not by slinking out
in the middle of the night.

By sitting me down
when I was in college...

...and patiently explaining
how terrified she was of you.

That one day,
you'd want back into my life.

That you'd force her
to tell you where I was.

To protect me from that, from you,
she walked out of my life.

I didn't even know she was dead
until she'd been gone a year.

I'm sorry.

Her husband finally tracked me down.

Told me some enemy of yours
once kidnapped her...

...cut off her finger.

Is that your idea of protection?

No, it's not.

It wasn't nearly enough.

An honest answer at last.

I hope you give me one more
to my final question.

Will you please never contact me again?

Yes.

I'm gonna go.

Leave you to a long-overdue apology.

It's okay, Mom.

Because of your husband, Maybelle's
gonna get the help she needs.

All he cared about was her.

And thanks to him,
she's gonna be okay.

No demands for ransom yet.

- All right.
- I'll call you back.

- Anything?
- No, it's not good.

No sign of the van and zero matches
on the surveillance photo of the unsub.

Reach out to Keen.
Have her notify Red, see if he can help.

Tell her time is of the essence.

Any word from Smokey?

Not yet.

We're waiting on Dr. Lomay.

I asked her to join us.

That won't be happening.

I just spoke to the good doctor.

Imagine my surprise when she told me
you were headed to Costa Rica...

...when you told me
you'd be convalescing at home.

Those were the doctor's orders.
I never said I'd follow them.

I never thought you would,
but you knew that.

Which is why you played that game
with the article about the girl.

You knew I'd clock it, follow up on it...

...and go on a wild-goose chase
while you went after the duffel bag.

Well, best-laid plans.

If you'd excuse us,
we're wheels up in about 10.

I will not excuse you.
You're not going anywhere.

- Why is that?
- Because Samar is missing.

I need your help to find her.