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(Rebecca)
Previously on Alcatraz...

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

Grandfather wasn't a guard.
He was an inmate.

Aah!

(Rebecca)
That's him.

He killed my partner.

(Ray)
I thought you let this go.

But he came back
to kill him

like it was personal.
Why?

We have another one.

I want thermal imaging of
all the car doors and tunnels

on the island.

Need to find out what
the hell these things open.

Don't be shy.

Do any of the people
you work with know

you studied philosophy at Yale?

(Doc) Ernest Cobb. Wichita sniper.

Lucy, get down!

She's one of them.

Lucy's a '63.

She could be the key
to everything.

[Overlapping talking]

Alcatraz, they do
what they want with you.

[Overlapping talking]

Why is that?

[Overlapping talking]

Rumors about Alcatraz
closing.

Make sure I wasn't dead.

Every Monday morning...
[Overlapping talking stops]

I heard the thresher start...

Which scared the crows.

They were shrieking.

I could see wheat fly.

(Man)
What else do you remember?

A dead pig.

His skull was ca...

[Beep]

[Door opens]

Emerson.

When they said
take it easy,

this is not
what they meant.

I was just catching up.

Well, I need to go check in
with Soto and Madsen.

I'll join you.

Dr. Beauregard
said not yet.

You haven't spoken to him
about me, have you?

Well, the opportunity
never really presented itself.

Well, there's no time
except now.

That's what
you used to say.

Dr. Beauregard.

Well, aren't you
the vision of radiance?

Mr. Porter's blood
must agree with you.

I'm ready to join the team.

But I haven't identified
the potential side effects.

Of a serial killer's blood?

It's a little late for that,
isn't it?

Apparently, I need
your stamp of approval.

Well, what kind
of doctor would I be

letting a patient
into the world

under a cloud
of such uncertainty?

I will go by myself.

Hmm, she's a pistol.

Mmm.

[Pounding]

Howard using the can again?

[Beeping]

[Beeping]

[Guns click]

Get in the truck.

Get the boxes inside now.
Come on!

Hurry up!
Let's go!

Hurry up!
Get in there!

"Move it,"
I said!

All right. Let's go.
Hurry up. Let's go.

(Man) Get those uniforms off now!

GPS transmitter disengaged.
We're good.

[Beeping]

[Groans]

All right, you two,
let's go. Move.

Knight to D-6.

Always been partial
to knights.

Only piece that plays well
in complex and locked positions.

You have a favorite piece,
Mr. Stillman?

Bishop.

Far be it for me to comment
on the game of kings,

but for a man of your I.Q.,
they seem a bit limited.

Bishops are about
the end game.

The long diagonal
that lies in wait.

I suppose that's
how you see yourself.

Hit a dozen armored trucks
in under two years.

Always one step ahead
of your pursuers.

Police are always
on a back foot.

A disadvantage.

What might that be?

Predictability.

You know a player's moves,

the game's won
by a long chalk.

Parole review board's
come to the island

to tease your fellow lags
with the notion of freedom.

I'd like you to attend.

With all due respect, warden,
I'm a thief.

What could I possibly steal
from a parole board hearing?

Hearing starts
11:00 A.M. sharp.

She's not gonna check
my browser history, is she?

Relax, Doc,
it's a good thing.

A good thing?

Is that your angle
on Lucy coming back to work?

Of course.
Why wouldn't it be?

Because she was
on Alcatraz in 1963

with all the bad guys
we're trying to catch.

And she made the jump,

and no one bothered
to tell us.

Well, we never
bothered to ask.

(Doc)
Okay, um...

Hey, hi.

Welcome back, Lucy.

Hello, Dr. Soto.

Oh.

Easy, Soto.

Put this together for you.

It's all the '63s
we've caught since, um,

you know.

Thank you.

I think we owe you
an apology.

Okay, I'm, uh...

We thought it was best
to keep things a secret.

But it was a mistake
to lie to you.

To both of you.

I've read everything
about Alcatraz.

I mean, everything.

And there's never any mention
of a female doctor

at the prison.

The warden kept
his share of secrets.

I suppose
I was one of them.

So you knew these guys
we're chasing firsthand?

Including your grandfather,
yes.

I tried to help them.
It was my job.

Or so I thought.

But now you can help us.

I mean,
you interviewed these guys,

got into their heads.

I performed
psychological evaluations

on many of these inmates,
yes.

It was my goal

to understand
the way they thought,

to get to the root
of their deviant behavior.

So we've been
calling it a jump...

You know, moving from
1963 to 2012.

What's it like?

You'd be surprised
how fast you can adapt

to what a record player
on a phone looks like.

What you start to miss

is who you used
to listen to records with

and waited to hear from
on the phone.

And when those people,

those people you loved,

have lived an entirely
different life without you...

You begin to realize that even
though you're in their world,

you're not of their world.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You're made
some real improvements

to our search engine,
Dr. Soto.

Crime reports,
911 transcripts.

Police chatter?

It's sort of a built-in
police scanner.

I attached it to your
word recognition software.

[Beeping]

Armored car heist.

In broad daylight?

Intricate timings.

Guards unharmed.

Police with no leads.

(Both)
Garrett Stillman.

(Rebecca)
Who's Garrett Stillman?

He was
a military strategist

for the British S.A.S.

Until he immigrated
to the U.S. after the war.

AZ-2109.

He hit armored cars
pretty much at will.

If I remember,

his I.Q.
was off the charts.

Can you tell us
about his psychology?

Garrett Stillman
was a real gamesman.

He enjoyed
moving pieces around.

His heists
were always elaborate

and involved
multiple steps.

So whatever this was,

it's most likely
not the end game.

Let's go.

Here, rest of the cash.

Wait.

Give me that bag.

It's just the uniforms.

Nice work.
See you down at the pub.

[Engine turns]

[Dramatic music]

(Hauser)
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
S01 Ep12 - Garrett Stillman

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[Chatter]

(Doc)
So Lucy knowing Tommy,

that's it, right?

That's it, what?

The reason you're
being so nice.

I'm always nice.
You know that.

So what, just gonna
sit back and watch?

I'm a cop.
It's what we do.

Is he gonna be okay?

The blast shot him
clear of the fire,

but it doesn't look good.

So Stillman takes
the guards' uniforms

but leaves them alive.

And then he torches
his accomplices

and over 100 grand
in cash?

But keeps the armored car.

What's his game?

If Lucy's right
about him...

Maybe the truck
is what he's after.

I feel like an idiot.

They trained us
to stay on our toes.

But I should
have expected this.

This wasn't the first truck
that was robbed.

Not robbed, stolen.

How many have you lost?

Two in the last month.

Was this the guy wearing
the fake Bynum security uniform?

Yeah, that's him.

And he wasn't wearing
a fake uniform.

Badge cleared my scanner.

I wouldn't have opened
the door if it didn't.

What kind of scanner is it?

Bynum uniforms
have scannable badge codes.

They're impossible
to counterfeit.

How often do you update
the codes?

First of every month.

[Cell phone rings]

Madsen.

Got it, thanks.

Third accomplice survived.

I'm gonna need you
to send me a list

of everyone
on your payroll, clients,

and delivery schedules.

Change those badge codes today,
all of them.

(Hauser)
Ernest Cobb.

You can speak with him
anytime you want.

Maybe you'll get further
with him than I did.

Detective Madsen has
certainly proven her worth,

just like I knew she would.

She makes
everything personal.

You mean she doesn't

shoot first
and ask questions later.

It's a flaw.

A flaw that our fugitives
could exploit.

Or a strength
they can't overcome.

You don't see it, do you?

You were just like her once.

[Door opens]

Our scans
found something, sir.

Hello, Dr. Banerjee.

Welcome back.

The team and I
have missed you.

Thank you, Warren.

A hollow area

beneath the lighthouse.

There's nothing
under the lighthouse.

Tunnels.

There was a bulkhead
that led underground.

From the Civil War
just North of the lighthouse.

Can you pull up
the floor plans from 1963?

There's no bulkhead, ma'am.

I didn't say there is.

I said there was.

It was always locked,
but it's there.

Find it.

That's him.

Son of a bitch
tried to kill me.

Where'd he get
the Bynum uniform?

He have someone
on the inside?

He made up a contest.

Gave one of their guards
two weeks in Cabo

as some sort of a prize.

Then he broke into
his apartment.

Huh, Mook's probably sitting
on a beach right now.

What about the guns,
where'd he get those?

He didn't.
He had a guy.

A boss or something
who took care of that.

You ever meet this guy?

Nah, he'd only deal
with Stillman.

This guy helping Stillman,

you think he's another '63

or just a regular person?

I don't know, but maybe
it's the same guy

that gave
Jack Sylvane his gun,

Ernest Cobb his rifle.

Cal Sweeney, the number
of the safety deposit box

with the key in it.

So if we catch Stillman,

maybe we'll catch
his handler.

Maybe we'll get answers.

Let's get started.

Please remember our decision
will remain sealed

and confidential till
delivered to the Governor.

First up, AZ-2173,

Simmons, Harlan.

Mr. Simmons,
we've reviewed your file.

Is there anything
you'd like to add?

Yes, sir.

Since arriving here,

I haven't had
any altercations

with any
of my fellow prisoners

or guards.

And recently,
i was promoted

to shift manager
in the laundry.

I promise you,
I'd be a model parolee.

Thank you.

Anyone else on
Mr. Simmons' behalf?

Gentleman, the disciplinary
report in front of you

includes repeated offenses
of possession

and distribution
of prison contraband.

As such, I think
it would be premature

to grant parole
at this time.

(Cline)
Thank you.

Next case.

(Man)
AZ-2095, Irving Sunday.

Step forward and take a seat,
Mr. Sunday.

Well, what did you think?

Bloke stood no chance.

There's no way Mr. Tiller
is gonna let him leave

when he's getting 50%
of his business.

Which is why I'd like you
to pry open

the eyes of justice
for me.

Mr. Simmons won't be eligible
for parole again until 1965,

and I'd prefer him off
my island before that time.

You'd like me to steal
the board's recommendation?

And replace it with
a more favorable outcome.

Why me?

On your last job,

a member of your crew
got nabbed, ratted you out.

You're a man who
doesn't trust people,

which means you're a man
who can be trusted.

Mr. Simmons' lucrative
contraband distribution network

will be yours
upon completion,

and at the cut rate of 20%.

I'd be happy to oblige.

But it seems the parole board
is long gone.

Just so happens they'll
be my guests for lunch

before sailing back
to the mainland...

Which gives you three hours
to figure out

how to correct
Mr. Simmons' injustice.

(Man)
It's open.

You get me the crew
I asked for?

Ready and waiting.

Eh, your big score
better be worth it.

I just torched 100 grand.

You worry about
the chess pieces.

Let me worry
about the board.

Anything helpful?

Sometimes it's just
stuff in a box.

Ask me anything you want.

If I know the answer,
I'll tell you.

What was he like?

Tommy Madsen?

Charming when
he wanted something.

Ruthless if he didn't get it.

Most of the inmates
were like that.

Manipulative.

Smart?

I would say relentless.

Patient.

He could peel apples
in a single strip.

What about my partner?

I don't know
why he killed him.

You know, a guard came back...
Guy Hastings.

He went after Uncle Ray

to try to get to Tommy.

Hauser thinks your
grandfather's important,

but he doesn't know why.

Do you?

I know they took
a lot of blood from him.

My first year
working on the island,

I tried to look into it,

but every time I inquired
I got my hand slapped.

Finally Emerson advised me
to back off.

You knew Hauser at Alcatraz?

Back when he was...
a rookie cop.

Yes.

Wait.

You and him?

That's just impossible
to imagine.

Um...

What was he like?

He was kind of romantic.

He loved music

and philosophy.

We used to stay up all night.

Talking?

Hauser?

He wouldn't shut up.

I'm not kidding.

Wow.

It just seems like he...

You're not talking
about the same guy.

I know.

So what happened to him?

The night everyone
on Alcatraz disappeared

was the night
we lost each other too.

(Lucy) It wasn't the inmates
he was worried about.

It was you.

So for the past 50 years...

He's been trying
to find me.

And I'm still trying
to find him.

(Doc)
Hey, guys?

Broadway mutual.

One of Bynum security's
biggest clients.

This cannot be a coincidence.

Broadway mutual was founded
by Harlan Simmons.

AZ-2173.

Harlan Simmons,
the billionaire?

No one's seen him in public
since the '70s.

He's a total recluse.

And a financial genius.

Was Harlan Simmons on Alcatraz
at the same time as Stillman?

Yeah.

And imagine how much
of Harlan's cash

Stillman can fit
in three armored trucks.

(Stillman)
I've asked around.

The three of you possess
unique abilities I require.

10% of Harlan's racket?

For each of us?

Upon our endeavor's
success, yes.

First things first.

Can you forge
a parole board hearing form?

I've seen plenty.

Form's easy.

It's matching the individual
signature that's hard.

Okay.

Then here's the plan.

(Stillman) The forms the parole
board uses are set on carbon paper

and discarded
after each hearing.

Once the carbon copy's obtained,
you pass it to Felix here.

That's how you'll get
your signature.

Your artistic eye should
be able to do the rest.

I'll also need
a steward's uniform.

(Sam)
What about me?

What's my job?

Your job's simple
but essential.

You'll be working
lunchtime steward's duty

at the warden's house.

Once inside,
you'll let me in.

I'll locate the briefcase
with the documents

and swap them out.

Just like that?

Just like that.

I really don't think there's
anything at Broadway mutual

the armored car robbers want,
detective.

Mr. Simmons' money is a bunch
of ones and zeros

on secure computers
around the world.

This vault is basically
a storage closet.

Okay, but if you don't have
anything valuable to protect,

then why do you need
such a big contract

with Bynum security?

I guess I'm just wondering

if they're not
moving money for you,

what are they moving?

I don't know.

Maybe we should ask
Mr. Simmons.

You'd have a better chance
of getting an audience with God.

I'd be happy
to get a subpoena.

And feel free to drop it off
on the 29th floor.

That's where Mr. Simmons'
legal department works.

I'd bring a snack.

See how scared he got when
you mentioned Bynum security?

Yeah.

It might not be money,

but there's definitely
something Harlan has

that Stillman wants.

He is sending an email now.

"From: Chief of security
Clay Jeffries.

"Immediate pickup.
Pacific Bank and Trust.

"Package 2284.

Security concerns."

We have the location.

You still haven't
told us the score.

What are we after?

Something worthy
of an emergency pickup.

[Gunshot]
Whoa! What the...

Let's get the truck.

We couldn't see
under the lighthouse

until we overlaid
the thermal, magnetic,

and sonic images together.

Well, someone wanted to hide
this entire passageway.

Best guess, sir.

[Beeping]

Here, I think.

Looks like a cavity,

behind this wall.

And I want to know
what it is.

So get the team together,
get a sledgehammer,

and start swinging.

[Beeping]

Okay, you're in.

Got it.

I just need to find
Broadway mutual's

secure email traffic.

According to the schedule
Bynum security sent over,

they move
an undisclosed package

for Harlan's company
once a month.

Whatever it is,
Mr. Simmons doesn't want it

in the same location long
enough for anyone to find it.

What's in the package?

Doesn't say.

Only the time and location
of the next drop.

Which isn't until
next week.

But if Stillman was planning
to hit next week's move,

would he really steal armored
trucks so far in advance?

Of course not.

It'd give the cops
too much time to get onto him.

Unless that's why he did it.

So after the bank job,

he knew a smart cop
would go to Harlan's company

and tell them
they were a target.

So they'd panic and move
the package immediately

instead of next week.

Which Jeffries did.

He's moving
the package now.

From where?

Pacific Bank and Trust.

We think Stillman's working
with someone, a handler maybe.

I'll go with you.

Go.

I'm ready to resume
my interviews

with the captured inmates.

With Cobb?

He'll be my first, yes.

I really should be there
for that.

No, I'd rather
do it myself.

Try not to shoot anyone
if you can possibly help it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Lunch is almost over.

The warden knows
who the stewards are.

True.

But his guests don't.

While it's true
that our little island

was never intended
as a rehabilitation facility,

I'd like to think
we're doing our small part

to push back the tide
of criminal recidivism.

Did you know that the world's
most expensive coffee

comes from beans
that have passed through

the digestive system
of the Asian palm civet?

A cat.

[Laughter]

Hand to God.

[Laughter]

A cat.

The pork chops were perfect,
warden James.

Far superior to Marion,
I hope.

And they don't have our
ocean front views now, do they?

No.

Done.
I made the switch.

You!

2109.

When did you join
steward's duty?

He stole the parole ruling
on Harlan Simmons

right out of the briefcase.

I tried to stop him,
Mr. Tiller,

but he's good at his trade,
I'll give him that.

[Beeping]

Your badge is invalid.

Change of plans.

[Sirens blaring]

[Grunting]

They went that way.

[Tires squeal]

[Cell phone rings]
Madsen.

(Hauser)
They just left.

Any sign
of them out front?

(Rebecca) They're going
South on Pickard.

Just took a left on greene.

Call S.F.P.D.
We need a perimeter.

I assume you didn't
summon me here

to wave in revelry
at our guests' departure.

Their mile and a half journey

is hardly worthy
of pomp and circumstance.

No, but worthy
of the proper verdict.

For reasons unknown
at the moment,

after lunch,
I caught 2109

switching Harlan Simmons'
parole review with a fake.

Rest assured,

the correct ruling is safely
headed back to the mainland.

Here's the envelope
I retrieved from cline,

the one Stillman planted.

A great injustice
was prevented today, E.B.

Allow me
to show Mr. Stillman

to his new home in D-block.

You disappoint me.

I offered you
the opportunity

to seize your place
atop this rock and you failed.

You sure about that, warden?

Check the envelope.

You set up E.B.
to make the switch.

I knew I'd never
get in their briefcase.

Special locks.

Take me half a day
to Jimmy them.

That was a mighty risk,
son.

How'd you know
deputy warden

would catch on
to your little ruse

and offer himself
as a pawn?

Predictability.

Mr. Tiller saw us talking
in the yard this morning

and again
at the parole hearing.

He tends to be a man whose
suspicions are easily aroused.

And your steward Sam
is a well-known snitch.

Type of man
who'd turn on you.

That's why I recruited him.

Did you really think
I'd let you down?

A man of your I.Q., no.

But you had me going,
Mr. Stillman.

Yes, you did.

See you in 30 days.

Wait here, stay low.

[Car door closes]

[Gun clicks]

Stay low.

I don't think so.

What's the move here,
Stillman?

Trying to dump the truck?

Too easy to find.

Unless...

Hot-wiring a car,
Mr. Stillman?

Nice play.

But not enough to fake out
the grand master, Dr. Traz.

[Engine starts]

All three of them?

[Vehicle door closes,
engine turns]

Madsen!

You see Stillman?

He stole the two other
armored trucks as decoys!

Do we know
which truck he's in?

(Doc)
He's not.

Stillman had a getaway car
parked and ready.

He just left.

Why didn't you call me?

I would've, but then
he wouldn't be driving around

with a GPS tracker
in his backseat.

You put your cell phone
in his car?

[Metal clanging]

[Ship horn blares]

I trust your stay
on our little island

has allowed for reflection,

that past mistakes
won't be repeated.

They won't, warden.

Well, good luck, son.

What's this?

The number of a friend.

Someone to help you find
your feet on the outside.

He'll know how to get us
in touch when the time arrives.

[Door opens, closes]

Ghost, what are you
doing here?

You weren't supposed
to open that.

Give me the key.

I didn't steal it for you.

So I'm not giving it to you.

I guess I'll have
to take it.

[Gunshot]

He's gotta be in there.

He hasn't moved
in 13 minutes.

All right, this time
stay in the car

and keep the lights off.

Clear.

Garrett Stillman, dead.

Whatever he stole
from Pacific Bank and Trust...

Was worth killing for.

(Rebecca) Yeah, guess his handler
didn't want him talking.

Oh, boy.

Oh, man.

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

That might have been him,

the handler.

I tried to see his face,
but he turned on his high-beams,

like he didn't
want me to see him.

[Beeping]

I'll send someone
for the body.

You were right about
the cavity behind the wall, sir.

It's a room.

We found a door.

The warden's door.

A third keyhole.

You shot me, Mr. Cobb.

You shot me,
and I'd like to know why.

A target.

You were a target.

Because my team
was tracking you?

So you're planning
to kill all of us then?

No.
Just you.

Why me?

As long as you're alive,

you'll always be a target.

Always?

Yes.

All right, the car had
to cross the intersection.

It's the only road out.

I linked us to the traffic cam
at bayshore and lagoon.

Wait.
That's the car I saw.

Oh, my God.

That's your grandfather.

Tommy Madsen.

He's the handler.

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