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Previously on "The Player"...

If I had any new information
about your wife,

don't you think
I would tell you?

CASSANDRA: 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 ya?

I'm well, Samuel.

This new player of yours,
Alex Kane,

our friends like him
very much.

I found some old pictures
on a S.I.M. card.

Dates are off by three days.
It doesn't make any sense.

10 digits usually means
a phone number!

702's a Vegas number.

Don't try and find me, please.

Who's that guy?
Where... where is this?

Miami International Airport.

This is a trail,
and we will follow it.

[mid-tempo
electronic music plays]

_

[cellphone ringing]

[ringing continues]

_

[muffled shouting]

[clock beeps]

[people screaming]

♪

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

Barbara,
what are you doing here?

Well, you never answer
your phone.

Realtor's coming
this afternoon,

and I need you
to sign these papers.

Realtor?

[scoffs]
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.

You think I want
to be reminded every month

that my daughter's dead?

No, I'm sure you don't.
[sighs]

Let me take the house
off your hands.

I don't want your money.

You blame me.

You could have
left her alone.

- [cellphone rings]
- [sighs]

I got to 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 U.S. Continent Trust,
which just experienced

a devastating blow today,
emotionally and physically.

Share prices have
already dropped.

Homeland Security
and the media are operating

on the assumption
that this is an attack

by foreign terrorists.

And 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
homegrown?

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...

U.S. Continent Trust's
in-house legal department.

We believe they were
the intended targets.

Who are their enemies?

- They're bank lawyers.
- Oh, so, it's a short list.

I've scanned their E-mails
for threatening language.

Our suspects
include business rivals,

disgruntled employees,

occupy Wall Street
protest radicals.

- But look.
- [tablet whooshes]

JOHNSON:
This is our guy entering

at 7:37 A.M. Central Time.

Notice the toolbox.

JOHNSON: And this is him exiting
22 minutes later.

No toolbox.
Mm.

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.

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 U.S. Continent Trust

in the Financial Times.

It'll make our flight
go faster.

Looks like
it'll put me to sleep.

Exactly.

[computer beeps, hums]

[computer warbles]

Brilliant.

[computer chimes, beeps]

That's not right.

Enhance.

[sighs]
Where are you?

[tense music plays]

- ALEX: Cassandra, can you hear me?
- [gasps]

[tablet beeps]

Alex, I'm with you.

- [sirens wailing]
- ALEX: 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.
- [tablet beeps]

- [latch clicks]
- You shouldn't have.

I was hoping for a six-pack
and a couple Cohibas,

but I guess this will do.

You're welcome.

CASSANDRA: 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 I.D.

I'd say you've come to check
the integrity of the building

after the blast.

There's a case in there,
as well.

You're gonna need it.

What's this?

Consider it
a time machine.

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

[indistinct conversations]

[police radio chatter]

You need to find
the seat of the blast.

[fit band beeping]

What's this thing doing?

It's analyzing
vaporized residue

for identification
of chemical markers and toxins.

[electricity crackles]

He can't hide
from forensics, remember?

[beeping continues]

[tablet warbles]

Okay, I'm getting
a reading.

You've reached
the hot ring.

[indistinct conversations]

Hey.

[wind whistling]

This guy knew
exactly what he was doing.

The bomb was well-designed...

a lot of shrapnel,
lateral spread radius.

Very targeted.

If he wanted to blow the hell
out of this floor,

that's exactly what he did.

Our lone wolf has skills.

[fit band beeping]

Hey.

[beeping continues]

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?

[sighs]

This charmer goes
by the name of "Beemer."

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

Bit of a long drive.

I'm relaying the most
direct route to you now.

- Last one. Thank you.
- LETTS: Mm-hmm.

And remember,
you have a 9:00 A.M.

tomorrow morning, so...

You boys behave.

Okay, Farrah.
[chuckles]

Mr. Johnson.

Farrah.

Samuel.

[both chuckle]

Looking sharp as ever.
Oh.

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?

- Game time.
- 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 a thousand 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 interest
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.

Oh, from the womb
to the tomb,

forgetting is not
an option.

[grunts]

Hey!
Who blew that building?

What are you talking
about, man?!

Contractors, t-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 you're...
Look!

Look, I-I got paperwork.
I got files.

- You can check them.
- In here?

- Yeah, yeah. Check inside.
- Come here.

- Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Come here.

Okay, okay!

Just because a man runs
doesn't mean

you have to give chase, Alex.

BEEMER: [grunting]

- Have a seat.
- Ah!

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

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

- And miss all the fun?
- Mentioned what?

This...
this is not good.

Yes.

Mr. Beemer seems
to have unloaded enough semtex

for a small army.

Yeah.
And our bomber's not done.

[computer warbles]

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?

Unh-unh.
I don't take names, man.

It's bad for business
and my... and my longevity.

- Come on!
- Aah! Ow!

Who was he?

All right! All right!
Look, he was just some guy.

He had a legit Department
of Transportation I.D... Aah!

Okay, you're gonna tell me
who he was.

He works for these, like,

- demolition pros.
- Uh-huh?

I-I don't know!
Like blowing up old bridges!

When did the deal go down?

Uh, last Thursday
around 4:00.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah!

Ow! Ow.

You're not gonna arrest me?

You've got bigger problems
than me, my friend...

Homeland Security.

Oh, not again.

[sighs]

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
D.o.T. employee records.

Look,
I don't mean to rush you,

but the ticking clocks
around here go boom.

[engine revs, tires squeal]

- No hits.
- All right, check again...

this time the records
of past employees

who've been laid off
or fired.

Okay, yep, brilliant, brilliant.
Got it.

_

- MAN: [singing in Spanish]
- [woman singing in Spanish]

- 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 D.o.T.

He hit a bank...
and not for money.

Ah, this doesn't make
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]

[siren wails in distance]

Are you Mr. Johnson?

Why do you ask?

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

[chuckles lightly]

Well,
that's good to know.

People 'round 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.

- Oh, that's what they say, huh?
- Yeah.

But you got to have
some money, though...

- nice car, nice shoes...
- [chuckles]

keeping this house empty
all these years.

- You know what that place is worth?
- Yeah.

I know exactly
what it's worth.

Well, anyway, man,
this is for you.

Oh.

_

Yo, little man.

Fight the good fight.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

Neighborhood.

_

[engine shuts off]

I'm gonna take
a wild guess

and say U.S. Continent Trust
owns Javier's house.

Mm, it looks like
Javier's original lender

tranched his mortgage,
bundled off the service rights

to a Chinese lender,
and then it was purchased...

mm, this is a mess.

[computer warbles, beeps]

But, yes, here it is.
U.S. 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.

[hinges creak]

You mean "victims."

I found his workshop.

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

[sighs]
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 save the family.

Yes, but this guy is
clearly unstable.

He could be a danger
to his family.

Again
with the savior complex.

Maybe, Mr. Kane, the guilt
of dropping so many bodies is

causing you to overcorrect.

[scoffs]

There are no more leads.

Well, then, Cassandra,
any progress

on identifying
Javier's next target?

Cassandra?

Cassandra, I need your head
in the game.

My head is
always in the game.

[tablet warbles, beeps]

The wife's cellphone is pinging
at a one-star motel

near the airport.

I'm relaying coordinates
to you now.

I'm on my way.

[tires screech,
engine shuts off]

♪

Cecilia Cruz?

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

He may be in danger.

Uh, girls,
go outside, okay?

Play. Come on.
It's okay.

Are you the police?

No, but I need
to find your husband.

[sighs]

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?

O-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/businesswoman

and asked her
to tell our story,

but she said
that it was our fault

that we had gotten in
over our heads.

[breathes deeply]

And then, last month,
they took our house.

[sighs]
Javier...

it was too much for him.
He... he broke in half.

[sniffles]

I've never seen him so...

The bombing
at the bank...

- oh, my God.
- Mommy.

[gasps] D-Did Javi...
did Javier...

Mommy.

I'm gonna find him.

- CASSANDRA: Alex, I've got a visual.
- [sighs]

[sobbing quietly]

His "L" pass was swiped
on the orange line...

Ashland Station.

[sighs]
He's got a bomb.

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 C.E.O.s.

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.

Good call, Alex.

Well, so much
for journalistic integrity.

Where is she now?

[whimpering]

Good news, Jemma.

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

[gasping]

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

[whimpering]

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 mumbling]

Aah!
[gasps]

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.

But I don't.

[whimpering]

[timer beeps]

[gasps, whimpers]

My name is Javier Cruz.

I'm not the enemy.

The real enemy is
U.S. 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 screech]

♪

[elevator chimes, bell dings]

[muffled shouting]

Bomb!

- You see him?
- [people screaming]

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?

- Oh.
- Jemma, I need you to stay really still.

Try not to panic,

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

She's wearing enough semtex
to blow the lobby.

Aah!

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.
- [velcro crackling]

Good, that's good.
Just like that.

I'm sending it down now.
Get out of the door!

Just like...

- Come on!
- JEMMA: Aah!

Alex?

Alex!

[engine shuts off,
door chime rings]

Teddy Roe.
Now that's the way to go...

three-piece suit, hat,

take that stroll
down South Michigan Avenue.

[chuckles]

You know,
he had his shoes...

[sighs]

Cassandra,
I need eyes now.

CASSANDRA: Mr. Johnson?
What's wrong?

Samuel Letts is dead.

[sighs]

[computer beeps]

Okay.

You're encased
in marble and concrete.

I can't see you.

You need to get out
of that mausoleum.

Use thermal imaging.

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.

No R.F. in the area.

The car is clear.
Get out of there.

[engine turns over]

[tires squeal]

TRAVERS:
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's in a building... trapped...
full of reporters.

Cops I can handle,
but I cannot...

I will not have
a Player exposed on my watch.

On it.

Crash all the social media,
satellite feeds,

wipe the hard drives.

Search the damn trash
if you have to.

What's my E.T.A.?

[sighs]
2 minutes and 44 seconds.

[tires squeal]

Make it two flat.

[police radio chatter]

- 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!

- With what?!
- With your phone!

- [gasping]
- You okay?

ALEX: Right here.
Right here.

Hey, Resource, I could use
some resourcefulness.

I have been extremely resourceful,
thank you very much.

Aw, 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!

Hey!

Back through the lobby.

Escalator well,
southern corner.

♪

MAN: 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.

- MAN: Please remain calm!
- He's nearly there.

- [sirens wailing]
- Move towards the street!

Move in an orderly fashion
towards the street!

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[tires squeal]

You put the secrecy
of the House in jeopardy.

If Cassandra hadn't contained
the damage,

I'd have had 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.

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.

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?

C.E.O.
of U.S. 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, uh, modify your situation.

[zipper clicks]

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.

U.S. 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.

It 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, but 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 multinational 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 clicking]

Son of a bitch!

[chuckles]

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 beg...
[muffled] I'm begging you!

[muffled shouting]

[grunting, mumbling]

How does it feel
to be trapped in a house

that will blow
your whole world to pieces?

[timer beeps]

WEBSTER:
[grunting]

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

does nothing...

no matter
how desperately you plead.

[grunts]

It's called helplessness.

That's what you're feeling.

[device beeps]

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

And trust me...
you never get used to it.

[whimpers]

- Javier.
- [grunts]

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.
- [tape rips]

Get out of here!

- Go, go!
- No! I have to kill him!

Cecilia and your daughters,
they love you.

You still have a family.

I will never see them
again!

You can make that choice
right now.

[breathes heavily]

You're not
beyond redemption.

None of us are.

[sobbing quietly]

Take it.

Take it.

[sighs]

- Hey.
- [sobbing quietly]

[device clicks]

[breathes deeply]

[cellphone beeps,
door opens]

You're a lunatic!

I'll see that you rot in jail
for the rest of your life!

[chuckles]

Hey!

Where you going with him?
Where are the police?

Well, 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.

[device clicks, beeps]

[car alarm blaring]

[engine turns over]

Ah.

Looks like your housing boom
just went bust.

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

Now he's gonna 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.

[cellphone beeps,
door opens]

You think money can replace
a father?

Depends on the father.

[tablet warbles, chimes]

[engine shuts off]

[knocks on door]

Ginny?

- [tea kettle hissing]
- Ginny?

[hissing stops]

Ginny, are you here?

It's me.

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

[sighs]

Ginny,
I can keep you safe.

[static crackling]

[crackling stops]

[cellphone rings]

[cellphone rings]

[cellphone beeps]

JOHNSON:
Cassandra.

Are you all right?

They slit his throat
like he was nobody.

Samuel Letts...

Do you have any idea
who it was?

No.
But they know me.

They killed him because
he was asking questions...

questions I need answered.

Who could even orchestrate
such a thing?

Who would dare challenge
the Council?

[sighs]

Cassandra, whatever agenda
that you're working on,

I need it to stop.

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

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 encroaching.

Our lives
and our safety is intertwined.

Do you understand?

And I need to know
if you are with me.

Of course.

[sighs]

BARBARA: [sighs]
Sweet little girl.

You know,
when she was 3 years old,

she asked Santa
to bring her a stethoscope.

I said, "Princesses wear tiaras,
like Mommy's tiara."

Never should've got her
the damn thing.

She probably would've
stayed home.

[sighs]

I see you made yourself
comfortable.

What's up
with the box, Alex?

I'll buy your half
of the house...

fair market price.

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

Uh, what
are you talking about?

It 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, yeah...

- you've had enough.
- Don't touch...

[sighs]

See what you made me do?

[sighs]

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]

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