05x06 - The Travel Agency

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Man on radio: ...101.2 Seven Valleys Radio.

And pushing Janet Jackson off her four-week reign at the top of the charts, here's Roxette with their new single...

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Brokaw: At the Berlin Wall at the Brandenburg Gate, I'm Tom Brokaw.

Brandenburg Gate, of course, is in East Berlin, and the sound that y hear and what you're seeing tonight...

not hammers and sickles, but hammers and chisels as young people take down this wall bit by bit.

Earlier this evening, the Communist Central Committee in East Berlin...

End of an era, huh?

"Era." We need a five-letter word that ends in "H." Tonight, citizens from both Germanys...

Uh...

"epoch." ...are singing and dancing Reunited right on top...

Hey, girls still asleep?

Karen picked them up already.

Reporter: On the east side of the Berlin Wall, something new tonight.

[Pager beeping]

Soldiers dismantling it, not guarding it with r*fles.

I, uh...

I got to get to work.

Sweetheart, it's still early.

Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.

[Chuckles]

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

[Engine shuts off]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Groans]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Groaning]

♪ ♪ No.

Please.

Who sent you?

We can talk.

We...

We can...

We can talk!

Ooh, can I play?

Uh!

You're in my line of sight.

Oh, there's a hole under the lighthouse.

I'm playing the carom.

Ah.

That's it.

Dembe and I have scheduled a tournament.

It's been in the works for some time, but we couldn't quite settle on a format.

I finally unearthed the Peoria System with a double-par limit, and here we are.

The tournament is this week.

And I have every intention of winning.

Oh!

And here I thought all old, rich, white men were good at golf.

Maybe it's my putter.

Mitchell Dunning of Dupont Circle is about to be assassinated.

I'm sorry...

Mitchell who?

Dunning.

He found me through an associate of mine and is looking to disappear.

My problem is that I don't have the resources to help him at present.

Yours is that Mr.

Dunning believes the hit was contracted through the Travel Agency.

A travel agency?

Not a travel agency, Elizabeth.

The Travel Agency...

a m*rder-for-hire ring that lived in the shadows for nearly 30 years.

Their assassins carried out a variety of contract hits until they mysteriously closed their doors 12 years ago, dashing any hope that law enforcement might one day solve the rash of killings the Agency left in their wake.

So if this Dunning guy is right and they are after him...

Innocents and not-so-innocents have targets on their backs, beginning with Mitchell Dunning.

The Travel Agency was a consortium of anonymous K*llers responsible for a variety of unsolved murders...

the assassination of a civil-rights activist in 1983, the poisoning of an anti-Glasnost Soviet businessman in '87.

What do we know about the man who Reddington says is the next target?

Mitchell David Dunning.

Lives in Dupont Circle and imports high-end furniture.

Offices in Paris, London, and New York.

Keen, Navabi, find him and pull him into protective custody.

I want to know who wants him dead and why he thinks the Travel Agency was contracted to do the job.

Agent Ressler.

A word?

♪ ♪ There's a personal matter that I need to attend to.

Is everything all right?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

But I need you to oversee things here until it's taken care of.

I'm sorry.

Unavoidable.

Of course.

[Knock on door]

[Footsteps approach]

Yeah?

I'm looking for Isaiah.

Who?

Isaiah Hill.

Never heard of him.

You gonna open this damn door, or are we gonna have a problem?

Hello?

Hey!

I'm gonna call the cops!

Special Agent Harold Cooper.

FBI.

I'm not here on official business...

yet.

O-Okay, look, I met him a couple days ago.

I said I needed a place to crash.

He tossed me his keys.

I haven't seen him since.

Where'd he go?

We still unofficial?

Only if you give me a straight answer.

Isaiah Hill...

where is he?

You packed the laptop, right?

I told you...

yes.

Along with the phone and the chargers.

What'd your sister say?

Cabin's empty.

Garage code is the address backwards.

Here...

you finish the bags.

I'm gonna set the alarm.

Mitchell Dunning?

FBI...

agents Navabi and Keen.

FBI?

I don't...

What's going on?

We believe there may be a thr*at to your life.

We need you to come with us.

What thr*at?

There can't...

You must have me confused with someone else.

Are you going somewhere?

Upstate for the weekend.

It's Wednesday.

Look, officers, I appreciate your concern, but clearly, you've got the wrong guy.

There's no thr*at.

I'm a salesman.

I import...

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪ [Engine starts]

[Police radio chatter, siren wailing]

I'm sorry to be asking you these questions now, but if we're gonna find whoever did this, we need to know everything you know.

Everything was fine, and then suddenly, he was rushing us out of the house, and then you show up, and...

[Voice breaking]

I can't believe this.

Liz, you have to see this.

I found it in the car.

Do you know this man, Mrs.

Dunning?

No.

Why?

Who is he?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ [Chuckles]

Are you following me now?

Mr.

Kaplan gave you a suitcase.

In it was a skeleton she never should have unearthed and whose identity must remain secret.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I understand the temptation...

acting on a fine woman's dying wish...

[Door opens]

But your quest has cost Nik Korpal his life, and persisting will put whomever you involve in harm's way.

I prefer no one gets hurt.

Secrets put people in harm's way.

Keeping them in the dark...

a talent you and I share.

Or shared.

I'm out of that business.

And if I have a quest, it's to shine a light on the darkness you create...

to help Liz find her way out of the enormous shadow you cast.

You asked Nik to identify the bones, and he was k*lled for his trouble by someone who knows their identity and, therefore, their value.

That k*ller is likely searching for a way to contact me since, knowing their value, he knows they are most valuable to me.

I will allow myself to be found, recover the suitcase, eliminate the man for his troubles, and rebury the body in a place where it will be lost to the sands of time, as originally intended.

Whatever secret you're hiding from Liz...

it'll come out.

Family secrets always do.

What's in the envelope?

What envelope?

Crespin: You will stop looking for Pete McGee.

You are to act as if Pete McGee never existed.

Say it.

Is he doing this?

Did he send you?

Say it, Lena.

Pete McGee doesn't exist.

Keep it that way.

Or I'll be back.

♪ ♪ I don't understand.

You think this man who was k*lled was looking into my father's m*rder?

Did they know each other?

We were hoping that you might be able to answer that.

Mitchell Dunning...

I don't think I've ever seen him.

Were you and your father close?

We were.

After Mom passed, I used to come out here every week, help out around the house.

Did he ever come to visit you?

In the city?

God, no.

I don't think Dad ever left the state after he closed the Agency.

I'm sorry...

the Agency?

The Seawall Travel Agency.

Dad owned it for years.

Landry, do you know if your father happened to keep any of his old work records?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Knobbs traveled the world with his family.

And orchestrated hits.

Check this out.

The civil-rights activist...

the Soviet businessman.

Knobbs and his wife, from vacation.

Look at the man in the background.

It's Mitchell Dunning.

Our two victims with nothing in common owned a m*rder business.

That means the people in the Travel Agency aren't k*lling people...

they're being k*lled.

The name and address of the miscreant you're looking for.

How reliable are your sources?

[Laughs]

I understand you've placed Donald in charge of the task force.

I'm looking for the son of a good friend.

A young man whose father was k*lled last year and who drowned his understandable sorrow in dr*gs and alcohol.

Mother took him to counselors.

With Char and I, she organized an intervention.

And we'll do it all again...

as often as it takes.

But we can't do any of it until we know where he is.

My only lead is this dealer...

Castro.

I don't want to go busting into a place on unofficial business unless I know it's the right one.

So are your sources reliable?

Yes.

You're going to need backup.

To check some punk?

Sounds like a delightful way to spend an afternoon.

We can play "Celebrity" on the way.

I appreciate the name.

And the offer.

I must warn you...

I know all the absurdists.

I k*ll with Camus.

Camus is not a celebrity.

[Chuckling]

He is to me.

Thank you for this.

But I'll take it from here.

♪ And way down we go-o-o-o-o ♪

♪ Way down we go-o-o-o-o ♪

[Banging on door]

♪ Say way down we go ♪

♪ Way down ♪

FBI.

I'm looking...

[Groans]

♪ Oh, you let your feet run wild ♪

♪ Time has come as we all, oh ♪

Castro...

where is he?

♪ Go down ♪

♪ Yeah, but for the fall, oh, my ♪

♪ 'Cause they will run you down ♪

♪ Down till the dark ♪

♪ Yes, and they will run you down ♪

♪ Down till you fall ♪

♪ And they will run you down ♪

[Gasps]

♪ Down till you go ♪

♪ Yeah, so you can't crawl no more ♪

♪ And way down we go-o-o-o-o ♪

♪ Way down we go ♪

♪ Say way down we go-o-o-o-o ♪

I told you I didn't need help.

We couldn't resist.

[Breathing heavily]

Man on radio: ...101.2 Seven Valleys Radio.

And pu...

♪ ♪ Earlier this evening, the Communist Central Committee in East Berlin...

End of an era, huh?

"Era." We need a five-letter word that ends in "H." Yeah...

"epoch." Are the girls asleep?

Eleanor: Karen picked them up already.

[Pager beeping]

Reporter: Soldiers dismantling it, not guarding it with r*fles.

I, uh...

I got to get to work.

Sweetheart, it's still early.

Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.

Aram: The Seawall Travel Agency, based out of Allentown, Pennsylvania, was a storefront used by Knobbs and Dunning to facilitate their m*rder-for-hire business.

So Knobbs and Dunning are the two principals.

Yeah, who hid their association behind a ton of financial loopholes.

But the dossiers we found account for dozens of unsolved murders.

They must've had help.

Yep.

And according to some of the other documents you seized, they had a large support staff who were doing far more than booking eight-day cruises to Acapulco.

What do you mean "had"?

So, evidently, Seawall shell companies were also secretly paying account executives, private investigators, weapons-procurement techs, and a variety of what I can only assume were handlers.

Liz: All of whom are dead.

Every employee of a m*rder-for-hire company m*rder*d.

Except for one.

[Mouse clicks]

Mr.

Argon Wright, a shipping agent out of Baltimore.

All right, well, let's bring him in while he's still breathing.

Navabi, let's go.

♪ ♪ Fentanyl is like snake venom.

100 times more powerful than morphine.

A lethal dose of heroin is about 30 milligrams?

3 milligrams of fentanyl is enough to k*ll an average-size male.

[Lighter clicks]

In every conceivable way, I'd say you're well below average.

I don't even know who you are, old man.

But you're a cop, man.

You gonna stand there and let him sh**t me up?

We're looking for Isaiah Hill.

We think you know where he is.

Tell us...

or you overdose.

If you argue, you overdose.

If the next syllable out your sorry-ass mouth doesn't point us in the direction of Isaiah Hill, you overdose.

Am I clear?

Good.

'Cause right now, I'm an off-duty cop.

And as an off-duty cop, I'll do whatever it takes to find that young man.

[Tapping needle]

Anything to say?

No?

Nothing?

Perhaps half a milligram will be enough to loosen your tongue.

[Breathing heavily]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

W-W-Whoa!

Hold on!

Hold on!

hold-on!

I-I didn't sell him dr*gs.

All right, he...

he bought a g*n.

A g*n?

That's not a location.

Maybe another milligram will jog your memory.

Look, my...

my guy delivered it to him in Ivy City.

Brick building on the corner of 16 and Oak.

Apartment 3.

You just missed the ride of a lifetime.

[Knock on door]

Lena?

It's me...

Tom.

Come in.

All right, so, I ran a search on Pete at the courthouse.

Turns out he pled guilty to mail fraud.

Why?

Because he sold thousands of patient medical records to insurance companies so they could deny coverage, lost his license, and would've spent 12 years in prison if he didn't flip on the...

What are you doing?

You going somewhere?

You should go.

Did you hear what I said?

Pete is a bad guy.

I don't want to talk about Pete.

You said you were gonna help me find him.

You should really go.

Did he get to you?

Was Pete here?

I don't wantto talk about it.

And I'm sorry that your friend got k*lled and that you lost something important to you, but I can't help you.

I went to the D.C.

clerk's office.

There was no record that Pete McGee was ever married.

What?

Five minutes.

Just to show you what I found.

[Siren wails]

[Siren stops]

[Indistinct talking]

Argon Wright?

Agents Ressler, Navabi...

FBI.

FBI?

What's going on?

We have reason to believe you may be in danger.

Why would I be in danger?

What do you mean?

From who?

We know about Knobbs and Dunning.

Knobbs and Dunning?

I don't...

Who are Knobbs and Dunning?

All right, drop the act.

We know about your...

[Screams]

Down!

Down!

Get down!

g*n!

[Indistinct shouting]

♪ ♪ Move!

Get out of the way!

Move!

Out of the way!

[Engine starts]

[Tires screech]

[Panting]

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [Shotgun pumps]

♪ ♪ Mr. C?!

We need names.

Asset names...

Everything was compartmentalized.

We never saw each other.

I didn't even know the names of the operators I handled.

Think a little harder.

Hey look, lady, I don't know.

It's...

That gunman...

the guy in the car.

Yeah, the Oldsmobile.

I used to run an asset who drove a car just like that...

'86 Olds.

I mean, this was nearly 30 years ago.

What was his name?

I told you...

we didn't use names.

All I know...

we called him No 5.

You may not have known his name, but you had to have a protocol.

The Agency would give me the target.

Once they sent the dossier, I'd page No.

5 a signal...

342.

3-4-2?

It's a reference to a post-office box...

in Seven Valleys.

It's where he'd pick up his assignments.

342?

Do you have a record of it?

Lucky for you, I don't need one.

Liz: Why is that?

Because Mr.

Dawson has had that box since before I worked here.

Mr.

Dawson?

Calvin.

Hardly comes in, though.

Not sure why he keeps it.

Most of his mail is delivered to the home.

So his house is here in town?

Not a house.

He lives at the convalescent home up on Elm...

Briar Oak.

♪ ♪ [Car alarm chirps]

♪ ♪ The message was delivered.

[Car door closes]

Looks like the target is standing down.

♪ ♪ [Engine starts]

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Cooper: You could've k*lled us.

It's a miracle we weren't hurt.

Are you even listening?

Why are you here?

And with a g*n.

Whoever you thought you were sh**ting at, if you tell us who they are, we can help you.

Who are you?

What are you doing with a g*n?

Protecting myself.

From who?

Line forms to the left.

Perhaps you could be a tad more specific.

How about cops?

Like you.

He's not a cop.

Cops who b*at.

Cops who k*ll.

He's not a cop.

Then who is he?

A criminal.

Isaiah, please...

who were you sh**ting at?

I needed to buy something, and my regular guy wasn't holding.

"Something." Fentanyl?

I heard about this guy...

Zeke Wilson.

He owns a club...

24/7 action.

If you can get in, it's like a candy store.

I knew I couldn't get in the front, so I tried the back.

Zeke was there in the alley, arguing with a guy.

Zeke...

he sh*t him.

So you're a witness he's trying to get rid of.

You should've told me, son.

I am not your son.

No, you're not.

But I am your friend, and I'm here to help.

Will you let me?

[Keypad beeping]

[Beep, click]

I told my boss I forgot something up here.

I'm in Pete's office.

I'm putting you on speaker.

And you know his passwords?

I thought I did.

Then again, I thought he was married.

Okay, anything Pete found out about the bones I gave him, what he knows, or where he is, it won't be labeled or easy to find, so you got to upload everything.

Who tells someone they're married when they're not?

Isn't it usually the other way around?

Pete's a con artist.

He conned us both.

He k*lled my friend, and now he's sent someone to frame you.

[Computer beeps]

I got in.

It's uploading.

Liz: I'm sorry...

where is Mr. Dawson?

We were told he lived here.

He does.

But he's with Eleanor now...

his wife.

She stops by occasionally and takes him out for a day or so.

Can you tell us about his condition?

Calvin was injured years ago in a robbery...

beaten badly and left for dead.

Truthfully, he's lucky to have survived it at all.

But the brain injury left him with anterograde amnesia.

And what does that mean?

Calvin can't form new memories.

He can operate in the present, but what happen 10 hours or 10 days ago, for him, it's as if it never happened.

But his long-term memory is still intact?

Yes...

everything that happened prior to the injury.

End of an era, huh?

As far as he's concerned, the last 30 years didn't happen.

He can do the same puzzle, read the same book, eat the same meal...

"Epoch." every time, it's brand-new.

What about when he sees a new car or a flat-screen TV?

Well, visual cues that are in conflict with his world view...

that's he's living in 1989...

simply don't register.

They go into his mental spam folder.

Where are the girls?

They still asleep?

Eleanor: Karen picked them up early today.

We need to speak with Mr.

Dawson.

Do you have a contact number or address for his wife?

Dawson: Hey, I should get to work.

Isn't it early?

Early is on time, on time is late, and late...

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Oh.

Yes, hi.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

[Receiver clicks]

Who was that?

What's wrong?

Daycare.

Mia was on the playground and took a fall.

They're taking her to the hospital.

Is she okay?

We...

We should go.

Let me get my purse.

FBI!

My side is clear!

Move!

♪ ♪ Still warm.

Clear!

♪ ♪ Samar?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ "Morning radio," November 9, 1989.

Dunning.

Knobbs.

Wright.

All of them.

Eleanor, what's going on?

I told you...

there's been...

an incident.

The wife...

he lied to her.

Led her to believe he worked at an actual travel agency, had a normal life.

She had no idea.

I was just trying to get by, trying to take care of you.

After the accident, somehow, somewhere, there was a slip-up, and she picked up on it.

I was at the bank, trying to figure out how to keep up with the medical bills...

your medical bills...

when the bank manager asked me why I hadn't dipped into your personal account.

What account?

Eleanor, I don't understand.

That's exactly what I said.

She stumbled onto his finances.

I was able to connect the dots by following the money.

Your travels were like a map.

A congressman from Utah m*rder*d while he was in Salt Lake.

A South African police general gunned down while he was in Cape Town.

You can't imagine how angry and afraid I was to find out that the man that I loved, the father of my children, was a monster.

Liz: There's no closure in confronting a man who doesn't even know what day it is, so she just kept digging.

Every name, every number.

It took me four years to get to the Travel Agency, and another six to figure out who worked there.

Finally, she figured out his protocols...

The codes, the systems.

...how the long-defunct Travel Agency communicated with their assets.

The post box in Seven Valleys was the final piece.

I figured out how it worked.

The pages, the dossiers.

And she used those same protocols to run her husband.

Took advantage of his amnesia, making him believe it was still 1989, using him as her own contract k*ller to take out those in the Travel Agency.

All the while, he had no idea.

Wh...

wh...

wh...

whatever...

whatever you think happened, whatever you think I've done...

Oh, I know exactly what you did.

But you don't.

Because you forget everything.

What a blessing that must be.

♪ ♪ Isaiah's father was pulled over for having expired plates.

He got out of the car to see for himself.

Officer told him to get back in the vehicle.

But he'd paid for the tags.

He knew there had to be some mistake.

He was unarmed.

He just wanted to see for himself.

Officer gave him a second warning.

When he reached to get his wallet, the officer sh*t him.

Six times.

Isaiah watched the man who m*rder*d his father tried and acquitted on all accounts.

For him...

for so many like him...

it's the gospel truth that if you're black in this country and you say the wrong word, you could be k*lled.

Ask the wrong question, look the wrong way, you can be k*lled.

Almost every cop I've served with, black or white, I'd be proud to call my brother.

It tears me up knowing what so many people in my community think of them...

just like it tears me up knowing that the cops who k*ll my other brothers will almost never be held responsible.

Harold, your justice system protects those cops as it will protect you, no matter what you do to Zeke Wilson.

Zeke Wilson...

is a bloodsucking scum who preys on people like Isaiah.

Yes.

And if you choose to hold him responsible for what happened to Isaiah's father or for all the people of color who are k*lled for saying the wrong thing or looking the wrong way, you can do that.

You may be black, Harold, but you carry a badge, and like it or not, that means you're a made man.

Your justice system will protect you, just like it protected the cop who k*lled Isaiah's father.

Is that your observation or your advice?

My observation is that you came to this party with an unregistered handgun.

My advice would be...

as Isaiah's father got six b*ll*ts, I'd give Zeke Wilson 12, order a rib eye, raise a glass of Château Latour, and toast to a job well done.

[g*n cocks]

Sounds like a plan.

Yes...

if I were going in there.

But I'm not.

You're taking it from here, Harold.

And while your system won't hold you to account for whatever you choose to do, your conscience will.

Though, on the off chance that I've overestimated your tendency toward self-restraint, Dembe will be there to watch your back.

♪ ♪ [Dance music playing]

Hold up.

♪ ♪ [Indistinct conversations]

♪ ♪ Zeke Wilson.

Don't point.

Don't signal.

Just nod.

Guy on the couch?

Beard?

[Music continues]

Special Agent Harold Cooper, FBI.

[Scoffs, chuckles]

"Special Agent." What makes you special, Agent Cooper?

I'm taking you in on felony charges of intimidating a witness.

[Chuckling]

Witness to what?

m*rder.

And when he gives his statement, I'll be charging you with that, as well.

I got no idea what you're talking about.

Isaiah Hill is a friend of mine.

[Smacks lips]

Isaiah Hill?

You sure you want to go down this road?

'Cause accidents happen to snitches even when their friend's a G.

Are you threatening him?

I'm just saying...

accidents happen.

Hit by a car, drown in a pool.

You can't arrest someone for an accident, can you, Not-So-Special Agent Cooper?

You're right.

I'm not so special.

But I want my friend to have a chance at life, and I want scum like you where they belong.

Zeke Wilson.

[Groaning]

You're under arrest.

We need a location on Eleanor Belle Dawson.

Notify state patrol we're looking for a black '86 Oldsmobile.

Ressler: We already issued a BOLO, but tracking these two is gonna be difficult.

Dawson leads an analog life, which means no technology to trace...

no cell, no navigation.

What about the pager?

His wife probably used it to signal Dawson.

There is only one number that's been calling that pager...

each page coming on the same day as a k*lling.

The wife's burner.

Liz: Aram, we need you to get a trace on that burner.

Yeah, all over it.

♪ ♪ [Engine shuts off]

♪ ♪ [Car door closes]

What are we doing here?

Why are we in a cemetery?

Calvin, sweetheart, we're here to see the children.

Every day, I tell you Karen picked up Sam and Mia early.

Karen hasn't picked up the girls in 30 years.

They're dead, Calvin.

♪ ♪ [Voice breaking]

No.

We were in Miami on what I thought was a family vacation.

I collapsed at the pool.

My appendix burst.

Do you remember?

When I went into surgery, you took the girls out of the hospital.

You told me you didn't want them to be scared.

But what you didn't tell me was that you had somewhere to be that afternoon.

A job.

El...

Eleanor?

Not my girls.

You took our girls with you to k*ll a man.

You left them in the car and walked inside the back of a restaurant to do a job which should've taken you...

what, two minutes?

But it didn't take you two minutes, Calvin.

Because the man you went to k*ll knew you were coming...

got a jump on you, left you for dead, bleeding and beaten in the alley while our girls were locked in the car...

too young to know any better.

The medical examiner said electrolyte abnormalities kicked in and sparked cardiac arrhythmias and something he called "skin slippage." Everyone from Seawall is dead.

Except Wright.

The police got to him.

But everyone else.

It doesn't bring the girls back or make me feel as good as I thought it would...

but you did it.

[Sirens wailing]

♪ ♪ Eleanor Dawson!

FBI!

I need you to put that g*n down!

They told me you were at the convalescent home looking for him.

You know who he is, right?

Yes.

If you put your g*n down, we can talk about it.

I want to talk about it.

I don't know what you people think is gonna happen.

You don't gain anything by arresting me or putting me in jail.

I'm not a danger to society, like he is!

My name is Elizabeth.

I'm a mother, like you.

I want to understand.

You're a mother?

Yes.

Oh, good.

Then you'll understand this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ That's it.

That's my statement about what I saw.

What comes next?

[Beep]

The U.S.

attorney will review what you said, decide whether to file charges.

And if it goes to court, you'll be called to testify.

In court?

Against Wilson?

Where everyone can see?

Nothing will happen if you do.

You have my word on that.

The word of a cop?

A cop who knows what you're going through.

My father marched for Dr.

King.

He was att*cked by police dogs in Birmingham, was beaten on Bloody Sunday.

For his troubles, the Bureau opened up a secret file on him, called him a radical, enemy of the state.

He was my hero, and the organization I've devoted my life to did everything in its power to destroy him.

But that's why I devoted my life to it...

to make sure that the Bureau never did to another black man what it did to my old man.

And mine.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

I need some help, Mr.

Cooper.

I'm gonna try.

[Voice breaking]

But I think I need some help.

[Voice breaking]

Yeah.

Let's get you home, Isaiah.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Nope.

But I did find this.

"Congratulations, Lena Mercer.

You have qualified to receive a UVA Visa card." I don't understand.

You have Pete's passwords.

He has yours.

And he's using them to open new credit cards in your name.

The reason we can't find Pete is he's not using his accounts.

He's using yours.

And that's how we're gonna find him.

♪ ♪ The warning didn't take.

Yes, sir.

I'll make sure of it next time.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Harrison Storm's "Change It All" plays]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ I feel like you're a natural golfer, and I'm...

just not.

You're naturally good at many things.

Like what?

Like what?

♪ Take it from me ♪ You're good company.

[Laughing]

Well, that doesn't count!

♪ All of what I know ♪ I'll think of something.

You know what?

Never mind.

♪ It's hard to find peace ♪

♪ Buried in so deep ♪

♪ I can only hear the world is shouting ♪

Tom: Slow down!

Liz, why are we running?

I don't know why we just flew across town.

Will you?

[Chuckling]

What?

I know it's super spur-of-the-moment, and this is not very romantic.

I mean, we're under fluorescent lights.

These pens are attached to the table, for God's sake, but...

Look.

With everything I see in a day, I just feel so lucky to have you.

And if we don't do this now...

Hey.

Yes.

[Chuckles]

That's it.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪