The Blacklist

Previously on The Blacklist...

Karakurt.

We know you're working for the Cabal.

How was the virus delivered?

You've been set up.

You infected the Senator, and now they will come for you.

Suspect's name is Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

As of today, she is a fugitive.

Dembe's missing.

Where is Raymond Reddington?

So be it.

We're going to die in here.

What would you do to help Elizabeth Keen?

Anything.

I'm happy to report your funds have cleared, Gerald.

You'll have full use of the penthouse suite until 9:00 a.m.

That's when the clean-up crew arrives.

Thank you. I can't tell you...

Oh, you don't have to say anything.

I'm terribly sorry for your loss.

This man's drugs ate my son alive.

And now you'll deliver payment in kind.

Shall we wake him?

The hour of vengeance has arrived.

The road to healing begins tonight.

What happens next is up to you.

Oh, and if you find that you can't finish your meal,

we've provided takeout bags in the kitchen.

You know him?

No.

Neither did I.

Had to dig out my agency Rolodex

to find someone who recognized him.

Name's Matias Solomon. Real lone wolf.

He was CIA?

Asset only.

In Ethiopia.

Until he joined the Eritrean War.

Solomon committed atrocities on the battlefield so vulgar

even the CIA disavowed him.

I need you to find him, Leonard.

I appreciate you wanting to help your associate,

but Solomon's been MIA for a decade...

Dembe is more than an associate to me.

Please find him.

Excuse me.

Who are...

Aram.

Surprise.

What are you doing in my apartment?

And who was that guy?

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

I'm here because I need your help.

Where's Agent Keen? Something's happened to her, hasn't it?

Yes, thank God.

I got a shower for the first time in days.

I'm so happy to see you.

Not many people are these days.

Okay. I probably shouldn't say this,

but you look fantastic!

Aram, we're looking for a woman.

She calls herself the Djinn.

A matchmaker of sorts, who pairs clients with what they most desire.

Greed. Lust. Revenge.

They say she can make any fantasy come true.

We have a web address.

There are encryptions we can't decipher.

I know this is asking a lot.

But we wouldn't come to you if Reddington didn't believe

that this Djinn might be helpful in clearing my name.

If I agree to help,

I'll have to let Agent Ressler know.

We're in a symbiotic relationship.

By helping us, Agent Ressler keeps us close.

I have to believe Ressler wants the truth about who attacked our country

just as much as we do. If that's true,

he'll accept help anywhere he can get it.

He wouldn't take it from Tom.

What? Tom... I don't understand.

He knows you're in trouble. He came and offered to help.

Agent Ressler turned him down.

The Djinn. We need to find the Djinn.

You want to help Keen? This is how you do it. Find Karakurt.

The Cabal hired him to do what she's being framed for.

The OREA bombing, the senator's murder.

Yeah, I know Karakurt. He's Russian garbage.

Probably hitting some strip club in St. Petersburg right now.

Karakurt betrayed his country.

If he went back to Russia, the FSB would shoot him on sight.

My intel says he's had extensive plastic surgery.

He's trying to change his identity.

Says here you had him in custody and you let him go.

It also says Karakurt's sister is married to Charlie Volkens.

Violent, unstable. He runs a crime ring in the Rust Belt.

Word is that's where Karakurt's laying low.

Why come to me? Hmm?

Your boy Ressler told me to hit the highway.

Donald Ressler is a fine agent.

Within the rules, he'll do everything possible

to find Elizabeth and the truth.

You don't think that'll be enough? Maybe.

But given what we're up against, I'm willing to...

Throw out the rule book.

Bend the bindings a little.

All right. So what's the FBI doing about this?

I assume their entire focus is on Reddington and Keen.

You assume. Don't you know?

I'm on leave from the task force while they investigate

my part in the shooting of Tom Connolly.

So this isn't a sanctioned op.

No. I'm asking you

to figure out a way to infiltrate the crime ring

that may be protecting Karakurt.

If you're caught, if something happens,

you're on your own.

I had no knowledge of this.

I walked in and they were just there.

We have a confirmed sighting.

I live at the Nottingham Apartments.

Tell MPD to shut down a five-block radius around Adams Morgan.

Reset the checkpoints and notify all agencies.

Run it into the ground.

I know you think she's innocent.

But you did the right thing coming forward.

Mr. Reddington asked me to.

Why would he do that?

Because he needs our help finding the Djinn.

Who's the Djinn?

The kidnap and rape of a British princess.

The mauling death of a big-game poacher

locked in a lion's cage.

The vivisection of a drug dealer while he was eaten alive.

According to Mr. Reddington,

these are not random acts of perverse cruelty.

Each was a revenge fantasy,

planned and provided by a woman known only as the Djinn.

The Djinn? You mean, like, a genie?

All I know is they believe she can help clear Agent Keen's name.

The Djinn apparently grants your deepest, darkest wish.

If you can imagine it and pay for it, she'll make it happen.

How do you contact this Djinn?

Right. In the early days of the web,

a virtual fantasy world was created online to connect people

of all ages from around the world.

The technology was quickly obsolete,

but the site was never taken down.

Today, it is a hidden oasis for freaks and weirdos.

No digital signatures, Tor-encrypted on the dark web,

it offers anonymity

for new clients to contact the Djinn.

Once you locate her avatar,

the Djinn invites you into a private room,

where you give her your name and bank account. That's it.

You sign off, the Djinn verifies your financial resources.

If she likes what she sees,

she contacts you directly to set a meeting.

I don't buy it. If they're trying to prove Keen's innocence,

why go after some high-priced vigilante?

And if that's not what they're trying to prove,

why risk everything asking for Aram's help?

Why do any of what they've done?

A troll farmer, a counterfeiter,

a company that launders money for the Cabal. Now this Djinn.

It doesn't make sense.

They're fugitives, but they're not running.

They're searching.

But if not for Keen's innocence, then what for?

Well, we know they're trying to set up a meeting.

But we have to find out where and when.

If we find the Djinn first, maybe we can intercept them.

Cross-reference all her known cases.

Look for the IP addresses,

how her clients communicated with her,

anything that can provide a clue to her identity.

You did it.

No. You did.

Your hour of vengeance has arrived.

The road to healing begins now.

What happens next is up to you.

Allah teaches us forgiveness,

but some things,

they're unforgivable.

Do you have to torture me, too?

I'm preparing for my next interrogation.

With a spoon?

I counted four men. You might get two before they kill you.

So be it.

When Solomon figures out he can't break me,

he'll go after my daughter, her little girl.

Whatever it takes to find Raymond.

If I'm dead, they're safe.

I found a link.

The revenge fantasies arranged by the Djinn occurred around the world.

But two of them drove down the earnings of one company.

How? Well, it seems Cannibalism

isn't good for business.

The victim's body was found in a dumpster outside the hotel,

wrapped in hotel towels. Now, no one wants to sleep there.

Just like no one wants to fly a certain airline in South America.

It went bankrupt after a hijacking planned by the Djinn.