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Previously on "The Player"...

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

I look forward
to what comes next.

I put you away
for the rest of your life.

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.

30 seconds and counting.

Yeah, I'm 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.

25 seconds.

15.

14...
What are you doing?

Oh, you know,
biding my time.

I got the package.
Game over.

Not for our thief.
Behind you.

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.

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 upended

by this system?

You mean your system.

My allegiances are my own.

I have chosen to help you

because what has 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.

There's a storage facility
outside of Summerlin,

west of Vegas Valley.

This key opens a padlock
attached to unit number 415.

These are
Ginny's things?

This was all the junk
that wouldn't fit into her house

after she moved out,

when she got her own place,
after... after we broke up.

I'm sorry.

I know you were hoping
to find something useful.

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.

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 don'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.

Hey...

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.

Do what, exactly?

I don't trust it.

The signal from that call was
bounced around the globe

two dozen times over.

Whoever contacted you
most definitely had something to hide.

And whoever they are,

they wanted me to know
about this guy...

Jack Fuller.

He was the head of the Marshal
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, whoa,
won't that, uh...

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 we do, we watch Johnson.

- See how he responds.
- Mm-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.

Everyone has a tell, Alex.

Even the Pit Boss.

Explain.

We have a new bet.

One I didn't authorize.

I took the initiative.

But only
because I requested it.

- You...
- Mm-hmm.

...requested the game?

Like you said, maybe I'm finally
starting to enjoy myself.

The gamblers were eager
to ante up.

Good.
Good.

I like the action.

Former U.S. 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.

It 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?

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.

"Can Alex Kane locate
Jack Fuller, professional ghost,

before he leaves
the country?"

I estimate you have
a couple of hours at best.

Good luck.

Did you know
this was a risk?

Ada doesn't leave
footprints.

If Jack Fuller knows
we're looking for him,

that's because
someone told him.

You have a problem.

Don't make it mine.

Time for you to disappear.

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Whoever sent you those names...

wants you to find a link
to Fuller.

My guess...
they're aliases to criminals

he's disappeared
recently.

Yeah, but they have
to have something in common,

- something concrete.
- Mm-hmm.

Different races, ages,
occupations.

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.

Look at this... birth rate's
highest in the state.

Huh.

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

or they weren't really there
to begin with?

Mm-hmm, precisely...
someone's creating

fake birth certificates
and selling them

to the Jack Fullers
of the world.

But why
Deep River, Utah?

Vandehorne
Federal Processing Center.

It looks like
there's a government project

to digitize
all federal paper records

and enter them onto the
Social Security registry.

And that's how they get
fake birth certificates

- into the system.
- Yeah.

Someone on the inside is adding
a few extra names,

and nobody's noticing.

Until now.

Hey.

Uh... public's not allowed
down here.

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

about getting names
in the system.

Yeah,
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.

- Come here.
- Aah!

Stand up.

Now...

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 got a new respect
for bureaucrats' knife skills,

and a name.

Jack Fuller is now
Eric Cameron.

Ada's on it.

What about Johnson?
Has he given 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.

LVPD Dispatch.

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

Badge number LV1732.

Suspect's name is
Cameron, Eric.

No!
Aah!

How predictable.

You're gonna regret that.

If you have questions,
why don't we get on with it?

I've got other things to do.- -

Keep going.

Hey!

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?

Mmm.
Oh, the best.

You really should try these.

Best in the city.

I don't enjoy bivalves.

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.

Circumstances couldn't
have been 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 needs 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.

Hey, get off!
Get off me!

Aah!

The search was unfortunate.

I apologize.

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...

they really are wasted on me,
Agent Nolan.

Brown.

We have a hit
on your BOLO, Detective.

Suspect Eric Cameron is
currently at McCarran Airport.

Suspect?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What BOLO?

Sorry... I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

Excuse me. So sorry...
I'm late for my flight.

Thank you, guys.
Thank you!

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

Shoes.
Come on.

I'm a million-miler.
Does that mean anything to you?

- Jacket... let's go.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, the X-ray machine's
not coming to you.

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

I'm going.

There.
You happy?

This your bag, sir?

No, it's somebody else's

- thousand-dollar suitcase.
- All right, great.

Grab him.
We got a gun.

What?

Hey,
he's got a gun.

- Who are...
- Hands on the table.

- Hands on the table!
- What's going on?

- Hands on the table.
- What... what are you doing?!

Easy.

Hey.

You and I need
to have a talk.

I suggest you run away.

_

Stop right there!

- Show me your hands.
- I told you to run.

Down on your knees and put
your hands behind your head now!

All right.
Okay.

Don't move.

Cuff him.

You got the wrong guy.

All right,
here we go.

Welcome.
Good morning.

Scotch and soda
with a twist of lemon, please.

Right away, sir.

You might want
to make that a double.

Vincent Caruso.

Kyle Vaillancourt.

Andre Victoria.

Justin Foucalt.

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.

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.

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.

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, Kyle?
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.

Those are 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,

6 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.

Never seen anyone's name get
cleared so fast.

You must have some friends in
some very high 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.

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 gonna
get you killed.

No, you're
gonna 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?

Hey!

Hold on, buddy!
I'm coming!

Come on.

Alex, I'm sorry.

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

Why?

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

- Alex, he's stopped.
- Where?

Commerce...
just north of Kings Avenue.

Come on!

Let's get you in here.

Get in there.
Get in there!

Cass, I need
all green lights!

I've got you covered.

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

- Okay, grab a gurney!
- Come on, Cal.

Come on!

- Come on! We're doing it!
- There they are.

- There they are.
- What have we got?

We've got a gunshot wound
to the abdomen.

How long has
he been losing blood?

6 1/2 minutes.

Okay, let's go!

Cal, Cal,
you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be
just fine, man.

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.
- 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.

Mr. Kane.

I know
you're disturbed.

What can I do for you?

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

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.

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.

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?

Well, 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.

Hey.

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.

And 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.

Well, 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,

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 want Alex on your side,
you'd better think

of something to give him
other than cracked ribs.

I believe you have
some questions for Mr. Fuller.

Where's my wife?

Where is my wife?

I don't know.

Aah! Aah!

I have zero capacity
to absorb any more lies,

so I'm gonna 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.

Y-Your wife, Ginny...
I j...

I just did
what she asked.

What?

She hired me!

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

And she was terrified.

And what happened?

- I don't know.
- Where is she?

She disappeared
after that.

She's
somewhere in the wind.

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.

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.

Sheesh.

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.

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