The Player (2015): Season 1, Episode 9 - Tell - full transcript

JOHNSON: Previously on
The Player...

That was the most
fun I've ever had
in an interrogation.

I look forward to
what comes next.

I put you away for
the rest of your life.

CASSANDRA: That video
was manipulated.

It was a composite of
two different images.

So Johnson's been
lying to me
this whole time?

Johnson has enemies,

and right now
they're circling.

I thought I
could help you.

Maybe you can.



Help me find her.

(GUNFIRE)

CASSANDRA:
Thirty seconds
and counting.

ALEX: Moving as
fast as I can.

Let's hope
that's not true.

If your target escapes
with the package,

the bet is over
and you lose.

Twenty-five seconds.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CAR HORN BLARES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Fifteen.

Fourteen.
What are you doing?

Oh, you know,
biding my time.



I got the package.
Game over.

Not for our thief.
Behind you.

(GROANS)

How about now?

Now that would
be game over.

Nicely played, Alex.
Nicely played.

I believe that's
three wins in a row.

You sound surprised.

Well, if I didn't
know any better,

I would say you're
finally starting
to enjoy yourself.

Until the next
game, Mr. Kane.

Until the next game.

ALEX: Smug
son of a bitch.

I've disabled
all surveillance
on this level,

but Ada will refresh,
so talk fast.

I can't keep
doing this, Cassandra.

We need to
stay on course...

He has Ginny.

We don't know that.

Yeah, but we know
he's hiding something.

Wherever she is,
Johnson is involved.

Most likely, yes.
But just most likely.

Listen, Johnson
can make a
lethal enemy, Alex.

Until we know for
certain what he's playing,

we have to keep
up appearances.

Do you understand
what you're
asking me to do?

I understand exactly
what I'm asking you to do.

You think you're
the only one whose
life has been

appended by this system?

You mean your system.

My allegiances
are my own.

I have chosen
to help you

because what's been
done to you is wrong.

And what did they
do to you, Cassandra?

We'll find Ginny.

Johnson isn't the only
key to her whereabouts.

CASSANDRA:
There's a storage
facility outside

of Summerlin,
west of Vegas Valley.

This key opens a padlock
attached to unit number 415.

(SCOFFS)

These are
Ginny's things?

This was all the
junk that wouldn't fit

into her house
after she moved out.

She got her
own place after...

After we broke up.

(ALEX SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

I know you were hoping
to find something useful...

(CHUCKLES)

When Ginny would
go away and do
her volunteer work,

we'd almost never
talk on the phone.

So I...

I wrote her letters.

One letter every week.

Well, it looks like she
kept every single one.

I'll give you a moment.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING))

(BUZZER)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(BEEP)

DISTORTED MALE VOICE:
Hello, Alex.

Who is this?

A friend.

Then why the
voice scrambler?

To keep things
interesting.

All right,
I'm interested.

Your wife's trail has
gone cold, I believe?

This book
will change that.

I've marked a very
pertinent passage.

You'll find it useful,
I assure you.

How am I supposed
to believe you

when you won't even
tell me who you are?

But I already told you.

Oh. That's right,
I'm sorry.

Remind me,
why are we friends?

Our enemy.

(LINE ENDS)

(BEEP)

Our blonde has
a face after all.

Pulled a few
favors with
cyber-crimes.

Had them use the
photo you gave me

to reconstruct
her image.

Who is she?

Good question.

I put that pic through
every system we got.

Apparently she
doesn't exist.

She's real, all right.
There's got to be
a way to identify her.

I've done some
canvassing,

got a solid lead.

And a proposition.

This proposition legal?

Technically.

Technically isn't "yes."

What I'm about to say
could save

your friend
Alex Kane's life.

Or would you rather wait
until his body's
found in the desert?

You trying to
push my buttons?

This woman
could be the key

to an international
criminal enterprise.

I don't want to
do this alone

but I will if I have to.

BROWN: Do what, exactly?

I don't trust it.

Signal from that
call was bounced

around the globe
two dozen times over.

Whoever contacted you
most definitely had
something to hide.

Whoever they are,
they wanted me to
know about this guy.

Jack Fuller.

He was the head of
the Marshals witness

relocation program
for years.

He went off the grid
after his retirement in '08.

And?

He's someone who knows
how to make people disappear.

Here, look at this.

Look.

The physical
characteristics match.

Who are these people?

I have no idea,
but I'm guessing

they're our key to
finding Fuller today.

If we can get to him,
maybe we can get to Ginny.

I can run the names
through Ada, look
for a connection.

Whoa, whoa.

Won't that tip Johnson off
to what we're up to?

Exactly.

You're tired of
playing his games?

Let's make him
play one of ours.

We force a new bet.
To what, locate Fuller?

I'll arrange the gamble.

Once I do,
we watch Johnson.

See how he responds.

Hmm. If he's culpable in
Ginny's disappearance,
we'll know.

That's not a bad plan.

But I'm guessing
he's got one hell
of a poker face.

(SCOFFS) Everyone
has a tell, Alex.

Even the pit boss.

(FAINT CHUCKLE)

Explain.

We have a new bet.

One I didn't authorize.

I took the initiative.

But only because
I requested it.

You requested the game?
Hmm.

Like you said,

maybe I'm finally
starting to enjoy myself.

The gamblers were
eager to ante up.

JOHNSON: Good, good.

I like the action.

Former US Marshal
Jack Fuller.

Turns out he's
been a very bad boy.

Using his
particular skill-set

to forge new
identities for criminals

trying to evade
law enforcement.

Since his retirement,
Fuller has gone from
relocating witnesses

to vanishing fugitives.

A very lucrative
black market

business he's
created for himself.

Which is why Ada
flagged him for the bet.

Should make for
an interesting game.

Yes, yes.

Even more so now
that he knows people
are looking for him.

What are you
talking about?

JOHNSON:
Ada culls information

from various
government databases,

including the
Marshal service.

Which Mr. Fuller
still has access to.

So, now that his
name has been flagged

in the system,
thanks to you,

it's likely he's
already decided to
take his next client.

Himself.

Revise bet.

(JOHNSON READING)

I estimate you
have a couple
of hours at best.

Good luck.

(BEEPING)

Did you know
this was a risk?

Ada doesn't
leave footprints.

If Jack Fuller knows
we're looking for him,

it's because
someone told him.

(LINE RINGING)

You have a problem.

Don't make it mine.

It's time for
you to disappear.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoever sent you
those names,

wants you to find
a link to Fuller.

My guess?

They are aliases
for criminals

he's disappeared
recently.

Yeah, but they
have to have
something in common.

Something concrete.

Mmm-hmm. Different races,
ages, occupations.

(COMPUTER PROCESSING)
Almost no
overlap... Ah!

Except they were all
born in the same town.

Huh.

Deep River, Utah.
What are the
chances of that?

Extremely low.

The town's population
is barely 4,000.

But look at this,
the birth rate's the
highest in the state.

Huh.

So people either
leave Deep River
as soon as they can,

or they weren't
really there
to begin with?

Mmm-hmm. Precisely.
Someone is creating
fake birth certificates

and selling them
to the Jack Fullers
of the world.

But why
Deep River, Utah?

(PROCESSING)

The Vandehorne
Federal Processing Center.

It looks like there
is a government project

to digitize all
Federal paper records

and enter them
onto the Social
Security Registry.

That's how they get
fake birth certificates
into the system.

Someone on the
inside is adding
Yeah.

a few extra names,
and nobody's noticing.

Until now.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Public's not
allowed down here.

I, uh, hear you're
the guy to talk to

about getting
names in the system.

I just enter the data.
Maybe try the website.

I bet that's not what
you told Jack Fuller.

Uh, who?

Look, I'm not a cop.

And I don't care about
whatever scam
you're running here.

But I need to find
Jack Fuller, now.

All right.

He gave me a number.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING AND GRUNTING)

(GROANS)
Stand up. Now...

(PANTING)

Now, how
about that number?

You think a guy like
Jack Fuller leaves a
forwarding address?

No, I don't.
But I think he
came to you

for one last alias,
for himself.

And I'm not leaving
here without that name.

And trust me,
you really don't
want me to stay.

What did you find?

Well, I've got a
new respect for
bureaucrats' knife skills.

And a name.
Jack Fuller is
now Eric Cameron.

Ada's on it.

What about Johnson?
Is he giving anything away?

He hasn't said
a word all day.

Which could mean
he's rattled

or it could mean
it's a Tuesday.

That's odd.
He's leaving
the building.

I'll find Fuller.
You stay with Johnson.

And Cass, be careful.

(BEEPS)

DISPATCH: LVPD Dispatch.
(BEEP, LINE RINGS)

Yeah, I need to put
in a call for service.

Badge number LV1732.

Suspect's name
is Cameron, Eric.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SCANNER BEEPING)
How predictable.

(SCANNER BEEPING)

(SCANNER BEEPING)

You're going
to regret that.

If you
have questions,

why don't we
get on with it?

I've got other
things to do.

Keep going.

Hey!

Ugh!

(GRUNTS)

Open your mouth.

Cooperate,
or you'll regret it.

We haven't even
charged her
with anything.

This interrogation
is fully authorized.

Is that the same
thing as legal?

This woman is
the key to finding out

the kind of danger
your friend is in.

And you want to what?
Just let her go?

(PIANO PLAYING IN
THE BACKGROUND)

Mmm.

Oh, the best.

You really should
try these.
Best in the city.

I don't enjoy
bi-valves.
Silt and filth.

Not for me.

So, tell me,
why are we here?

Not for the pleasure
of each other's

company, I'm assuming.

I have a situation.

It's going to
result in a forfeit.

The circumstances
couldn't be helped.

There seems to
be a growing list

of unfortunate
"circumstances"

surrounding your House.

I have a personal
asset involved in
our latest wager.

I need to ensure
that he remains
uncompromised.

A "personal" asset?

So, it's you who need to
remain uncompromised.

Samuel Letts
was a wise man.

Why he protected you,
I don't know.

I'll allow it this time.

But let's not have
this conversation again.

Get off, get off me!

(MOANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

The search
was unfortunate.
I apologies.

You did handle it
quite well though,

which leads me to assume
you've had training.

This, though...

This, I bet, is new.

I wouldn't get
too comfortable.

That's bold
coming from someone
blinded and chained.

A minor inconvenience.

You can drop the act.
No one can hear you.

That must seem familiar,
Special Agent Rose Nolan.

Where's Detective Brown?

Still hiding
behind the glass?

You're reaching
deep into the barrel

if you're relying on
a local police detective

to aid in
your investigation.

What are you
investigating, anyway?

Do you even know?

You think
you're untouchable.

I think your
current situation

proves otherwise.

Intimidation techniques.

(SCOFFS)

They really are
wasted on me,
Agent Nolan.

(CHUCKLES)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(BEEP)

Brown.

DISPATCH: We have
a hit on your
BOLO, Detective.

Suspect Eric Cameron
is currently at
McCarran Airport.

Suspect?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. What BOLO?

Sorry. I'm sorry,
excuse me.

So sorry,
I'm late for my flight.

Thank you, guys.
Thank you!

Excuse me, sir. Sorry.
Didn't hear the alarm.

OFFICER: Shoes. Come on.

MAN: I'm a Million Miler.

Does that mean
anything to you?

OFFICER:
Jacket. Let's go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, the x-ray machine
is not coming to you.

Let's get it on
the belt, here.
All right, all right.

I'm going.

There, you happy?

(BEEPING)
Is this your bag, sir?

No, it's somebody
else's $1,000 suitcase.

All right, all right.
Grab him!

We've got a gun!
What?

(ALARM GOES OFF)

He's got a gun.

(OFFICER SHOUTING)

MAN: What are you doing?

Easy!

Hey.

You and I need
to have a talk.

I suggest
you run away.
(CHUCKLES)

Stop right there.
Show me your hands.

I told you to run.

Get down on your knees.
Put your hands
behind your head, now!

All right.

Okay.

Don't move.

Cuff him.

You got the wrong guy.

STEWARD:
Welcome. Morning.

Scotch and soda
with a twist of
lemon, please.

Right away, sir.

(SIGHS)

You might want to
make that a double.

Vincent Caruso.
Kyle Vaillancourt.

Andre Victoria.
Justin Foucault.

You know these men.

No, I can't
say that I do.

That wasn't a question.
I'm telling you
what we already know.

We know each
of these men have

specialized
military training.

We know all of them
relocated to Las Vegas.

We know
shortly after that

they all disappeared,
one by one.

And we know
they all have a
connection to you.

Now...

I'm smart enough
to know that that's
not a coincidence.

And I think
you're smart enough

not to try to
convince me otherwise.

I wasn't aware it
was against the law

for a girl to
have a type.

Oh, yeah, you have
a type, all right.

You like men with a very

specific skill-set.

So you can use them
and manipulate them,

and when you're done
with them, you make
them disappear.

If only relationships
were that simple.

You killed these men.

NOLAN: No.

She wouldn't be
careless enough
to kill anyone.

Not herself.

That's the whole
point, isn't it?

That's why you
have these men.

You don't want to
dirty those pretty
little hands of yours.

You just point.

You get someone
else to shoot.

Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you both,
but you're way off.

For starters,
I don't have little hands.

They're quite average
for someone my size.

And secondly,
I have no idea
who these men are.

All right, let's try
a different list.

London, Berlin, Moscow.

Dubai, Algiers, Macau.

Shall I keep going?

How about Mumbai,
Tokyo, Sydney?

Of course there's
Buenos Aires,
Rio, Cape Town.

That's 12, right?

I must be missing one.
Hmm.

Ah! Yes. Las Vegas.

You want to tell me
what they have in common?

Let's see.

They're not all capitals.

Not embassy seats.

I would say
population over
two million,

but that would eliminate
Algiers, Macau and Vegas.

Unless you're considering
the larger metropolitan area.

Are you?

No, I'm stumped.
Can I have a clue?

Wire transfers.

I wasn't even
close, was I?

There were
a massive flurry

of wire transfers
in each of these cities,

corresponding to
the dates of 26 crimes.

Money laundering,
contract killing.

I think these cities
are the center of

an international
crime syndicate.

And I'd like to know
where you fit into
this organization.

Well, since we're
just making things up,

I'll be Jedi princess
of leprechauns.

(CHUCKLES) No,
I don't think
you rank that high.

I think you're middle
management at best,

handing out orders.

And I'd like to
know who's giving
you your orders.

I suggest you
ask yourself

the same question,
Agent Nolan.

Who's pulling
your strings?

Do you even know?

Have you any idea
who's feeding you
your information?

Are you certain
it's the FBI?

Are you even aware
you're being manipulated?

What's wrong, Cal?
Is this all news to you?

What has she told you
the FBI is investigating?

Have you cleared
any of it with
her superiors?

Perhaps you'd like
to give your friend
Agent Forrester a call?

I'd watch out if I
were you, Detective Brown.

You're being led down
a very dangerous path.

That's enough.

There are forces
at work here.

Forces you can't
possibly understand.

Trust me. You're
both out of your depth.

What the hell
is going on here?

You told me this was
a murder investigation.

I told you she was
connected to the
deaths of those men.

Which she is.

You deliberately
misled me so I would
go along with this.

And your ASAC needs
to hear about that.

This is all part of
her plan, Detective.

She's playing us.
She wants to drive
a wedge between us.

She wants us...

Out of the room.

(GRUNTS)

Ahhh!

Those were
warning shots.

Stay where you are.

Or your men don't
get off the ground.

London, 1990.

Triple homicide.

Husband and wife,

their 10-year-old son.
All murdered.

The only survivor
was a little girl.

Six years old.
Their daughter.

The police found you hiding
under your bed, shaking.

They had to bribe you out
with chocolate buttons.

You've mistaken me
for someone else.

You should know
there was a person
of interest in that case

the police were
never able to question.

African American,
brilliant, calculating.

A real mystery.

Sound like
anyone you know?

You think I don't
know who I'm working for.

But the better
question is, do you?

What the hell was that?

Cage rattling.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Never seen anyone's name
get cleared so fast.

You must have friends
in some very high
up places, Mr. Kane.

Yeah, I wouldn't
exactly call them friends.

I'm following orders.

But if I see you
here again,

those cuffs aren't
coming off so
easy next time.

I hear that.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)
Where the hell
have you been?

Let me guess.

You're looking for
your friend. The blonde.

Your colleague in
the criminal organization
you both work for.

You tell me I've
got it wrong, Alex.

Stop. Stop talking.

No, no, no.
You need to hear this.

Whoever you're
working for,

and whatever's
got you showing up

at crime scenes
using my badge number,

this thing you're
mixed up in, it's bad.

And it's going
to get you killed.

No, you're going
to get us killed.

You need to let it go.
Walk away.

I will if you will, Alex.

You need to listen to me.

They will come after you.

Hold on.

Cal, what's going on?

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Hey.

Hold on, buddy.
I'm coming.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Come on.
(LINE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Alex, I'm sorry...

Yeah, explain later.
I need you to find Cal.

Why?

He's in danger.
Just do it, Cassandra.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Alex, he's stopped.
Where?

Commerce, just north
of Kings Avenue.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Get in there.
Get in there!

Cass, I need
all green lights.

I've got you covered.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GUNSHOT)

I need some help!
I've got an officer down!

Come on. Come on!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

There they are.
There they are.

What've we got?

We got a gunshot
wound to the abdomen.

How long has he
been losing blood?

Six and a half minutes.
Okay, let's go.

Cal? Cal. You're
going to be fine.

You're gonna
be just fine.

We took the blonde
and we questioned her.

I guess you were right.

They're coming after me.
What? What?

Sir, you can't
go any further.

Okay. Okay.
He's in good hands.

Okay. Cal, you're
gonna be okay!

Cassandra?

Cassandra,
can you hear me?

I need to
talk to you now!

Johnson did this.

Cassandra!

It's taken care of.

(BEEP)

Mr. Kane.

I know you're disturbed.
What can I do for you?

I think it's time
I threw you through
that window.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

You tried to kill Cal.

You tried to
kill my friend.

I did nothing
of the sort.

You really don't
want to fight
with me, Mr. Kane.

You have no idea
what I want.

(PANTING)

You promised me you'd
help me find my wife.

You held it out in
front of me like a carrot

so I would
play your game.

I deceived you?

Who do you think you're
playing with, Mr. Kane?

Trust is a
two-way street.

(SIGHS)

Enough.

You're done.
Both of you.

I didn't kill
your friend, Alex.

But somebody out there
sure as hell wants you
to believe that I did.

Don't you see it?

They're playing us
against each other.

And who are "they"?

If I knew that,
I wouldn't be wasting
my time with you.

There is a bigger
threat out there.

Bigger than the Gamblers.
Bigger than the House.

I don't know who they are,
but they're coming.

And based on what
they've already done,

they are
extremely dangerous.

I need you to
help me stop them.

No. You're on your own.

And so are you.

(EKG MACHINE BEEPING)

Hey.

(EXHALES)

You walk around here
like nothing's changed.

Like we're still those
two guys who used
to meet for burgers

when we both pulled
the graveyard shift.

But a lie of omission
is still a lie.

Whatever's going
on with you

just came down on me
like the hand of God.

You might be fine
with whatever shade
of charcoal this is,

but I sure
as hell am not.

And I wish I
could tell you, Cal.
But I can't.

That is a choice.

You get to make
that choice.

But so do I.

Today I crossed a line
I never thought I would.

I'm pretty sure
I broke the law.

I damn well know I
broke my own moral code.

I did it for you.

My friend.

I thought your
life was in danger

and so I did what I
thought I had to do.

And what do
I get in return?

No more favors, Alex.

No more phone calls.

No more looking
the other way.

You and me.

We're done.

You told me they'd
ask me questions.

You didn't tell me she
was a sadistic bitch.

Well, I can't know
every variable.

What did you find out?

Agent Nolan has gathered
an alarming amount of
information about us.

But she's drawing all
the wrong conclusions.

Good.

She won't be
in the dark long.

No.

Just long enough
for me to find out
who's been feeding her.

Anything else?

No.

If you want
Alex on your side,

you'd better think of
something to give him,

other than cracked ribs.

(SIGHS)
(ELEVATOR RATTLING)

I believe you
have some questions
for Mr. Fuller.

Where's my wife?

(GRUNTS)
Ahh!

(GRUNTING)

Where is my wife?

I don't know.

Ahhh!

I have zero capacity
to absorb any more lies.

So I'm going to
be honest with you.

If you don't tell
me who hired you,

if you don't tell
me where she is, then

I don't know what
I'm gonna do with you.

But I can promise you,
it will be slow and
it will be very ugly.

Your wife, Ginny.

I just did
what she asked.

What?

She hired me.

She wanted a new
identity, so I put
her in that cabin.

Before I could get
the paperwork ready,
a new identity,

a group of men showed up.

Who were they?
I don't know.

But she did.
She was terrified.

What happened?
I don't know.

Where is she?

She disappeared after that.
She's somewhere in the wind.

(GROWLS)

Never kill a man in
your own house, Alex.

Besides, I think
he's telling the truth.

He's lying!

I wish I could tell you.

Believe me, I do.

(EXHALES)

If Ginny really
is on her own,

then you have no idea
where she is either, do you?

No.

Then I have
no use for you.

Get this man
out of my house.

Mmm.

GINNY: Dear Alex,
this is my
"just in case" letter.

You know how I hate
when things get left unsaid.

Especially when
it comes to us.

You and I were
always on our own journey.

Maybe that's why
we fell in love
in the first place.

I'm sorry, Alex.

I'm sorry, Ginny.

So if there is
a next time,

one that doesn't
involve me,

here's my advice.

Stop punishing yourself.

We're all just doing
the best we can

in this messed-up world.

And you are
a good man, Alex.

Don't ever forget that.

(CAN CLATTERS
ON THE GROUND)

(MUSIC PLAYING)