Alcatraz

What the hell?

What is it?

Ready your weapon.

What's happening?

Two guards... Always meet the transfer.

Maybe they forgot.

This is Alcatraz.

No one forgets.

Is anyone here?

Follow me.

Radio the station.

Tell them to send everyone.

302 men disappeared that night.

They were never seen or heard from again...

Until now.

They stayed in their cells 24 hours a day.

Susie?

Where the hell is she?

Hey, buddy, you can't sleep in here.

You got two minutes to get the hell outta here.

As I was saying, on March 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed due to rising costs...

Ticket, sir?

Hope you had a nice time on the rock.

Inside "B" and "C" head count.

- 14, inside "C". - First tier.

15, inside "C" second tier.

14, inside "B" first tier.

Rack 'em!

Toes on the line.

25. Move, move, move, move!

Let's go!

Not so fast, 2024.

Shake it down.

It's clean, Mr. Tiller.

Clean, my ass.

That's not mine.

Take him away.

Today's visiting day.

Not for you.

Tiller.

No!

Madsen! Come on!

Take my hand!

Come on!

Okay, all right.

Aah!

Madsen.

Madsen.

Detective Madsen.

You hear a word I've been saying?

Lieutenant, I respect you too much to say yes.

You've been flying solo for three months.

It's time to get you partnered up again.

Um, I just remembered that I have...

Sit.

Yes, sir.

Let's start with rivers.

Just coming off a stint in vice.

You know, I don't think rivers knows I'm a detective here.

He's always asking me to make him coffee.

How about Hollier?

Too slow.

- Fiveash. - Too fast.

- Kheel. - Too blond.

We'd look like the Hardy boys.

Look...We all took a loss that day.

But you gotta stop blaming yourself.

I don't.

I blame the guy that pushed him off the roof.

We've been through the mug shots.

We followed every lead.

It's time to move on.

Madsen, we got a homicide.

You're up.

Um...

You're right. Those are great choices.

Um...

I just...

Yeah, I know.

Give me the day, and I'll pick someone.

I promise.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Who murders a guy

who's already got one hip in the grave?

Victim's Elijah Bailey Tiller.

Folks called him E.B.

78. Neighbor says the door was open.

Rebecca,

the Vic... he was a fed.

All right, let's get all we can before we get tossed.

You're done here.

Excuse me?

The victim was a federal agent.

- We're taking over. - Says who?

Says me.

And you are?

Emerson Hauser.

Now, get out.

I don't leave a crime scene

unless my immediate superior orders me to.

Okay, run along and play now.

Thanks for being a dick about it.

Jimmy, do me a favor?

Run Emerson Hauser through the database.

I wanna know where he came from.

What are you gonna do?

Jack Sylvane.

Damn it.

Alcatraz.

Vic's name was E.B. Tiller.

Deputy warden?

Hmm. Diego Soto.

What's your story?

Come on, come on, that's not fair.

Doc, you really wanna do that? Shh, shh, shh!

Come on, come on, come on.

- There ya go. - Shut up.

Oh!

You're too worried about the double-ups, doc.

You just gotta shoot.

You have to double up.

Double-ups are key.

Yeah, the high score's a pipe dream

without the double-up.

Of course, I'm more partial to Pac-man,

but maybe that's 'cause I like to eat.

Diego Soto. Will you marry me?

Dr. Diego Soto?

I'm way smarter than I look.

Phds in criminal justice and civil war history.

Four books on Alcatraz?

I'd say you're way smarter than we all look.

I'm detective Rebecca Madsen.

I was hoping to borrow you for a case.

These two look familiar?

Yeah.

Warden James and his deputy Tiller?

James is long dead,

but Tiller, he's still alive.

You ever do any research

on an inmate named Jack Sylvane?

Sylvane?

That was one unlucky cat.

The guy was a World War II vet.

Got sent to the rock for robbing a grocery store.

How's that a federal crime?

That's the unlucky part. The store sold stamps.

Which makes it a post office.

And feeding your family becomes a federal offense.

Sent him to leavenworth.

Another prisoner got frisky in the shower.

Jack murders him.

Next stop, the rock.

So...Why all the interest in Jack Sylvane?

E.B. Tiller was killed last night.

Sylvane's prints showed up at the scene.

I'm sorry. That's just not possible.

Why not?

'Cause Jack Sylvane died over 30 years ago.

Okay, 2024, on your feet.

Let's go.

Attaboy.

That's it.

What did you say to my wife?

Oh, would you look at that?

I must have made a mistake.

It's red getting sprung today.

Not you.

You should really eat something.

Remember, this is Alcatraz.

Things can always get worse.

I need to use the locker room.

It's 8 bucks to enjoy the facilities as a guest.

Hey, you got some change comin'.

Hey.

Brought you your change and a fresh towel.

Becky!

Uncle Ray.

Hiya, sweetie.

Get ya something?

Jack on the rocks.

Jack on the rocks, huh?

I need your help with a homicide.

Goes back to Alcatraz. DB's Elijah Bailey Tiller.

So...Somebody finally nailed E.B.

I knew you'd know him. Any insights?

Ball breaker, this guy.

Of the worst variety.

Worked the rock for about ten years.

Deputy warden when I was a guard.

Got out before she shut down.

Ray Archer?

Dr. Soto. This is my Uncle Ray.

It's an honor, sir.

You know me?

Know you? I studied you.

I even named a character after you in my comic.

Ray Archer's your Uncle?

Sort of.