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Announcer: 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.

Aah!

That's him. 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.

They're not so bad.

(Rebecca) This is the place.

Manager I.D.'d Cobb, room 123.

Lucy, get down!

[Coughs]

Scream...

And I'll kill your brother.

(Man) Hey, child killer.

(Second man) Teach him a lesson.

(Third man) That's right, I'm talking to you!

Nowhere to run now, son.

(Fourth man) Hey, child killer.

[Grunting]

How long's it been?

Not long.

Third dance they took him on since the weather turned?

Could be the fourth. Could be his last.

We'd all be better off.

[Grunting]

Just get him inside before they kill him.

[Police radio chatter]

You have the best life ever.

Smoking hot partner,

secret task force,

comic book guru.

And you don't have to go to school ever again.

So what you're saying is I'm a 16-year-old's wet dream?

(Man on radio) Hey, here's one for you. Chrysanthemum.

I'm not even sure if I'm saying it right.

(Woman) Chrysanthemum? You planting a garden, Vic?

(Man) I'm filling out a report.

11-year-old boy went missing last night.

His mom says all she found in his bed this morning

was a flower.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Whoa. You okay, Doc?

Any change?

Sinoatrial node. You ever heard of it?

It's a group of cells in the wall

of the right atrium.

It's supposed to generate electrical impulses.

Well, there's...

Still every chance that she could come out of it, right?

(Doc) Hey, um...

Guys.

I know it's Saturday and all,

but there's a boy missing in Walnut Creek,

and they found a flower on his bed.

A chrysanthemum.

Which might just sound creepy and not, like,

you know, a clue, except the same thing happened

in 1958 three different times

with an Alcatraz inmate.

And since some of those guys

are, you know, back, I think...

I mean, I know it's him,

Kit Nelson, AZ246,

who stole the kid from his bed.

Where did you hear about this?

I heard it on my police scanner.

You have a police scanner?

Not the point.

We need to go.

I mean, I know what this guy does.

I know what happens next.

What exactly is that, Soto?

He kills him.

He steals them on a Friday,

brings their bodies back home Sunday night.

If we don't find this kid in 48 hours,

he's gonna be dead.

(Hauser) On March 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

[Thunder rumbling]

All the prisoners were transferred off the island.

Only that's not what happened.

Not at all.

ALCATRAZ Ep. 3 - Kit Nelson

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(Rebecca) So tell me about Kit Nelson.

Does he have any family that might still be alive?

No.

His mother died while he was in Alcatraz,

his dad in the early '80s.

He had a kid brother who died of Scarlet fever

when he was 11.

11?

Same age as our victim.

This is it.

I found it on Dylan's bed this morning.

I don't know where it came from.

But Dylan wouldn't run away.

He's a good kid.

Did Dylan's brother see anything?

No.

Liam was asleep the whole time.

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah, that's Warren from Keller's hardware.

He knocked on our door looking for work.

I didn't think...

Wait, why do you have his picture?

Does he have something to do with Dylan?

Did he take my son?

He's a suspect in another case.

A case of kidnapping?

[Footsteps]

(Rebecca) What about you, Liam?

Do you remember this man working at your house?

Did you talk to him?

He gave me rock candy.

(Rebecca) Oh, okay.

When's the last time you saw him?

Was he in your bedroom last night?

I pretended to be asleep because I was scared.

[Whimpers]

You know what, Liam, you helped us out a lot.

I really appreciate it. Thank you.

Do you have the address for the hardware store?

Remember the rules.

One hour or two?

Ay...

Give me two hours

and a pail of worms.

(Man) This ought to do you.

I'd set your nose, but, given your popularity

around here, I don't think it'll hold.

You got anything stronger?

How about a cigarette?

No, not my brand.

Suit yourself.

You know, I got an eight and ten-year-old.

So if you're looking for something stronger,

you're crap out of luck.

[Man laughs]

[Continues laughing]

Hey, what's so damn funny?

You don't want to mess with Dr. Beauregard

or you'll end up on this side of the screen,

giving enough blood to put the red cross out of business.

You know, your situation might improve if you made pals

with some of your fellow lags.

But you don't like grown-ups, do you?

No friends your own age, as far as I can tell.

Shut the hell up and get off my back, would ya?

What does make a grown man pick on kids?

You really hate 'em that much?

That's it for today, Madsen.

Wow. They really did a number on you, didn't they?

Damn prison pecking order.

Now is it rapists, robbers, thieves,

or thieves, rapists, robbers?

Robbers, murderers, rapists.

Then child killers.

They didn't beat you because of what you did.

They beat you because of what you are.

I've never seen him before in my life.

Said his name was Warren and that he worked here.

Hey, Warren.

That's Warren.

Where's his uniform?

We had a break-in last week. They took it.

Take anything else?

A couple of kids' fishing poles.

I mean it stood to reason

that it was kids did the stealing,

so I didn't report it.

Where do people fish around here?

Well, there's really only one place.

Lafayette recreation area.

[Fishing reel winding]

Okay, I need you to get into the water now.

What do you mean?

Into the water.

Now.

Okay, now I want you to hold me under

for as long as you can.

I can't. You're bigger than me.

Just do it.

And don't let me up.

Do it.

Do it!

[Coughing]

Your turn.

So, he took the kid fishing.

Rental guy said they were wet when they left.

I guess they went swimming too.

So he wants a buddy now?

Someone to play with?

You know,

a teenager in '58 said he saw Nelson

playing miniature golf with one of his victims

the day before he killed him.

No one believed the kid.

They thought it was too creepy to be true.

Didn't make it in any of the crime reports.

I dug it up doing research for my book.

But if he did take that kid to miniature golf

and he took this kid fishing...

Maybe he lets the kids pick things they like to do?

Like some kind of sick last hoorah.

Lures 'em in,

makes 'em have fun before he...

You know.

You okay?

What?

Yeah. No, totally fine.

Okay, let's go find out what else Dylan likes to do.

[High-pitched whirring]

[Slurps]

Eat your popcorn.

I don't want it.

Eat it, all of it.

[High-pitched sounds continue]

[Yells]

Let's you and me take a ride.

I'd rather stay in my bed if it's the same to you, warden.

Get in the chair.

I take no offense off your hostile tone

since it's me responsible for the inmates

who wrought on you this beating.

But know this.

Dusk till dawn, I've racked my brains

and still can't fathom what in heck to do

with the likes of you.

So I've decided to separate you from the pack.

Meals in your cell,

ten minutes private time in the yard.

Once you're back on your feet, of course.

That's not what brings me here to speak to you today.

I received a letter from your father.

He'd like to visit.

Well, he's not on my list.

He's your father.

And served two tours in the war, as did I.

Well, he's still not on my list.

Well, that puts me in a bona fide conundrum.

Lord only knows what kind of family business

he needs to speak to you about so urgently.

But if he's willing to travel all this way,

he's earned the right to see your ugly mug.

You leave it to me to amend your list myself.

Now get up.

Hey. How am I supposed to get back?

Walk.

The Amber alert for Dylan Callahan...

You need to cancel it immediately.

I already canceled on a national level.

Walnut Creek's all that's left.

No, no, you're not listening to me.

I don't have time to get down there.

She's still in the hospital. That's why I'm calling.

We need to know some of Dylan's hobbies.

Are there places he likes to go?

Anything he likes to do?

Um, he goes to the comic book store every Wednesday.

And he likes to watch cartoons, the Simpsons, South Park.

King of the Hill sometimes.

Okay, does he like to do anything outside?

Boating? Fishing?

- Swimming maybe? - No.

He's not athletic.

He likes to be indoors.

Wait. Wait, I got it wrong.

- Doc, that's okay. - No, it's not okay.

- We got to figure it out. - Doc.

Wait. Wait, wait.

The other case this man is wanted in,

I want you to tell me this time.

Did they get their kid back?

- Cherry pie. - Cherry pie?

Doc, why don't you go wait out front for me?

Yeah, good idea. I'll wait out front.

Thank you.

[Police radio chatter]

Uh, where are you guys going?

Amber alert's been canceled.

Wait. What?

Probably has something to do with the mom

divorcing the kids' dad last year.

Dad? You think the dad has any idea

what a chrysanthemum even looks like?

You're not going anywhere.

The Amber alert, it's uncanceled.

I'll take care of this.

You did this? You canceled the Amber alert?

Yup, I did.

For the greater good.

The greater good?

What's more important than finding this kid?

What's important is that the house

doesn't look like a crime scene.

Well, how else are we gonna find out where he's going?

We know exactly where he's going.

Right back here.

Oh, so that's how you're going to catch him?

Great idea.

The only problem with your strategy there,

Dr. Strangelove, is the kid'll already be dead.

Lower your voice, Soto.

You don't get it. We can save this kid.

We need the Amber alert to get Nelson's photo out there.

That's exactly what we can't do,

put out photos of a '63.

Oh, 'cause God forbid someone figures out

- your little secret. - Whoa, whoa.

Did you just cancel the Amber alert

while the kid's still missing?

- It's complicated. - No.

It's not complicated.

It's simple. I know this,

- because I'm a human being. - Doc.

- I'm not like you. - Doc.

Calm down.

Just let him walk it off.

The kid, Lucy, he's emotional.

What if the mother had heard?

These situations need to be handled...

Well, maybe you should have told us about the Amber alert.

He's just not cut out for this job.

He's a comic book writer.

In the past three days, he's seen

about ten dead bodies, and he watched Lucy

get shot 5 feet away from him.

Look, we're a man down.

- We need him. - You need him.

You know what, you're right.

Just get rid of him.

While you're at it, I'm out of here.

You're free to go anytime you want.

But you can forget about finding your grandfather.

Oh, my God, this isn't about my grandfather.

There's 302 men, right?

And they're all coming back.

And they're all as evil as that sick freak

that took Dylan.

Yes, I need Doc, but I need you too.

I know how upset you are about Lucy,

but unless you have a better idea,

you're gonna have to trust me... us.

If you don't, you're gonna end up alone in this.

Hey, you got any cherry pie?

Best in the County.

You think this guy's been in to order any?

Might have been with an 11-year-old kid.

No, if he had tried my cherry pie,

he wouldn't look so damn unhappy.

[Over phone] You've reached Doc, Dr. Soto,

Doc's comics, your Doc in shining armor.

Take your pick.

[Beep] Come on, Doc.

Where are you?

I was thinking about what you said.

The cherry pie thing.

Okay, I don't know.

If Nelson isn't doing what the boys like to do,

is he doing what he likes to do?

Is that what you meant by cherry pie?

Is that something Nelson likes?

Just call me.

Please.

He's not picking up.

You think he's out searching for cherry pie?

Hey, he has a theory, which is more than anyone

in this room can say.

Kit Nelson's box.

Nail clippers,

cigarettes, soap.

To you and me, it means nothing.

To Doc, it's a life story.

And that's why we need him.

Get him back.

Another round?

Make it a double.

(Kit) Hey, miss. Give us two slices of cherry pie, would you?

A couple of waters with that.

Thanks.

[Cell phone ringing]

Oh, hey... Honey.

How are you?

Doc, what's going on?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I mean, no.

I'm at the Hillcrest Diner

on Pacific drive,

just, you know, hanging out.

Is Kit Nelson there with you?

Yes.

Is Dylan with him?

Yes.

Huh?

Doc, stay put.

I'm on my way.

There you go.

Thank you, ma'am.

All right.

Dig in.

No, hold your fork in your left hand.

Do it.

I'm glad to see they're treating you

like you deserve.

Say what you came for... and leave.

Your mama died.

She left you something.

A dried chrysanthemum.

Your mama told me how she went

to her daddy's funeral for the weekend

and left you boys alone.

How, when she came back,

Elliott was dead,

his body burning from Scarlet fever.

But that wasn't the truth, was it?

You hated your brother because he was different than you.

He loved life...

Swimming in lakes, miniature golf,

cherry pie.

But not you.

Your mama knew what you did.

But she wasn't prepared to lose two babies in one day.

So she protected you.

And she told everyone a lie

and buried the body before they could look.

But your little plan backfired.

You got rid of him,

and your mama ignored you even worse.

She was scared of you,

of what's inside you.

So tell me,

son...

Did you kill your brother?

It was Scarlet fever,

just like mama said.

Yeah.

I thank God for Alcatraz.

When I die,

it'll be in peace,

knowing you will be a rotting corpse

before they let you out of here.

Let's go.

Come on.

No. This way.

Honey, let me get that for you.

Excuse me! Do you have change for a dollar?

No.

Hey.

What are you guys up to?

Beat it, fatso.

Kit Nelson.

Let him go.

Dylan,

don't give up.

[Tires screeching]

Police. Let the boy go.

- No! - Take it easy.

Drop your gun on the ground. Over there.

Now!

Now your phone and your keys.

Get over there.

Now what you're gonna do is,

you're gonna handcuff yourself

to that dumpster over there.

- We just want Dylan. - Do it!

Okay.

Get in the car.

Now, if I see any headlights,

anyone's,

this kid dies.

[Gunshot] Oh!

I just got that kid killed, didn't I?

Doc, wait up.

Doc.

Doc.

- Comb. - Take it easy.

Padlock.

Nail clippers.

Soap.

Guy that evil who uses soap.

Same as us.

It's not your fault.

We're gonna catch this guy.

12 hours.

That's all we got.

Ottomans.

Look, there's got to be...

Eight, ten packs in here.

Okay, didn't they all smoke?

Yeah, prison-issue cigarettes. Not name brands.

These went for 5 bucks a pack.

Only Al Capone or Machine Gun Kelly could afford these.

So how did a guy like Nelson

get the money to buy 'em?

Okay. So I went through every check that came in

while Nelson was there, and I found this...

A check from C&C cement company for $148.28.

Ten days later, a deposit

in the same amount made to Kit Nelson's commissary account.

So Nelson worked for C&C.

It must have been back pay.

There's only one check made out to cash.

No paper trail.

C&C went belly up in the early '60s,

but when they were in business,

they built bomb shelters.

150 in the Western U.S.,

including the towns where Nelson's three victims

from 1958 lived.

Bomb shelters, yeah.

That's a perfect place to hide in.

If he worked there,

he'd know where they all were.

Including one in Walnut Creek.

50 years ago, there was a house there.

Now it's just woods.

No. No. No!

That was the wrong move.

I want to go home.

When can I go home?

Soon.

Where are you taking me, huh?

I didn't do nothing.

Where are you taking me, huh?

Where are you taking me?

The best Alcatraz has to offer.

Two impermeable layers of steel encasement.

Guaranteed not to bother you

is light or sound.

- Get him inside. - No, no!

It's thinner rations.

You'd be wise to conserve your strength.

No! No!

[Click]

This conversation's four matches long, son.

Phillumeny.

Word describes the collecting

of match-related items

such as matchbox labels

and matchboxes.

This matchbox is a Swedish safety match

from the Jonkoping match factory.

It was manufactured in 1858.

Just in time for the American Civil War.

I like it very much.

I guess that makes me something of a...

Phillumenist.

That's number two.

Now tell me what you did to your brother.

My brother died of Scarlet fever.

That's a lie, son.

Your father would like to know the truth.

It'll give me great pleasure

to be able to tell it to him.

I think you killed your brother.

I think your daddy was off to war

and your mama left you alone,

and you killed him.

Maybe you didn't mean to at first,

but once you got a taste,

indulged your dirty appetite

three times further before they finally caught you.

How's your math skills?

I believe that's number three.

You're doing this out of loyalty

- for another vet? - No, son.

I'm doing this...

Because I'm a father too.

[Blows]

Is it your intention

to remain in this dark casket

for the remainder of your time,

or are you gonna say what you did?

Last match, son.

Okay.

Yeah, it's like you said.

Yes?

I liked it.

I liked it.

We were in a bomb shelter out back,

and I squeezed his neck as hard as I could,

and I got to tell you, it was not...

Difficult.

He was kicking and screaming.

He was trying to get my hands off him, but...

And then he just looked up at me.

His eyes were red with little specks

of blood in them where the blood vessels broke,

the pressure from all that screaming

and nothing coming out.

Not even air.

And then his body just went soft.

And heavy.

And that's when I knew.

That he was dead?

That I had to do it again.

Bonus match.

And the flower?

Oh, I put that on my mama's bed.

A consolation prize?

Yeah.

It was her favorite.

[Chuckles]

Him too.

Good boy.

I'm gonna do something for you now.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna let you keep your clothes.

What?

No.

No, I told you the truth,

just like you said.

You're gonna leave me here now?

- That's not fair. - Fair?

[Thumping]

Interesting choice of words for someone

who outweighs his victims by 100 pounds.

Make 'em last.

[Door shuts]

I'm hungry.

Is there any food?

You'll get food.

It's cold down here.

Could I at least get a blanket?

Hey!

Doc, there it is.

- Stop! - Help!

Please, help me!

Please!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Please!

Don't move!

You know, you didn't shoot before.

You're not gonna shoot now.

You don't have a weapon.

Let the kid go.

I think I'm gonna take my chances.

[Gunshot]

(Doc) Dylan.

You know, even if we were allowed

to tell people what we did, I doubt they'd believe us.

You're probably right.

I need a word.

With me?

Yeah.

I'd like to stay.

That's up to Soto.

Arrested development

is what happens when we're traumatized

as children.

We get stuck at the age we were

when the trauma occurred

for our entire lives.

And you were what, 11?

Do you know why I allow you to be here, Soto?

10,000 hours.

That's the time it takes

for a person to become an expert at something.

And I'm guessing you've spent

twice that studying Alcatraz.

But I need the adult Soto,

not the 11-year-old.

Yes, Mr. Hauser.

Sir.

Uh...

The thing he was talking about...

When I was 11, uh...

It's okay, Doc.

Whatever it is,

I bet you've got a pretty good origin story yourself.

Oh.

The cherry pie thing...

I read that in your book.

Nice call.

Wait for me. It'll only be a minute.

Saw you were missing 12, 27, and 35.

No way. This is awesome.

So...

You okay?

I'm fine.

Well, let me know if you need any others.

I'm still scared.

When I was a kid,

about your age,

something happened...

Where someone took me.

Just like that guy who took you, right?

And it wasn't easy,

but...

I got away too.

And once that happens,

once you know that you can do that...

It sort of gives you a superpower.

Like theirs, but real.

I didn't give up,

like you said.

I know you didn't.

Dr. Beauregard,

I got one for you.

Roger that.

I may need your help with something...

Depending on how things turn.

It's for a friend of mine.

Armed and ready, sir.

[Upbeat music]

♪ Why

♪ well, I'm feeling kind of good now ♪

♪ 'cause I'm in my wine

♪

♪ sometimes I'm laughin'

♪ and then again I'm cryin' ♪

♪ I don't mean you no harm

♪ I'm just havin' fun

♪ I'm in my wine

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