Previously on Alcatraz
No.
Meet the 63s.
The worst criminals this country has ever known are coming back.
Meet Jack Sylvane.
Jack Sylvane died over 30 years ago.
Dr. Soto, my grandfather was a guard too.
You know Tommy Madsen?
My grandfather wasn't a guard, he was an inmate.
That's him.
He killed my partner.
Police.
So we have to find these 63s.
We need to find who took them.
Jack, put down the gun.
- On your knees! - This is where I belong.
Welcome home, Jack.
You won't be lonesome long.
- Hey, we got a new fish, boys. - Welcome to the big house!
Look who's come to the Rock! Whoo! Ha-ha.
We'll get you in the cell.
But first the boss wants to cast an eyeball on you.
The warden likes to welcome the new fish in person.
But he's king screw. And you'd do well not to piss him off.
Outside?
Brisk air will do wonders for a johnson.
Five hundred yards.
That's a heck of a shot, son.
What was the final body count? Fifteen?
Sixteen.
Me? I can barely hit these cans at 20.
Tell me...
...how do you pick one?
When they're all just little dots in your scope.
A feeling.
Word from McNeil Island has you taking potshots...
...at a guard with a homemade single shot. Is that right?
In the leg.
Which, given your skills, was purposive.
I wanted transfer.
Not murder.
Ten years on the Rock, you'd be the first who'd come willingly.
What made our island your favored destination?
A private cell.
My own private cell.
A mile and a half.
From here to the shore.
In case you were getting ideas.
Situate him in his private cell.
Mr. Cobb.
Any pointers?
Drop your shoulder.
There are 47 slats in the picket fence.
Four, seven. One, two, three, four. One.
- Please, let's just not Come on.
- I won't shake it, I promise. It'll be fun. - Okay. Promise?
You have to run a register, do inventory, stock.
It's not all video games and the first crack at DC's latest.
Got it, doc. Hey, what's the new gig anyway?
- I'm not supposed to talk about it. - Okay.
It's a task force.
Okay.
FBI, mostly. Some police.
But I can't talk about it.
I'm a civilian authority.
- Sounds cool. - Oh, it's cool all right.
It's super cool.
Whoa, hot chick. Don't look, don't look, don't look.
- You looked. - That's my partner.
- On the task force. - No way.
Way.
Morning, doc.
Go stock something.
You want?
No thanks. There's scary stuff in dim sum.
Sucks for you.
So...
...read your book last night.
Tommy Madsen, my grandfather, Inmate 2002...
...life without parole for murdering his wife.
- Couple typos in there, but-- - What?
Kidding.
- Where's the rest? - Rest of what?
There's six paragraphs for the other inmates...
...and only one paragraph for Tommy.
That's all I could find.
Did he really kill your partner?
Yeah. We were chasing after him, didn't even know it.
Weird. Chasing your own grandfather.
I wonder who's next.
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
There's 47 slats in the picket fence.
Four, seven.
One, two, three, four. One, two.
Two.
Three, four, five, six, seven.
Forty-seven, 47, 47.
Hey, Hopper.
Becca, hey.
- How's the new gig with the feds? - Oh, you know.
So, what's going on?
Some kind of sniper.
SWAT's searching everything at 750 yards.
Area's on lockdown.
- Who's the ride-along? - He's a famous comic-book writer.
The victims. Are they, you know, still here?
Look, homicides are never easy.
Well, before I met you, wasn't really an issue. I'm just saying.
You have to detach yourself from everything you see.
Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. Okay?
Who have we got?
You tell me.
Dead crows.
Ernest Cobb. Gotta be. Wichita Sniper.
He learned to shoot killing crows for farmers.
How he made a living after the orphanage.
All the kill shots were to the heart.
He does three shootings in three days then he goes underground.
So we've got two teenagers...
...and a guy in his mid-30s. Was that Cobb's MO?
Doc. Doc?
How's the new partner working out?
Hey, doc? Take long deep breaths.
Cobb's shootings were always random.
No MO as far as his victims were concerned.
Random.
That just means we don't have enough information yet. Or aren't sharing it.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this.
Do you know what kind of rifle Cobb used back in the day?
Winchester.
Model 70, I think.
No, no, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Uses the same bullet as an M40.
So the S.F.P.D. is assuming that he's using a modern weapon.
But Cobb's maximum range with a Winchester is what...
...probably 500 yards? Not 750.
The buildings they're searching are too far away.
Nice work.
But that hill looks about right.
Guy on the midway. Boom.
Ferris wheel. Bam-bam.
Casings should've popped this way.
I don't know, Rebecca.
He would've cleaned up afterward. The guy was OCD.
Okay.
What?
Alcatraz.
Another killer back from the Rock.
And we got two days to catch him.
On March 21st, 1963, Alcatraz officially closed.
All the prisoners were transferred off the island
Only that's not what happened.
Not at all.
Inmates on the tier!
Tier 2, on the ready!
Hey, buddy.
I see you. I know you're in there.
- You can't hide, buddy. - Leave me alone.
Mail call today. Got a beauty from the missus.
She's staying with her sister and sister's husband, who I bet is trying to poke her.
They're asking for rent, which request the missus passes to me.
Even from a distance she is a piece of work.
Already she's sent my entire shop salary. These damn chicks are--
No!
Poor bastard.
Name's Jack Sylvane.
Where does he go?
Solitary.
That's the last he sees of any of us.
Do you know him?
No.
He's back.
Just like you're back.
Why?
Are you working together?
Where have you been for the past 50 years?
Who's watching me'?
You disappeared from Alcatraz in 1963.
How did you get here?
I don't know.
One minute I was in my cell...
...and then I...
And then I wasn't.
When you were captured...
...they found this in your pocket.
Do you know what it opens?
Did someone ask you to get it?
I don't know.
He's telling the truth.
All right, Jack, let's start at the beginning again, shall we?
Found Cobb's storage box.
This isn't the only door without a handle, you know.
There's another one in the file room.
There are three buttons in the elevator that you can't press without a key.
He's got a whole operation and we're only a tiny part of it.
Now, you're the main part of our part. So what does he need me for?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who caught Jack Sylvane, doc?
Hauser's people? No.
We did.
Cobb spent more time in solitary confinement...
...than any other inmate on record.
Maybe issues with authority or had trouble following the rules?
How'd they catch him last time?
Someone recognized him from the FBI's Most Wanted list.
Not before he shot his way through eight cities. Denver to Anchorage.
I don't think we can put a time-traveling sniper's face on the Most Wanted list.
Yeah, probably not.
So the hammer markings on the casing you found are a match...
...for Cobb's gun of choice.
How could you possibly get a ballistics report in two hours?
Does this lead to something concrete?
Old rifle.
He would've had to get it at a specialty gun shop.
Then why are you still here?
You wanted children.
Go babysit.
You know, Emerson, they're not so bad.
Tell me Hauser isn't the nutcase I think he is.
He's a little prickly sometimes, but he's all right.
You been with him awhile?
With him, Without him.
Whoa. "Call of Duty: Urban Warfare" in 3-D.
I think I got a Second Amendment contact high.
- Hello, Witten. - Detective Madsen.
What an unspeakable pleasure.
I thought the ATF took your license away.
All my wife's licenses are up to date, thank you, ma'am. I just work here.
Never seen him. Sorry.
Oh, well, that's a relief.
Because this guy's a suspect in this shooting...
...so whoever sold him the gun is gonna be in a world of hurt. Glad it's not you.
You know what?
This individual did, in fact, come into the store a couple of days ago.
Picked up an old Winchester.
Model 70.
Pre-paid credit card.
No name or address.
You know that without looking?
Do you know how many 70s I've sold in the past ten years?
One.
You know the drill. Security footage, please.
Whoa, pause it there.
Is that a room key?
Yeah. Not that many hotels still use that kind of room marker anymore.
We'll have to figure out which one.
Oh, yes
- I'm the great pretender - Ooh, ooh
Pretending that I'm doing well
- Ooh, ooh - My need is such
Give us some space.
I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell
First prison where I eat the same as you.
Full bellies make a man less likely to cause upset.
Pretender
You eat alone.
In a world of my own
What was that, son? You need to speak up.
- Alone. You eat alone. - Oh.
But to my real shame
You've left me To grieve all alone
"Honorable Warden Edwin James...
...I respectfully and kindly request a transfer to D Block in a solitary cell.
Purpose of which is for me to take meals in private...
...and abstain from communal visits to the yard.
Also I would prefer to be in a cell block...
...where talking and fraternization was prohibited."
Really beautiful letter, son.
Request denied.
No.
- No. - No.
This ain't a hotel, son.
You don't get to pick your accommodations.
A new cell.
- A quiet cell. - I'm gonna pick up this bone now...
...and chew on it.
I'd prefer to do that in private.
Please, sir. Please. No. No.
No. No, you can't.
- So we sign in here? - Uh-huh.
Great. May I?
Can I ask you something?
Do you know how these guys are coming back and who's...
...you know, behind it?
Because I have some theories involving wormholes.
But how is it you seem to accept everything that's happening...
...like it's not the biggest thing?
Well, how I feel about what's happening...
...doesn't change the fact that it is happening.
Thanks.
That helps a ton.
This is the place. Manager ID'd Cobb. Room 123.
I've called Hauser. He'll be here.
No, no, no. We can't risk Cobb slipping away.
Stay behind till I say it's clear.
Police.
Clear.
There's 47 slats in the picket fence.
Four, seven. One, two.
Lucy, get down.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Doc, get out of here. Call an ambulance.
Come on, go.
Stay with me, Lucy. Stay with me. Okay?
Pulse is weak and thready. She's lost a lot of blood.
Let's get her in the box.
- Where are you taking her? - St Mary's.
- What happened? - She was at the window.
He must've been sitting on the room, watching, waiting for us.
And whose fault is that?
He played us, like he knew we were coming.
Do these guys know we're chasing them?
- What does that matter? - Look, if I knew how they got here...
...maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Stop talking.
This is what I know. That Cobb is still out there.
And as long as he is, he will continue to kill.
And that is all you need to know.
She's alive.
But she's in a coma.
Doctor says it might be temporary...
...but it also might be not so temporary.
Hello, Jack.
- Was she a target? - I don't know.
Was she a target? Answer me.
I don't know.
That's a shame.
Maybe Dr. Beauregard can jog your memory.
This is weird.
And awful.
The only thing we can do to help Lucy now is to find Cobb, okay?
Okay.
What's that?
Those are the cities where Cobb shot people.
Lucy must have set up a database on the 63s.
Those were the first five victims.
Hauser said Cobb didn't have an MO.
- That his shootings were random. - Yeah.
What if they weren't?
What if he used the randomness to hide his real victim?
- Hmm. Who was that? - There's always a girl.
She's about 15, 16 years old.
She's in every shooting like the carnival.
Who's the 16-year-old in his life?
I don't know. He grew up in an orphanage, ran away at age 12.
He did go looking for his birth mom.
Found her when he was 20. But she slammed the door.
But she would have been in her 40s, not 16.
So what do they mean to Cobb?
- What are you doing? - Cobb's been ahead the whole time.
I'm trying to get ahead of him. This was his cell.
Found a box in the file room filled with undelivered letters.
- This one's for Cobb. - Why didn't he get it?
Oh, if you're an inmate and want letters, you give the warden a list of names.
Cobb didn't have a list.
From Eloise Monroe.
"Dear Ernest. You may not remember...
...but I was there when you came to find your mom, who's my mom too.
Which means we're brother and sister.
I'm sorry she was unkind to you. She's never been one for surprises.
I hope it'll be okay if we're pen pals...
...because I always wanted a big brother to look out for me. Sincerely, Eloise."
Cobb didn't even know she tried to contact him.
Nope. Looks like you were right.
- What do you mean? - So I'm Cobb, and I finally find my mom.
I get the courage to go see her, she slams the door in my face.
But not before I see she has another kid. Not much younger than me.
A 16-year-old girl.
This one she actually raised.
Why her and not me? If I'm Cobb, I'm pissed.
Is Eloise still alive?
No, I checked. Died in a car accident nine years ago.
Well, we know the why. Let's find the where.
I'll keep digging-
B and C, 15 minutes to count!
Ring in outside B!
All you bums, get ready for head count!
On your feet.
It's time for count.
Open 114.
One more time. Get up.
Welcome to Solitary.
Your days of elbow-rubbing and hobnobbing are over.
No mess hall.
No work detail. No talking.
Just you and your cell, 24/7.
Open 212.
- You been here all night? - Yeah.
- What's that? - Son of a bitch made himself a scope.
- Does it work? - Yeah, it works.
Holy crap. I can see cars, hills, people.
He just sat here.
Staring at the city, the people. Waiting.
- For what? - The day he could kill them. Come on.
Forty-seven. 47.
Forty-seven.
Good morning.
I gotta hand it to you.
You could've done anything.
Jumped a guard. Firebombed your cell.
You could've took a page from your own playbook and made yourself a gun.
But you showed real smarts.
Studied that rule book until you found the perfect infraction.
Number 28. Daily routine.
Stand by your cell door facing out.
Remain there until the bell signal sounds again.
Huh. Simple.
Elegant.
You committed the smallest breach in the most public of ways...
...and you forced my hand.
You win, son.
Fair and square.
There's just one thing. Open up.
I believe you two fellas know each other.
Wait. Wait.
You can't. You can't!
- Well hell, buddy, it ain't so bad-- You can't!
This is my prison. I can do whatever the hell I like.
- And look at that view. That is-- - No, no, no. You can't!
- That man makes me nervous-- - Please. Shut it. Shut it.
- Please, please. I believe you. I know. - That view of the city is unbelievable--
- Please stop it. Stop it! - We're looking right at people there--
All we can do is sit and watch it--
Stop. Stop it. Shut it. Shut your mouth!
This is like torture. It's torture.
- Shut it. Now! - For the trumpet will sound...
...and the dead shall be raised imperishable...
...and we will all be changed.
This footage was captured hours ago...
...at a local Columbus Super Store...
- ...where a shooter opened fire... - It's his third shooting.
...brutally killing three and wounding many others.
- We missed him. - No.
Lucy wasn't part of his pattern. It's number two.
We've got one more shot. Let's get back to work.
The view narrows our search to three miles...
...covering North Beach and Telegraph Hill.
Both shootings happened at the highest vantage point.
Can you remove the structures that weren't there in '63?
The ones Cobb wouldn't have seen from his cell?
Uh, let me see.
Okay, got it. This is a photo of the buildings that are there now.
And these are the buildings that Cobb could see in 1963.
How's Lucy?
She's stable.
The doctors say there's no telling the extent of the damage.
So what do you got?
This is what Cobb saw from his cell. Every day.
He made a scope and studied the view. Just imagined it over and over.
And these are the buildings high enough to be used as a vantage point.
Yeah, from the rooftops he could shoot down at Pier 31 or Fort Mason.
- That's where we'll find him. - Let's take a ride.
I got this one. Alive. I want him alive.
Forty-seven slats in the picket fence.
Forty-seven. Forty-seven.
There's 47 slats in the picket fence. One, two, three, four...
There's 47 slats in the picket fence.
One, two, three, four. Forty-seven.
- Forty-seven. - Cobb!
- Forty-seven. There's 47 slats. - Drop your weapon!
Three, four, five, six. Forty-seven.
Forty-seven slats in the picket fence.
I know you met your mother. She had a daughter. You saw her, Cobb.
You saw your sister. You know she wrote you a letter?
Her name was Eloise. She lived at 47 Kiely Street.
- Your sister. - Go to hell.
She wanted to know you. Wanted a brother--
Go to hell!
Okay, Cobb. I'm putting down my gun. Are you ready? I'm coming out.
Here's the gun.
All right? My hands are in the air.
I have the letter. I can show you.
She's not out there. Your sister's not out there.
- Shut up! - Cobb!
Don't move. Don't move!
- Right-handed? - Yeah.
No more shooting.
I don't think I can hack this.
- Doc. - No, I mean it. Hauser doesn't need me.
And what we're doing?
Stone-cold killers, and dead bodies, and someone I actually know getting...
...right in front of me.
This isn't a comic book world, is it?
Real people will die if we don't catch these guys.
It's okay to feel this way, Doc.
It comes with the job.
I'm afraid...
...I'm not gonna be good at it.
Well, too late. You already are.
I want you to go home, get some sleep...
...and get ready for the next one because I need you.
Thanks.
Close it up.
I could have killed you today.
And now you're here...
...you're gonna wish I had.
I hate to see it's come to this.
Trussed up like a Christmas hog.
But your penchant for insubordination seems insatiable.
Time and again you've found your way back into Solitary.
Damned if I can figure out why.
But not to worry, son.
I've studied, and researched...
...and found a doctor who, with God's will...
...might be able to help you.
If anyone could figure what's gone amiss in that noggin of yours...
...it's this little lady here.
Welcome to Alcatraz, Dr. Sengupta.
Thank you, Warden James.
Hello, Mr. Cobb. My name is Lucille Sengupta.
I'm here to help you.