Alcatraz

Previously, on Alcatraz...

Meet the '63s.

The worst criminals this country has ever known

are coming back.

Grandfather wasn't a guard, he was an inmate.

That's him.

Tommy Madsen?

He killed my partner.

Police!

So we have to find these '63s.

We need to find who took them.

- Jack, put down the gun. - Do it.

- Get on your knees! - This is where I belong!

Lucy, get down!

Did she ever talk to you about a DNR?

Are you saying she's dying?

You know her methods. Fix her.

Say what you want about modern technology.

We're still at the mercy of the gods.

I've tried electroshock,

traumatic memory therapy,

acupuncture.

Every damn thing I know to have been in her toolkit.

She remains stubbornly unresponsive.

Why is her EEG active?

She's dreaming.

Dreaming.

And whatever she's dreaming about

is evidently better than her options here

in our so-called reality.

- So, she sleeps. - Deeply.

So, what's next?

Simple.

Read to her.

Harold Robbins.

The carpetbaggers. It's a modern classic.

And one of Dr. Sangupta's guilty pleasures,

if I'm not mistaken.

I believe the sound of your voice

might draw her to the surface,

where my science might reach her.

She needs a reason, sir. Love is a good one.

What're you afraid of, Emerson?

Call me when you have a tangible treatment to discuss.

Hey! Hey, guy!

Hey!

Our friend just got engaged.

It's our job to get him laid,

your job to get him drunk.

"We can brave human laws,

but we cannot resist natural ones."

Jules Verne.

You got a problem, pal?

Just make the drinks, okay?

No problem.

As a matter of fact,

let me make you something special.

What a loser.

Did you see?

Let's what you got. Catch.

Go!

There it is, man.

Hey, McKee, Cullen wants you.

Yeah, I don't deal with his type.

You don't got a choice.

Mikey Cullen.

I know who you are.

I guess a loss of anonymity is the price you pay

when people are scared of you.

I need a favor.

Squirrely mug jumping kings over there needs killing.

Grindle the librarian?

Why do you want to kill him?

Selling pig stickers outta the library.

I got my own guy selling shivs.

This place is lousy with murderers. Why me?

Poison gets the job done quiet.

If I say no?

You don't want to say no to me.

I guess every schoolyard's got a bully.

Yeah, well, this ain't no schoolyard, McKee.

Get the job done, or it'll be you who needs killing.

Here you go, fellas.

- Hey! - It's about time.

This one's on me.

You okay?

You okay?

What's the matter?-

Someone, help me!

Someone call 911! Help!

Help me!

The doctor is in.

The doctor is operating.

And the world is his plaything.

Four gate rush,

Child's play.

That's all you got?

Dr. Traz,

your refresh rate is, like, zero.

What are you, on some kind of Pentagon mainframe?

I'm the grand master.

Wait.

Someone, help me!

Someone call 911!

Boy.

Johnny McKee.

Doc, what are you doing up so late? Everything okay?

No, no, it's not okay.

I got a possible '63 match on Lucy's computer.

Johnny McKee. A really bad cat.

He killed over 70 people in '58.

Okay, slow down.

And now, there's a viral video of him from some Chinatown club

where people are dying or just died,

and I'm watchin' it!

When was the video uploaded?

2 1/2 minutes ago.

I'm gonna call Hauser.

You text me the address, and I'll meet you there.

On march 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

All the prisoners were transferred off the island...

Only that's not what happened.

Not at all.

Right in here.

Morning.

You get any sleep?

Nope.

What have we got?

Johnny McKee.

Grew up in Oregon, smart guy,

but shy, dorky, not a lot of friends.

You know the type.

He taught organic chemistry at junior college,

then, in his spare time, he poisoned people.

Cyanide was his drug of choice.

He started small, and then it escalated,

till he murdered most of his high school class.

42 people at their 15-year reunion.

M.O.?

At the reunion, he posed as a janitor,

rigging the sprinklers with Zyklon A.

A cyanide-based pesticide.

So, police are calling this a drug overdose.

Could it be cyanide?

We won't know until the tox screen comes back.

Manager's over at the bar.

Hi. I'm detective Madsen.

You seen this man?

Yeah, sure. That's Johnny. He applied two days ago.

Did you interview him?

"Make me a Martini." That was his interview.

Did he fill out an application?

- Yeah. - Can I see it?

- Sure. - Thank you.

So, why these four guys?

McKee's victims were usually men.

- They never figured out why? - No.

And he never would say.

Here you go.

All right, we got an address.

142 South Broadway Boulevard. Apartment 335.

That's in the Richmond District.

Man.

What do you got there?

Four dudes bit it at a club last night.

Video went viral.

Is it on the television?

Television? Hello, it's called the Internet.

McKee? Walk with me.

We have a demanding clientele. A lot of high rollers.

They can be tough on you.

Pool boy went to lunch yesterday and didn't bother coming back.

Third time in two weeks.

So, where have you worked before?

Let's see, uh, a library, a garden,

a laundry.

Then you know how to fold towels.

Can you mix pool chemicals?

My favorite class was chemistry.

You're hired.

142 Broadway.

This is it.

So, it's a fake address.

Wait. I'm an idiot.

It's not a fake, it's his address.

From 50 years ago.

142 was McKee's cell number

on the Broadway strip of the cell block.

Cell blocks had evens on the left and odds on the right,

so whoever was in 144 was next door to McKee.

You know who that was?

Jack Sylvane.

Someone, help me!

Someone call 911! Help!

Well, I'm guessing that's not good for us.

You just did that, didn't you?

Tell me about McKee.

We got a break.

Guess who was in the cell next to him at Alcatraz.