The Player (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - A House Is Not a Home - full transcript

MAN: Previously on
The Player...

MAN: If I had any new
information about your wife,

don't you think
I would tell you?

Should we both
share what we've been
doing off-hours,

when we think no
one is watching?

Because I'm up
for it if you are.

Johnson, old friend,
how are you?

I'm well, Samuel.

This new Player of yours,
Alex Kane,

our friends
like him very much.

I found some old
pictures on a SIM card.



The dates are
off by three days,
it doesn't make any sense.

Ten digits usually means...
A phone number!

7-0-2 is a Vegas number.

Don't try
and find me, please.

Who is that guy?
Where is this?

Miami International Airport.

This is a trail,
and we will follow it.

(PHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTS)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(TIMER TICKING)

(EXPLOSION)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Barbara, what are
you doing here?



Well, you never
answer your phone.

Realtor is
coming this afternoon

and I need you to
sign these papers.

Realtor?

I'm not selling
Ginny's house.

Well, you don't have to.
I'm gonna take
care of everything.

You can't just
blow into town

and make these kind of
decisions on your own.

Well, you seem to
have forgotten in
your never-ending divorce,

that I'm the one who
co-signed Ginny's loan.

Do you think
I want to be reminded

every month that
my daughter is dead?

No, I'm sure you don't.

Let me take the
house off your hands.

I don't want your money.

You blame me.

You could have
left her alone.

(PHONE RINGING)
(CHUCKLES)

I gotta go.

I'll wait.

Here? It's work.
I could be gone all day.

Well, the thing is,
Alex, you know,

I just can't step
foot back in her house.

I can't.

I understand.

I'll leave you
a set of keys.

Call off the realtor
until I get back
and we can talk.

We have a lot to
talk about, Alex.

I'm Jemma Rashard,
business blogger for
The Chicago Daily Journal,

I'm standing outside
of US Continent Trust,

which just experienced
a devastating blow today,

emotionally and physically.
Share prices have
already dropped.

Homeland Security
and the media

are operating
under the assumption

that this is an attack
by foreign terrorists.

You're telling
me they're wrong?

If they were terrorists,

Ada would have
red-flagged any known aliases,

issued visas,
or border crossings.

So, this bomber
is home-grown.

Nothing scares
the Feds more than
an unpredictable lone wolf.

So, we let the country
dissolve into fear,

while the Feds chase
a ghost for a few days.

That's where
you come in, Alex.

The blast originated
on the sixth floor.

US Continent Trust's
in-house legal department.

We believe they were
the intended targets.

Who are their enemies?

They're bank lawyers.

So, it's a short list.

I've scanned their emails
for threatening language.

Our suspects
include business rivals,
disgruntled employees,

Occupy Wall Street
protest radicals.

But look.

JOHNSON: This is our guy,
entering at 7:37 a.m.
Central Time.

Notice the toolbox.

And this is him exiting,
22 minutes later.

No toolbox.

ALEX: Hmm. He knows
where the cameras are.

Look, he kept his head down,
and his back turned.

Which means facial
recognition isn't an option.

He can hide from the
cameras, but not from
the bomb's forensics.

The Feds will
be all over this.

But you have us.

A head-start?
That won't last long.

The race is on,
Mr. Kane.

The bet.
Can Alex Kane apprehend

the Chicago bomber
before the Feds?

Where's Cassandra?

I have some
business in Chicago.

Cassandra will be
your ear once we land,

I'll be your
on-the-ground resource.

I don't need you
looking over my shoulder.

Unless you fall
into another pit.

What about that
video you showed me?

The guy Ginny was with,
where he was going with her.
Got any leads?

Mr. Kane, your wife
could be anywhere.

And anywhere is
a lot of ground to cover.

Why don't you just
focus on the task at hand.

Interesting article
on US Continent Trust
in the Financial Times.

It will make our
flight go faster.

Looks like it'll
put me to sleep.

Exactly.

Brilliant.

That's not right.

Enhance.

Where are you?

ALEX ON PHONE:
Cassandra, can you hear me?

Alex, I'm with you.

I'm at the blast site.
This place is a zoo.
Any idea how to get inside?

There's a present for you
in the back of the car.

You shouldn't have.

I was hoping
for a six-pack

and a couple of Cohibas,
but I guess this will do.

You're welcome.

The glasses have an
embedded micro camera.

I can see what you can see.

Really?

Now, you're a little
more my type.

You've got a Department of
Structural Engineering ID.

You've come to check
the integrity of
the building after the blast.

There's a case
in there as well.

You're going to need it.

What's this?

CASSANDRA:
Consider it a time machine.

It's gonna give
you a 24-hour lead
on the Feds.

(SCATTERED CHATTER)

CASSANDRA:
You need to find
the seat of the blast.

(BEEPING)

What's this thing doing?

It's analyzing
vaporized residue

for identification of
chemical markers
and toxins.

You can't hide from
forensics, remember?

(BEEPING)

Okay, I'm getting a reading.
You've reached the hot ring.

Hey.

This guy knew exactly
what he was doing.

The bomb was well-designed.
A lot of shrapnel,
lateral spray radius.

Very targeted.

He wanted to blow
the hell out of this floor.
That's exactly what he did.

Our lone wolf has skills.

(BEEPING)

I've got eyes on me,
tell me you got what you want.

Semtex with trace
evidence of DMDNB.

A detection taggant used
only in the United States.

You can't just pick up Semtex
at your local hardware store.

The stuff is
seriously regulated.

Our guy had to
have a supplier.

Someone not afraid of breaking
a few dozen federal laws.

Check with
demolition contractors
in the tri-state area.

How about one
with a revoked license,

criminal record,
and black market connections?

This charmer goes by
the name of Beemer.

He's a one-stop shop
for all things that go bang.

You have a long drive.
I'm relaying the most
direct route to you now.

Last one. Thank you.
SAMUEL: Mmm-hmm.

And remember,
you have a 9:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning,

so, you boys behave.

Okay, Farrah. (CHUCKLES)

Mr. Johnson.

Farrah.

Samuel.
Looking sharp as ever.
(CHUCKLING)

Good to have you home.
I wish it were more
pleasant circumstances.

Seeing you makes it more
pleasurable circumstances.

I know you're
partial to Habushu,

but I just happen
to have a Macallan 39

that might make
you change your mind.

I regret that
I'll have to refrain.

Game time?

BOTH: Game time.

I fear that you've
become vulnerable.

You know that
FBI Agent Nolan,

and her alliance
with the Detective Brown,

and his relationship
with the new Player.

All your troubles started
when he came on board.

Now, these things
don't just happen.

Someone's coming
after my House.

It would seem.

Death by 1,000 cuts.

Tell me about Alex Kane.
How did you recruit him?

I didn't.

And how is Cassandra?

Exceptional as always.

Loyal?

She is.

So, you told her
the truth about her
family and she stayed?

I haven't seen the need yet
to make that disclosure.

My people are digging.
We'll get the answers we need.

Know that the Council
has only your best
interests in mind.

As long as my
interests aligns with theirs.

I hope that you'll go by
the old neighborhood
while you're here.

We should never
forget where we came from.

From the womb to the tomb?
Forgetting is not an option.

Hey, Edward Murphy? Beemer?

Are you a cop?
Let me see a badge.

I just wanna talk
to you for a minute.

They always have
to run, don't they?

Hey. Who blew that building?

What are you
talking about, man?

Contractors, they need
like a little
extra firepower,

so, I help them out,
but that's all.

Selling Semtex to terrorists
is more than helping out.
It's treason.

I don't know
any terrorists.
I don't know what...

Look, look, I got
paper work. I got files.
You can check 'em.

In here?

Yeah. Yeah,
check these out.
Come here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come here. Hey.
Come here.

Okay, okay!

Just because a man
runs doesn't mean
you have to give chase, Alex.

Have a seat.

I cracked Mr. Beemer's
computers before
you were out the door.

Yeah, you could have
mentioned that before
my face was bleeding.

And miss all the fun?

Mention what?

This, this is not good.

Yes, Mr. Beemer
seems to have unloaded

enough Semtex
for a small army.

Yeah. Our bomber's not done.

The Gamblers
confirm your hunch, Alex.

There are side bets
indicating that hundreds
of lives are at risk.

The Semtex.
Who'd you sell it to?

I don't take names, man.
It's bad for business.
And my longevity.

(GRUNTS)

Who was he?

All right. All right.

Look. He was just some guy.

He had a legit
Department of
Transportation ID.

You're gonna
tell me who he was.

He works for these
like demolition pros.

I don't know,
like blowing up old bridges.

When did the deal go down?

Last Thursday. Around 4:00.

You sure?
Yeah, yeah!

Ow.

You're not going
to arrest me?

You got bigger
problems than me,
my friend. Homeland Security.

Not again.

Hey, our guy's got
surveillance cameras.

Maybe our bomber
drove out here.

I'm scanning Beemer's footage
from last Thursday,

cross-referencing
license plates

with current DOT
employee records.

Look, I don't mean
to rush you,

but the ticking clocks
around here go boom.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

No hits.

All right, check again.

This time, the records
of past employees
who've been laid off or fired.

Okay, yeah.
Brilliant, brilliant. Got it.

(HUMMING)

This guy's not a terrorist.

That's a rather
bold statement,

considering you've
only seen a photo.

Yeah, but I'm guessing,
what, married, with kids?
No criminal record?

Three for three.

That's not the profile
of a homicidal bomber.

Javier was
a demolitions expert

for the Illinois
Department of Transport.

He was let go three years ago.
Budget cuts.

Does disgruntled
fit your profile any better?

Yeah, but he didn't
attack the DOT.
He hit a bank.

And not for money.
This doesn't makes any sense.

Look, get me his home address.

I can tell a lot
more about a guy

from his sock drawer
than from his job history.

(CHUCKLES)

You Mr. Johnson?

Why do you ask?

'Cause nobody else
is brave enough to
get near that stoop.

That's good to know.

People around here
say you went Triad,

but my mom says
you went legit,

made a man out of
yourself even with your
dad gone and all.

That's what they say, huh?
Yeah.

But you gotta have
some money, though.

Nice car, nice shoes,
keeping this house
empty all these years.

Know what this
place is worth?

Yeah. I know
exactly what it's worth.

Well, anyway, man,
this is for you.

Oh.

Hey, little man.

Fight the good fight.

Yeah.

"Neighborhood."

I'm going to take
a wild guess and say,

US Continent Trust
owns Javier's house.

It looks like
Javier's original lender
tranched his mortgage,

bundled off
the servicing rights
to a Chinese lender,

and then it was
purchased by...
This is a mess.

But, yes, here it is.
US Continent
Trust owns it now.

So, now,
we know why he hit the bank.

Yeah, the lawyers
he attacked were in charge

of the Legacy Asset division.

Which means?

They turn
foreclosures into profits.

Javier was one of their cases.

You mean victims.

I found his workshop.

He's got enough Semtex
to level a city block.

He's not a terrorist.
He's a vigilante.

Which means he
has a target list.

Cassandra, can you track down
Javier's family,

his wife and his kids?

JOHNSON: The bet is to
capture the bomber,

not to save the family.

Yes. But this guy
is clearly unstable.

He could be
a danger to his family.

JOHNSON: Again,
with the savior complex.

Maybe, Mr. Kane,

the guilt of dropping
so many bodies

is causing you
to over-correct.

(SCOFFS)

There are no more leads.

Well, then, Cassandra,
any progress

on identifying
Javier's next target?

Cassandra? Cassandra.

I need your head
in to the Game.

My head is always in the Game.

The wife's cell
phone is pinging

at a one-star motel
near the airport.

Relaying coordinates
to you now.

I'm on my way.

Cecilia Cruz?

My name is Alex Kane.
I'm looking for your husband.

He may be in danger.

Girls, go outside, okay?

Play. Come on. It's okay.

Are you the police?

No, but I need to
find your husband.

He left two days ago.

It's not like him.
He's a good father.

He wouldn't just
abandon us.

Can you tell me
about the foreclosure?
About the people involved?

Our loan officer said
we qualified for
a modification.

We sent in
the paperwork six times,

and it turns out
that they just
dual-tracked us.

Dual-tracked?

The lawyers
filed for foreclosure
behind our backs.

They lied to us.

What they did to
us was illegal.

So, Javier,
he went to this reporter,
blogger-business woman

and asked her to
tell our story,

but she said that
it was our fault.

That we had gotten
in over our heads.

And then, last month,
they took our house.

Javier, it was too
much for him.
He broke in half.

I've never seen him so...

The bombing at the bank...

Oh, my God.
Mommy.

(STAMMERING) Did Javier...

Mommy.

I'm gonna find him.

CASSANDRA: Alex,
I've got a visual.

His L pass was
swiped on the Orange Line.
Ashland Station.

He's got a bomb.

ALEX: Cecilia said he
spoke to a reporter.

In his house, there were
articles plastered all over
his windows.

That reporter...

Uh, Jemma...
Jemma Rashard?

Jemma is the real deal.

Degree from Northwestern,
Webby Awards for
investigative reporting...

Lately, her social
media posts indicate
that she's upgraded

to hobnobbing with
lobbyists and CEOs.

Parties, yachts, ski trips.

What's the connection
to Javier?

They exchanged
dozens of phone calls.

There's a transcription
of an interview.

She was storing clips,
logging research.
The story, though...

The story's only half-written.
She stopped for some reason.

Yeah. Someone's got to her.
Check her financials.

Okay, she was drowning
in student loan debt.

Looks like it was resolved
with one lump sum payment.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
Good call, Alex.

Well, so much for
journalistic integrity.
Where is she now?

(JEMMA STRUGGLING)

Good news, Jemma.

I'm finally
gonna get the story
you promised me.

Only this time,
you're gonna be in it.

(MUFFLED CRYING)

You said that
you would help me.

That we'd get retribution
for all the families.

That my story was gonna put
Webster behind bars.

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(SCREAMS)

I'll write whatever you want.
I'll post it today, right now!

That's the problem
with you, Jemma!

You bow to the bullies.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)

But I don't.

No!

(BEEPS)

(SOBBING)

My name is Javier Cruz.

I'm not the enemy.

The real enemy is
US Continent Trust.

They stole my home.
Like they did to
thousands of others.

Someone has to stop them.

Alex, remember that
24-hour lead time?
You just lost it.

(HORN HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUFFLED SPEAKING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Did you see him?

He's headed for
the front doors.

Yeah, keep an eye on him.

The cops still
think he's a terrorist,

so they'll shoot first
and ask questions later.

Just do me a favor
and keep him alive.

Alex, don't let him
get away again,

just grab him
and end this bet now!

It's Jemma, right?

Jemma, I need you
to stay really still.
Try not to bend.

And don't make
any sudden moves,
all right?

She's wearing enough Semtex
to blow the lobby.

Ugh. I've got 25 seconds.

You don't have enough time.
I can send the elevator down,

contain the blast
in the concrete
parking structure.

No, I can get it
off of her!

There is nothing
you can do, let her go.

Stay really still.
Stay still.

I can't disarm the bomb,
but it doesn't look like
Javier rigged the vest.

Good. That's good,
just like that.

CASSANDRA: I'm sending it
down now, get out of the door.

That's it...

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

Alex.

Alex!

(CAR BEEPING)

Teddy Roe,
now that's the way to go.

Three-piece suit. Hat.

Take that stroll down
South Michigan Avenue.
(LAUGHS)

You know he had his...

Cassandra, I need eyes now.

CASSANDRA: Mr. Johnson.
What's wrong?

Samuel Letts is dead.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

You're encased in
marble and concrete.
I can't see you.

You need to get out
of that mausoleum.

Use thermal imaging.

CASSANDRA: There's a funeral
procession entering.

I've got moving heat
signatures everywhere.

Radio frequencies in the area?

If I make it to my car,
I don't want it to
blow up in my face.

CASSANDRA: No RF in the area.

The car is clear.
Get out of there.

This is Tad Travers.
The Chicago bomber
has struck again.

I'm at the site
of his latest attack.

We have another
very serious situation
on our hands.

Alex is down.
He is in a building
trapped full of reporters.

JOHNSON: Cops,
I can handle, but I cannot...

I will not have
a Player exposed on my watch.

On it.

JOHNSON: Crash all the
social media, satellite feeds,
wipe the hard drives.

Search the damn
trash if you have to.
What's my ETA?

(SIGHS)
Two minutes and 44 seconds.

Make it two flat.

We lost the signal.

What? Come on, let's go.

Get it back up!
The satellite
feed is down, man!

(COUGHING)

Hey, hey, hey, shoot this.
This is gold.

Come on, come on!
With what?

With your phone!

You okay?

Use your phones,
use your phones!

Hey, resource?
I could use some
resourcefulness.

I have been
extremely resourceful,
thank you very much.

What is going on here?

My phone's not working!

I just need a way out.

The parking garage
in the basement
has an entrance

that leads out onto
North Orleans.

Johnson should be there
in about 30 seconds.

Hey, you, hero!
I want to talk to you!
MAN: Hey, who is that guy?

TAD: Hey!

Back. Through the lobby.
Escalator well.
Southern corner.

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN: (OVER PA) We have
a possible suspect moving
through the basement access.

Which way?

CASSANDRA:
Take the service hallway.

No, no, no, go right!

There's a delivery dock ahead.

He's nearly there.

Move towards
the street!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You put the secrecy
of The House in jeopardy.

If Cassandra hadn't
contained the damage,

I'd have no choice,
but to terminate
your employment.

Don't worry, Alex,
he can't kill you. Yet.
We need you.

Well, now, now,
Cassandra.

You know everyone
is expendable.

Unless the Gamblers love you.

And, Alex,
in our line of work,

that's better
than life insurance.

In fact, it is life insurance.

ALEX: I didn't realize this
is a popularity contest.

CASSANDRA: It's a Game.

That means
the Players have fans.

It's quite early in
your career, Alex,
but with these numbers,

you're on track to surpass
a legend in our field.

And who's that?

The man who just
saved your ass.

Every Pit Boss
was a Player,

but not every Player
survives to become
a Pit Boss.

CASSANDRA: Found something.

Javier's car was
recently impounded
for unpaid parking tickets.

Four citations,
all issued on
Lake Shore Drive.

Why was Javier
hanging around there?
What's the connection?

Dorian Webster
has a second home
on that street.

Who's that?

The CEO of US
Continent Trust.

WEBSTER: I can get
your house back.

Hell, I can get you
a nicer one. Bigger.

With a pool,
if that's what you want.

JAVIER: What I want
is exactly this.

You and me,
right here, right now.

You're only making
this worse for yourself.

Let me help you.
We can work something out.

Yeah, I should give
you a chance to
modify your situation.

If you want to stop me,

you'll have to kill me.

Webster was brought
before a Senate subcommittee

to answer allegations
of widespread industry
fraud and corruption.

US Continental
Bank cut a deal.

They got a slap on the wrist,
and fined $500 million,

or more precisely,
three business
days' worth of revenue.

Not a single
executive was ever prosecuted

and Webster's
annual bonus package
was reported at $70 million.

Sounds like
Javier's doing us a favor.

Well, you of all
people should
know the cost

when a man chooses to
make himself judge,
jury and executioner.

Yeah, well, isn't
that what we do, Johnson?

WEBSTER: You want to blame
someone for your
problems, I get that,

but do you really think
I make these
kinds of decisions?

I work for
a multi-national
corporation,

I answer to my shareholders,
my Board of Directors.

I don't make policy.

These are standard
industry practices.

Your standard
industry practices
destroy lives!

Bankruptcy. Divorce.

Suicide.

Families torn apart.
For what, money?

You have blood
on your hands.

Only this time,
you have to look
your victim in the eye.

Last chance.

Kill me. Or die.

(GUN CLICKS)

Son of a bitch!

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You thought you
were free, didn't you?

But it was false hope.

You never even
had a chance.

Tell me what I can
do to make this right.

Please, I'm...

(MUMBLING)

How does it feel to
be trapped in a house

that will blow your
whole world to pieces?

(BEEPS)

And the one man who
could set you free...

...does nothing.

No matter how
desperately you plead.

It's called helplessness.
That's what you're feeling.

That's how you
made thousands of
innocent people feel.

Trust me.
You never get used to it.

Javier.

You don't want to do this.

I don't know who you are,
or what you want,

but you cannot
save him now.

He has to pay
for what he did.

I don't want to save him.

I want to save you.

See, I know what it's
like to lose everything.

To see bad men
do bad things
and to want revenge.

I almost lost my
soul thinking that way.

But my wife,

she saved me.

Get out of here.

Go, go.

I have to kill him!

Cecilia, your daughters,
they love you.
You still have a family.

I will never see
them again!

You can make that
choice right now.

You're not
beyond redemption.

None of us are.

(SOFTLY) Take it.

Take it!

(EXHALES)

Hey.
(SOBBING)

(DIALING)
(DOOR OPENS)

You're a lunatic.
I'll see you rot in jail
for the rest of your life.

Hey! Where are you
going with him?

Where are the police?

You can't let him
just walk away from this!

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Webster.

A man should be held
accountable for his actions.

(BEEPS)

(ALARM BLARING)

(HORNS HONKING)

Huh.

Looks like your housing
boom just went bust.

All Javier wanted to do
was take care of his family.

Now, he's got to spend
the rest of his life in jail.

His poor kids.

It may be some
comfort to know

Cecilia and her daughters
will get their home back.

And they'll be receiving
a very generous
settlement from the bank.

The bank will
settle out of court.
They won't see any of it.

I'm pretty sure
Mr. Webster will
have a change of heart.

That guy had no heart.

Sometimes, all it takes
is the right person

applying the proper pressure.

You think money
can replace a father?

Depends on the father.

Ginny?

Ginny?

(KETTLE HISSING)

(HISSING STOPS)

Ginny, are you here?

It's me.

I'm here to help you.
You can't trust Johnson.

Ginny, I can keep you safe.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(CRACKLING STOPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

JOHNSON: Cassandra.

Are you all right?

They slit his throat
like he was nobody.

Samuel Letts.

Do you have any
idea who it was?

JOHNSON: No. But they know me.

They killed him
because he was
asking questions.

Questions I needed answered.

Who could even
orchestrate such a thing?

Who would dare
challenge the Council?

Cassandra, whatever agenda
that you're working on,

I need it to stop.

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

JOHNSON: Don't.

Okay, don't.
Look, I know
you don't trust me.

And to be quite truthful,

Letts thought
it was foolish of
me to trust you.

But right now,
there are enemies approaching.

Our lives,
our safety, is intertwined.
Do you understand?

And I need to know
if you are with me.

Of course.

(SIGHS)

BARBARA: Sweet little girl.

You know,
when she was
three years old,

she asked Santa to
bring her a stethoscope.

I said,
"Princesses wear tiaras.

"Like Mommy's tiara."

Never should have
gotten her the damn thing,

she probably would
have stayed home.

I see you've made
yourself comfortable.

What's up with
the box, Alex?

I'll buy your
half of the house.
Fair market price.

I guess death blinds
everyone to the truth,
doesn't it?

What are you
talking about?

Took me years
to accept it.

To stop the denial,
the excuses.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm her mother.

It was the hardest
thing I ever had to face.

Ginny was a liar.

Okay, Barbara, here.
You've had enough.

Don't touch...

See what you made me do.

Let me just tell
you something, okay?

Ginny never lived
an honest day in her life.

And the sooner
you accept it,

the sooner you'll
be able to let go.

(DOOR CLOSES)