All language subtitles for Alcatraz.S01E07.720p.HDTV.X264-DIMENSION

(Rebecca)
Previously, on Alcatraz...

Meet the '63s.

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.

Tommy Madsen?

He killed my partner.

Police!

So we have to find
these '63s.

We need to find
who took them.

- Jack, put down the gun.
- Do it.

- Get on your knees!
- This is where I belong!

Lucy, get down!

Did she ever talk
to you about a DNR?

Are you saying
she's dying?

[Flatline tone]

You know her methods.
Fix her.

Say what you want
about modern technology.

We're still at the mercy
of the gods.

I've tried electroshock,

traumatic memory therapy,

acupuncture.

Every damn thing I know
to have been in her toolkit.

She remains stubbornly
unresponsive.

Why is her EEG active?

She's dreaming.

Dreaming.

And whatever she's
dreaming about

is evidently better
than her options here

in our so-called reality.

- So, she sleeps.
- Deeply.

So, what's next?

Simple.

Read to her.

Harold Robbins.

The carpetbaggers.
It's a modern classic.

And one of Dr. Sangupta's
guilty pleasures,

if I'm not mistaken.

I believe the sound
of your voice

might draw her
to the surface,

where my science
might reach her.

She needs a reason, sir.
Love is a good one.

What're you afraid of,
Emerson?

Call me when you have
a tangible treatment to discuss.

[Dance music playing]

♪

Hey!
Hey, guy!

[Snaps]

Hey!

Our friend
just got engaged.

It's our job
to get him laid,

your job
to get him drunk.

"We can brave human laws,

but we cannot resist
natural ones."

Jules Verne.

You got a problem, pal?

Just make the drinks,
okay?

No problem.

As a matter of fact,

let me make you
something special.

What a loser.

Did you see?

[Laughter]

Let's what you got.
Catch.

Go!

There it is, man.

Hey, McKee,
Cullen wants you.

Yeah, I don't deal
with his type.

You don't got a choice.

Mikey Cullen.

I know who you are.

I guess a loss of anonymity
is the price you pay

when people
are scared of you.

I need a favor.

Squirrely mug jumping kings
over there needs killing.

Grindle the librarian?

Why do you want
to kill him?

Selling pig stickers
outta the library.

I got my own guy
selling shivs.

This place is lousy
with murderers. Why me?

Poison gets
the job done quiet.

If I say no?

You don't want
to say no to me.

I guess every schoolyard's
got a bully.

Yeah, well, this ain't
no schoolyard, McKee.

Get the job done, or it'll
be you who needs killing.

♪

Here you go, fellas.

- Hey!
- It's about time.

This one's on me.

[Toasting in foreign language]

Whoo!

You okay?
[Coughs]

[Glass shatters]

[Gasping, gagging]

You okay?

- What's the matter?
- Oh!

Someone, help me!

Someone call 911!
Help!

Help me!

The doctor is in.

The doctor is operating.

And the world
is his plaything.

Four gate rush, huh?

Child's play.

That's all you got?

(Male over voice chat)
Dr. Traz,

your refresh rate is,
like, zero.

What are you, on some
kind of Pentagon mainframe?

I'm the grand master.

[Electronic beeps]

[Dance music playing
over video]

Wait.

(Woman in video)
Someone, help me!

Someone call 911!

Oh, boy.

Johnny McKee.
[Phone dialing]

[Cell phone rings]

Doc, what are you doing up so late?
Everything okay?

No, no, it's not okay.

I got a possible '63 match
on Lucy's computer.

Johnny McKee.
A really bad cat.

He killed over 70 people
in '58.

Okay, slow down.

And now, there's a viral video
of him from some Chinatown club

where people are
dying or just died,

and I'm watchin' it!

When was the video
uploaded?

2 1/2 minutes ago.

I'm gonna call Hauser.

You text me the address,
and I'll meet you there.

(Hauser)
On march 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

All the prisoners were
transferred off the island...

Only that's not
what happened.

Not at all.

ALCATRAZ
S01 Ep07 - Johnny McKee

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Right in here.

Morning.

You get any sleep?

Nope.

What have we got?

Johnny McKee.

Grew up in Oregon,
smart guy,

but shy, dorky,
not a lot of friends.

You know the type.

He taught organic chemistry
at junior college,

then, in his spare time,
he poisoned people.

Cyanide was his
drug of choice.

He started small,
and then it escalated,

till he murdered most
of his high school class.

42 people at their
15-year reunion.

M.O.?

At the reunion,
he posed as a janitor,

rigging the sprinklers
with Zyklon A.

A cyanide-based
pesticide.

So, police are calling this
a drug overdose.

Could it be cyanide?

We won't know until
the tox screen comes back.

Manager's over
at the bar.

Hi. I'm detective Madsen.

You seen this man?

Yeah, sure. That's Johnny.
He applied two days ago.

Did you interview him?

"Make me a Martini."
That was his interview.

Did he fill out
an application?

- Yeah.
- Can I see it?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

So, why these four guys?

McKee's victims
were usually men.

- They never figured out why?
- No.

And he never would say.

Here you go.

All right,
we got an address.

142 South Broadway Boulevard.
Apartment 335.

That's in the Richmond
District.

[Dance music playing on phone]

Oh... man.

[Chuckles]
Oh, wow.

What do you got there?

Oh, four dudes bit it
at a club last night.

Video went viral.

Is it on the television?

Television? Hello,
it's called the Internet.

McKee?
Walk with me.

We have a demanding clientele.
A lot of high rollers.

They can be tough on you.

Pool boy went to lunch yesterday
and didn't bother coming back.

Third time in two weeks.

So, where have you
worked before?

Oh, let's see, uh,
a library, a garden,

a laundry.

Then you know
how to fold towels.

Can you mix
pool chemicals?

My favorite class
was chemistry.

You're hired.

142 Broadway.

This is it.

So, it's a fake address.

Wait. I'm an idiot.

It's not a fake,
it's his address.

From 50 years ago.

142 was McKee's
cell number

on the Broadway strip
of the cell block.

Cell blocks had evens on
the left and odds on the right,

so whoever was in 144
was next door to McKee.

You know who that was?

Jack Sylvane.

(Woman in video)
Someone, help me!

Someone call 911!
Help!

Well, I'm guessing
that's not good for us.

You just did that,
didn't you?

Tell me about McKee.

We got a break.

Guess who was in the cell
next to him at Alcatraz.

Jack Sylvane.

We need to go
talk to him.

Why?

The address was a bust.
Tox screen could take days.

Jack could know something.

We could track this guy down
before he hits again.

You know what, just tell me
the prison Jack's at,

and I'll go talk to him.

All right.
I'll bring him to you.

Anything on
the tox screen yet?

Can't get your friend
Nikki on the phone.

Oh. Yeah, Nikki and phones.
Eh, it's complicated.

Just go down there.
I told her to check for cyanide.

You want me to go
see Nikki by myself?

I know, it's at the morgue.
Is that gonna be a problem, Doc?

Problem? No.
It's no problem at all.

Was this all
from McKee's box?

Sure is.

Jar of petrified bugs.

Yikes.

20,000 leagues under the sea,
a whole bunch of articles.

"Jules Verne's vision:
The future is now."

Huh. He must have
been a fan.

I was doing some reading
about McKee's last mass murder.

The high school reunion.

He plead "not guilty"
to killing his classmates,

despite being
caught at the scene

with the poison
in his possession.

He stuck around to watch.

Like the viral video.

So, "not guilty"
by reason of insanity?

No, justifiable homicide.

He said the men
were bullies.

All the men in his
graduating class?

No, just the football team.

McKee was a chemistry geek.
Maybe they were picking on him.

Or her.

This was in the box too.

Ginny.

Sister or girlfriend,
maybe?

Maybe he's taking
revenge on the world

for whoever
did that to her.

Hey.

Towel boy.

I need a fresh towel.

Yes, sir.

I'm looking for a book.

Uh, something sharp
and to the point.

You get my drift?

You're a subtle
bastard, huh?

Maybe you landed this work
detail just to get a sticker.

You got me.

What do you got for me?

Sharpest sticker I got.

You going to movie night?

It's a Western.

Born reckless,
with Mamie van Doren.

I prefer to read.

That's a shame.
I hear there's a flash of melon.

You just sweetened
the deal, now, didn't ya?

You bet I'll be there.

Who are they?

Ask your questions.

Hey, Jack.

You were at the cemetery...

When I got caught.

That's right.

You didn't shoot me.

No.

My name's Rebecca Madsen.

I'm a detective, and I have to
ask you about Johnny McKee.

[Scoffs]
McKee.

And if I don't answer,

is he gonna give me
to Beauregard again?

- Jack.
- Who's Beauregard?

You're here about McKee.

What's in it for me?

Nothing.

I think this
belongs to you.

Bet you'd like
to have it back.

Where'd you find that?

Everything from your cell

was put in a box after
you disappeared.

50 years ago.

How long were you
in San Francisco

before I found you?

A few days.

Where'd you come back?

Here.

Alcatraz.

How?

That's my question to you.

McKee.

I don't know how
you got here either.

(McKee) Hey, Sylvane,
pack of camels says

you're staring at
that picture of your girl.

Well, Johnny...

You ever had a girl,

maybe you'd understand.

I had a girl once.

Ginny Winters.

So damn pretty.

There was this one night

we went to the malt shop,
had egg creams,

talked all the way
till they closed the place.

Afterwards we went
up to the roof.

We held hands.

She had the warmest hands.

I was telling her
all about Jules Verne.

How all the way
back in the 1800s

he was writing about how
we would travel underwater.

And Ginny said I was smart.

That other boys
were stupid.

That they didn't know
how to talk about things.

And then she kissed me.

It was the kind of kiss

where whatever happens
the rest of your life,

it's enough to know
that you had that kiss.

What happened to her?

I couldn't tell you.

He was an oddball.

Nose in the books.
Science fiction.

Men on the moon.
Mad sea captains.

Jules Verne.

Yeah. Verne.

Couldn't shut up
about him.

"The future is now."

What?

The future.

Right around the corner,
he always said.

You ever hear
of the Nautilus?

Submarine.

Two years ago...

The USS Nautilus passed through
the San Francisco bay,

spitting distance
from this Rock,

on its way
to the North Pole.

- Is that so?
- Yup.

So, Verne was right.

He's got
this other book too,

all about man
landing on the moon.

The moon?

[Chuckles]

Now you're talking crazy.

Oh, mark my words...

It's comin'.

He kept a jar of bugs
in his cell.

Called it his
"killing jar."

How'd he kill the bugs?

He pulled
garden duty a lot.

Collected these
weird plants.

This one with big, yellow seeds.
He'd crush 'em. [Cell phone chimes]

He'd drop 'em in the jar
and watch the bugs die.

Poisonous plant.

Some kind of nightshade.

It's all over the island.

We're outta here.

Did you know an inmate
named Tommy Madsen?

Let's go.

2-0-0-2, yeah.

He was in the infirmary
a lot, giving blood.

He was sick?

- It was hard to say.
- Wait.

They didn't need an excuse to do
whatever they wanted to you.

He told me one time about
a hole underneath the hole.

Under the strip cells.

You know what
that means?

Here at Alcatraz?

All right, time's up.

We got another poisoning.

- Your name's Madsen, right?
- Yeah.

You got the same eyes.

[Cell phone dialing]

Doc, hey,
McKee used nightshade.

The kind that's
here on the island.

(Doc) White-margined nightshade.

Yeah, they imported it
from Ethiopia.

Only thing that
would grow here.

All right, great.
Well, when you're finished with Nikki,

find out if anyone
sells in the city.

Maybe McKee's been there.

Whoa. Uh...

Male genitalia,
average size, unremarkable.

'Scuse me?

What are you
doing here, Doc?

I'm here about the toxicology
results from the Chinatown club.

It's negative
for common drugs of abuse.

What about cyanide?

Also negative.

Can you run more tests?

We process about
500 cases a month,

so we have to pick
our battles.

Not everyone
gets the whole enchilada.

Don't say "enchilada."

Is that it?

I gotta get John Doe number
seven back into the freezer.

Oh, okay, cool.

I mean, not "cool"
as in freezer, just...

[Both chuckle]
You know, cool.

Manager I.D.'d McKee.

Security cameras
show he's long gone by now.

Must have tampered with the
chemicals in the filtration system.

Well, could he have used
nightshade in the pool?

M.E. says no.

Great, now we have
a mystery chemical on our hands.

McKee is upping his game.

So, since he did this
in a swimming pool,

you think he'd do this
to the city's water supply?

[Cell phone chimes]

Text from Doc,
it's not cyanide.

But he's got a lead on the nightshade.
You mind taking a ride?

Well, ain't you a sight
for very sore eyes?

It's good to meet you,
Mr. McKee.

Hmm?
"Mister."

I haven't been
called that in a while.

Easy now, McKee.

This lady's a doctor.

Poisoning's a very
personal crime.

We all have our gifts.

Mine was for chemistry.

Your gift left
70 people dead.

And I sincerely
regret my actions.

I'm much improved.

I would not, nor could I, hurt
a fly or any other creature.

Johnny thinks he's
at a parole hearing,

that his answers
will buy him freedom.

They won't, Mr. McKee.

I'm here to help you,
that's all.

What kind of help
do I need?

Out of the 70 victims,
the majority were men.

Why did you choose them?

I'd say more like
they chose me.

You needn't be sarcastic.
I could be your ally.

I do not reach above my lot
for any purpose.

What does that mean?

Just you're pretty.
That's all.

Johnny.

Do you dream about
your killings, Mr. McKee?

I don't dream, Dr. Sengupta,
I sleep like a baby.

Ding, ding, ding, ding.
Time's up.

The hell? I thought you said
this was gonna last an hour.

For those who cooperate

and partake of what
Dr. Sengupta has to offer.

Guard.

Perhaps next time
you'll be more forthcoming.

[Entrance bell chimes]

Hello.

When was he last here?

[Speaks Chinese]

Forgot to mention
he only speaks Chinese.

[Both speaking Chinese]

McKee was here, he was
looking for nightshade.

Mr. Lee didn't have any,

but he obtained some
from his sources,

and had his boy
deliver it.

Does Mr. Lee
have McKee's address?

[Speaks Chinese]

Yeah.

You think it's
another fake?

I think he wanted
the nightshade,

and he doesn't know
people are looking for him.

[Speaks Chinese]

What was that about?

He says my Qi
is murky.

♪

(Doc) McKee had his stuff delivered
to an abandoned high school?

No one around to see.

He's not here.

Not anymore.

[Cell phone dialing]
Hey, come on in.

Vent's still on.
Might be coming back.

It smells.

Like grass.

Like fresh-cut grass.

Whoa.

What is it with
scientists and mice?

You know what
he's got cooking?

(Doc)
COCl2, maybe.

Google it.

Phosgene.

"In low concentrations its odor
resembles hay or grass.

"Used as a chemical
weapon "during world war I.

"Acts upon the pulmonary
alviolae, causing suffocation.

"Stored as a liquid.

Turns to gas
at room temperature."

Water soluble?

Solubility in water...
Yes.

Well, that sounds like
our mystery chemical.

One he used in the pool.

And that's a long way
from cyanide and nightshade.

What's next, and where
is he gonna use it?

"The future is now."

Oh, from McKee's box.

Uh, newspaper article.

"Jules Verne's vision:
The future is now."

"An underwater
subway tunnel

"devoted to high-speed
electric trains

"will pass
underneath the bay,

linking San Francisco
and Oakland."

Eastbay tube.

You think he's gonna
use poison on the subway?

Do you know how many
people ride that thing?

It's a killing jar
for people.

[Knocks]

- Who are you?
- Hey, chief, how are ya?

Dispatch wants me
to come and check...

- Oh, wow. Look at that.
- What?

- You see that?
- What?

Hey, Grindle.

Saved you a good one.

Show!

[Inmates chanting]
Show, show, show, show...

[Chanting continues]

Why do we all
love a Western?

In other company, I'd say
it's the time-honored tradition

of watching good
triumph over evil.

But here...

Amongst these
decrepit masses,

well, the thought
just don't seem to apply.

Heck, you lags don't know
if you're on horseback or foot,

if you're defecating
or going blind.

Either way,

you'll be stompin'
and cloppin',

and it won't for a moment
concern you why.

Born reckless.

Starring Mamie van Doren.

Don't smoke.

[Projector whirs on]

[Cheers and applause]

Ticktock, McKee.

I'm just waiting
for Mamie's grand finale.

[Startled shouts]

[Brakes screech]

[Indistinct chatter]

Sorry for the delay, folks.

We'll be moving
again shortly.

[Cheers and applause]

♪

♪

[Cheering continues]

Movie's over!

On your feet.
Let's go.

You glad you came?

Hey, Grindle.

Best melons
I've seen in years.

The only melons
you've seen in years.

(Man)
Cut the chatter.

Back to your cells.

Hey, Cullen.

Come on, let's move it.

The hell?

He's dead.

Line up!

Line up for count!
No one leaves!

(Man)
You heard him!

Against the wall,
all of you!

Who you think had
the stones to kill Cullen?

Could be anyone.

Nobody likes a bully.

(Man over speaker) Only route that
goes underwater is the Eastbay tube.

There's gotta be four different
lines that use that tunnel.

(Hauser) Originating from
all over the East Bay.

Line's flashing red.
What does that mean?

That means the train stopped.

Under the bay.
That's gotta be him.

What's the quickest way
down there?

Emergency escape tubes.

You could take
a maintenance cart.

This is ridiculous.

Come on, get it moving.

[Indistinct chatter]

(Man) Hey, guys!
The train's on fire!

You guys!
Train's on fire!

(Man ♪2) That's not fire!
It's smoke!

[Coughing]

We gotta get out!
Open it!

Stop the car.

[Coughing]

Please help!

Help us!

Oh, my God!
Get me outta here!

We gotta break the glass!

[Coughs]

Get back!

[Glass shatters]

Lend us a hand!

[Passengers coughing]

Here. Let's go.
Get my hand.

Hauser!

[Both grunting]

(Hauser)
McKee!

Don't do this!

Stay down!

[Electricity crackles]
Aah!

He still has a pulse.

Let's get him out of here.

Traffic through
the Eastbay tube came to a halt

this Saturday evening after
an SFTA train experienced

mechanical problems,
causing major delays.

Passengers were evacuated,
due to a gas leak

in a faulty vent.

Maintenance teams were able
to quickly repair the damage,

and trains have now
resumed normal service.

Where they come up
with that stuff?

Where do you think?

Got an I.D. on our
burn girl Ginny.

Virginia Winters,
from McKee's hometown.

Went to the same school.

Hospital records show
that she was injured

when a bottle of acid dye
exploded in her face.

Form of ferrocyanide.

So, it was McKee.

Could've been.

But why?

You enjoy the movie
last night?

Well, who doesn't enjoy
a good Western?

Michael Cullen,
perhaps.

Looks as if that movie
was his last.

Dr. Beauregard said
he was poisoned.

Wonder who could've managed such
a feat in a room of 40 people.

It's a real
brain-twister.

You're very angry,
Mr. McKee.

Try to hide it,
but I can see it.

Ooh, something good's
coming, I can tell.

Ding.

Okay, okay.

I'll cooperate.

Tell me about the girl.

What girl?

Virginia Winters.

I don't know who that is.

Ding.

Or maybe, uh...

Yeah, I remember somebody
with that name from school.

- Was she your girlfriend?
- No.

Just the prettiest girl
in class.

- But you had a date.
- Egg cream is all.

The local malt shop.

And then what happened?

- Nothing.
- Ding.

- Nothing happened.
- Ding, ding, ding.

You can ding from here
to kingdome come.

I'm telling you,
nothing else happened.

So, after the egg creams,

she didn't take you
to the roof of the gym,

where it was
nice and dark,

and she didn't kiss you
and get your clothes off,

and the lights
didn't pop on,

and the football team
wasn't there,

and they didn't laugh
and throw firecrackers at you,

and one of those cherry bombs
didn't hit you in your privates

and take your testicles,
leaving you as half a man...

And you haven't spent your
whole life looking for revenge.

I can help you
with that memory, Mr. McKee.

I can make it go away.

But first, you have
to tell me the truth.

Who is this girl?

She...

She did all those things,
as you said.

And what did
you do to her?

I burned her...

With acid.

You asked me what
I, uh, dream about.

I dream about her face.

Okay, Johnny.

Now I can help you.

Still no.

W... you jumped
the punchline, sir.

Inmate Sylvane is requesting
the pleasure of your company.

You can have this back.

Why is that?

I don't want it anymore.

I'm done with staring
at pictures of dead people.

Thinking about a life
I'm never gonna have.

What's gonna
happen to us?

Happen?

I keep hoping
this is some...

Nightmare I'm gonna
wake up from.

It's not.

You were in prison then,
you're in prison now.

Take away the passing
of 50 years,

nothing's changed for you.

I've changed.

How's that?

I don't dream.

[Door opens]

[Laughs]
Oh, my God, man.

You didn't think I was serious
about the pulp, did you?

"Of bodies changed
to various forms, I sing:

"Ye gods, from whom
these miracles did spring,

"inspire my numbers
with celestial heat...

Till I my long,
laborious work complete."

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