Alcatraz

Hey, we got a new fish, boys.

Hey, welcome to the big house.

We'll get you in a 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'll do wonders for a Johnson.

500 yards.

That's a heck of a shot, son.

What was the final body count? 15?

16.

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 pot shots

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 little island your favorite destination?

A private cell.

My own private cell.

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... Let's just not.

Come on. I won't shake it, I promise.

- It'll be fun. - Okay, you promise?

You have to run a register, do inventory and stock.

It's not all videogames

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.

Oh, hot chick. Don't look,

don't look, don't look.

You looked.

That's my partner,

from 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 Mansen," my grandfather,

"inmate 2002.

Life without parole for murdering his wife."

A couple typos in there, but, uh...

What?

Kidding.

Where's the rest?

Rest of what?

There's like six paragraphs for the other inmates,

and only one paragraph for Tommy.

It's all I could find.

Did he really kill your partner?

Yeah, we were chasing after him

and 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...

-47, 47, 47... - No!

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, it 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've we got?

You tell me.

Dead crows?

Ernest Cobb. Gotta be.

Wichita sniper.

He learned to shoot killing crows

for farmers.

It's how he made a living

after he left the orphanage.

All the kill shots were to the heart.

Oh, boy. 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 M.O.?

Doc?

Doc?

How's the new partner working out?

Hey, doc.

Take long, deep breaths.

Cobb's shootings were always random.

No M.O., 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.

You know what kind of rifle Cobb used,

back in the day?

It's Winchester, model 70, I think.

No. No. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uses the same bullets as an M-40.

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.

So 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 have popped this way.

I don't know, Rebecca.

He would've cleaned up afterward.

The guy was kind of O.C.D.

Okay.

What?

Alcatraz.

Another killer back from the Rock?

We've 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.

ALCATRAZ EP. 2 - Ernest Cobb

Inmates on the tier!

Tier two 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 her sister's husband,

who I bet a Lincoln is trying to poke her in the laundry room.

Anyways, they're asking for rent,

which request the missus passes to me.

Even from a distance she is a piece of work.

Already she sent my entire shop salary.

These damn chicks. I gotta...

No!

That 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, Jack, for the past 50 years?

Who's watching me?