Alcatraz

The blue. That's new.

You seemed better the last time I saw you.

Define "better."

I wasn't always like this, you know.

Breathe...

All that's needed for evil to triumph

is for good men to do nothing.

Friedrich Nietzsche.

Edmund Burke.

He was an englishman.

Well, actually an irishman who moved to England.

Do any of the people you work with know

you studied philosophy at Yale?

It hasn't really come up.

It's mostly the giants and Cassius Clay.

I guess your ride's here.

When will I see you again?

How 'bout tonight?

Bombers and poisoners, sharp shooters,

and every ignoble variation of lag,

I have put you to the test.

But if you're able to infiltrate this madman's gray matter,

free up our infirmary

where he has taken up permanent residence,

mark my words, Dr. Sengupta,

I will take you to the moon and back.

Why isn't Mr. Porter in general population?

I had no choice but to separate

the tormentor from his tormentees.

Imagine the agony of living on this Rocky atoll.

The lunatic howling at all hours of every night,

depriving you of the joy of nocturnal wool gathering.

For whatever reason, this is the only room that calms him.

Mr. Porter's IQ is 162.

That's well above genius.

Intellect aside,

it's time to get him back where he belongs.

Mr. Porter,

I brought you a special guest.

Cat's had his tongue coming up on a year now.

What are those marks?

His bed should be there,

but he keeps pushing it to the other wall.

File says his mother tried to

drown him in the bathtub when he was only six.

No-doubtedly the reason he butchered her.

Four other women suffering the full magnitude

of his fatal blows that very night.

How long have you heard

the ringing in your ears, Mr. Porter?

I believe he suffers from tinnitus,

a perpetual ringing in his ears, most likely caused

by the drowning incident as a child.

He's manageable in this room

because the humming from Dr. Beauregard's refrigerator

on the other side of this wall helps mask the noise.

Can he be cured of this malady?

Well, I wouldn't say "cured."

But there's a new brand of therapy I've been studying.

I'd like to try it.

I knew you'd have something in your bag of tricks.

Tell me, Mr. Porter, do you like music?

I'm not ready.

I'm miss... I'm missing something.

Your hair.

I wish there was more of it.

I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Oh, nice.

- Thank you. - Here you go, ladies.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Oh, my God, you're shameless.

I know, I know.

Here.

Glad to finally get you out of your apartment.

Mm. Me too.

So, what've you been working on?

- Task force stuff? - Um, no. I mean, mostly.

But family stuff too.

You mean with ray?

You want to talk about it?

It's like I'm living someone else's life.

And I...

I just want to press "stop."

Go back to the way things were.

Before the new job.

But I can't.

Ah, sorry.

Could you not read the schedule

written in large, red marker? I'm off tonight.

Doc.

Stop following him, just go home.

I was gonna after he came out of that brick building again.

But then I thought, I haven't visited Lucy in a while.

And Hauser's the one who always says,

"Don't visit her, let her rest,"

so I came anyway, and guess what, she's gone.

He took her.

What do you mean he took her?

The nurse is gonna tell me the whole story.

Here she comes. I gotta go.

Homicide in Daly City.

College student drowned in her tub with all her hair cut off.

I gotta go.

Mind if I tag along?

Sure.

The vic's name is Karen Finer. A student at SF State.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Her mom came by, found her in the tub.

Anyone see anything?

Neighbor heard someone playing violin.

Well, she's a music student.

Ligature bruises on her wrists and ankles.

And color distortion's advanced.

Could've been tied up as long as three days.

What did he do with her hair?

There's not a strand of it anywhere.

Could be a souvenir, maybe.

One of her fingernails broke.

Maybe she got a piece of him.

I'm taking a bag here.

No problem.

What do you got?

Glad she put up a fight.

Yeah.

These are the '63s who were sent

to Alcatraz for murdering women.

Did any of them target musicians?

Not specifically.

Some of them went after coeds.

Huh...

Maybe this isn't a '63.

Hey, so, what's the deal with Hauser?

He's right behind you.

Now, if you ever follow me again,

I may decide to shoot you after all.

Well, maybe if you told us things

like the fact that, I don't know,

you took Lucy out of the hospital.

That would be none of your business.

Who's the girl?

It's a homicide I came across.

Nikki found blood under her fingernail,

but the sample was tainted.

Tainted?

There was a high level of colloidal silver.

Does this mean something to you?

He's one of ours.

Would... would you like to share with us how you know that?

We did some tests on the '63s that we've captured.

Tests? Where? I thought you were taking them to prison.

Some of the inmates tested positive for colloidal silver.

Before you ask, I don't know why.

So, we're chasing a '63, and we don't know who he is.

Well, that's a first.

On March 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

All the prisoners were transferred off the island...

Only that's not what happened.

Not at all.

No, I don't recognize any of these guys.

Pictures look a little dated.

Yeah. Budget cuts. You know.

Was Karen in class on Monday?

Definitely. She was one of my best students.

What instrument did Karen play?

Uh, cello mostly. But she was good with any string instrument.

Were there any other female students missing from your class today?

No, she was the only one.

Am I supposed to talk into the television?

Does this transmit sound frequencies?

Look into the monitor.

Oh, there you are.

A blood sample is being sent to you now.

Has the colloidal silver in it.

Who's the lucky lag?

Don't know yet.

Hmm. I'll see if it matches Dr. Sengupta's blood type.

Listen, Beauregard...

Are you certain of the healing properties of the silver?

As certain as the sky is blue.

Not that I've seen it in some time.

She's slipping away from us.

I don't know how much time we have.

Your mind is in turmoil, Mr. Porter.

A tangle of disconnected thoughts and urges.

That ringing in your ear is no doubt a painful reminder

of what your mother did to you.

I can take that memory away.

T-turn it back on.

Please.

No... no.

Listen.

- No. - Take it in.

Each note...

One after the other.

Logical, reliable,

a pattern.

Let it untangle you, Mr. Porter. Take it in.

You can carry it with you in your head.