The Blacklist

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And pushing Janet Jackson off her four-week reign

at the top of the charts,

here's Roxette with their new single...

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.

On the east side of the Berlin Wall,

something new tonight.

Soldiers dismantling it, not guarding it with rifles.

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.

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 murder-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 killers

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.

- 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 threat to your life.

- We need you to come with us. - What threat?

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 threat. I'm a salesman. I import...

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...

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?

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...

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 killed for his trouble

by someone who knows their identity

and, therefore, their value.

That killer 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?

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 killed

was looking into my father's murder?

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