Alcatraz

Previously on Alcatraz...

Meet the '63s.

The worst criminals this country has ever known are coming back.

My 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.

I need you to watch them.

You know, they're not so bad.

Lucy, get down!

Welcome to Alcatraz...

Dr. Sengupta.

Thank you, Warden James.

I don't know, Hauser.

Maybe the pirate life ain't for you.

All right, tie it off!

Now look alive.

Mr. Petty...

You arrive to us with much fanfare.

I can assure you

most lags don't get the benefit of a welcoming party.

But then you are a special case, aren't you?

A smile.

On a child's face,

it reminds us of all that's good and pure in this world.

But on yours,

it's all the company of Hades.

If you've left any more of your mines on the mainland, son,

it will be our singular aim to find out just where they are

before anyone else is blown to kingdom come.

Take him.

Felicitations to the good men and women

of the San Francisco police department.

Does the lady need a ride back to the mainland?

No, the lady does not.

But nice thought. Thank you.

Peppermint.

For your nausea.

Officer...

Hauser.

Emerson Hauser.

She has good taste in music, Mr. Hauser.

Any improvement?

I'm sorry.

And if she stays here?

Did she ever talk to you about a DNR?

Are you saying she's dying?

Guy, ready?

Oh, okay.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

Where'd you come from?

Get back!

Move, move, get out of the way!

What's going on?

They're under the ground!

Look out!

They're under the ground!

All units, all units, be advised.

Air support en route to Pine Street Park.

Multiple explosions reported with severe casualties.

Bomb squad on scene.

Oh, this does not look good.

You were actually near where...

Yeah, no, it was just right there.

Was it over here?

- The south side. - Okay.

It was just huge.

- You saw it yourself? - Yes.

What kind of explosive makes a crater like this?

Something small. An I.E.D. maybe.

Looks like he used the grass to hide them.

Land mines.

Holy crap...

It's Paxton Petty.

He did this before in the early '60s.

In the past, there were multiple occasions.

He's not finished yet.

So you know this case?

Three bombs went off.

He claimed there was a fourth,

but it was never found.

All right. So where do we start?

I'm gonna work on the locations.

You're gonna work on finding Petty.

Petty was a combat engineer in the Korean War.

Something bad happened in Wonju...

schoolchildren killed by U.S. land mines.

Petty was the prime suspect.

Is that what sent him into Alcatraz?

No. Court-martialed.

They reassigned him to the Presidio graveyard detail

while they did the investigation.

Eventually he was tried and convicted.

After five years in military prison,

he came back to the city and started doing this.

All right! Everybody down!

Oh, my God.

On March 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

All the prisoners were transferred off the island...

Only that's not what happened.

Not at all.

You're checking her for TBI, right?

Concussions?

Honestly, I barely bumped my head. Thanks.

A guy is walking around with a backpack full of mines.

SFPD back in '60 thought he stole 'em

from the Presidio while he was there.

The Presidio isn't a base anymore,

so where is he getting them now?

Maybe same guy who bought Cobb his rifle,

Hastings and Sylvain their guns.

Someone's helping these guys.

I mean, maybe unfreezing 'em.

It's like when captain America was trapped in the Antarctic ice...

Doc.

Right.

But there's always a facilitator.

I mean, Lex Luthor.

Case in point.

Hey, psycho.

Hey, psycho. What's up?

You switch to decaf yet?

Not a chance.

I got nine lives. Haven't burned through half of 'em yet.

Oh, right. Well, uh...

This is some ugly-looking shrapnel.

Ugly and old.

Like FDR old or Bush 41 old?

I'm thinking somewhere in between.

But this puppy's been modified.

- Who are you? - Soto.

Civilian authority.

Pulled that from a tree branch.

So he's putting something in them.

Yeah, most of these whack jobs add ball bearings,

nails, whatever's handy,

put 'em in the mines to maximize carnage.

This doesn't look like some random piece of metal.

You mind if I, uh...

- Knock yourself out. - Thanks.

You want one of me too?

Recording bombing victim number six.

Severe lower body trauma.

Powder burns extending to mid-torso.

Becca.

- Hey. - Hey, how's it going?

I hear you went to the dark side.

Federal task force. Yeah.

I'm working the Pine Street Bombings.

I'm her partner,

Dr. Diego Soto.

Hey.

Sandman.

Golden age.

Nice.

Thanks.

So what are you pulling out of him?

Oh, why do I have the feeling

you already know the answer to that?

- That one, please. - Okay.

Is that a Laurel wreath design?

It looks like some sort of badge

or military medal.

Hey, did you see psycho there?

Oh, yeah.

I have a comic book shop over on Columbus.

I have every issue of Sandman.

Mint condition.

You know, if you're ever interested.

I thought you said that you were her partner.

Oh, I am. It's just, well,

I also kind of have, like, a day job.

- Thanks, Nikki. - Yeah.

Or secret identity.

- Doc! - Right.

Yeah.

"Snow... Beard... Grace."

Where are the bombs, Petty?

Again.

Why don't you just hit him with a sledgehammer?

If you're offended, Doctor, by all means, wait outside.

Dueling sawbones. Toe to toe.

Old school versus the avant-garde.

If you'd like me to stop, Warden...

Don't be sensitive, Milton.

Tell us where they are

and you'll have a wool blanket with tea piping hot

in a ceramic bowl waiting for your purple pruned hands.

We'll find out one way or another.

He'll break.

Never had a man in this tub that didn't.

He's already broken, Dr. Beauregard.