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(Doc) 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.

[Screams]

(Rebecca) That's him.

Tommy Madsen?

He killed my partner.

Trying 55 volts at 2/10 of a second.

[Electricity buzzes]

Explain to me why a perfectly healthy man

spends most of his time in infirmary.

I assumed you were ill.

Tommy Madsen's medical records.

Why would you have a perfectly healthy man

spend so much time in the infirmary?

And what do you want with his blood?

Word of advice, my dear.

Don't overstep.

[Light chatter]

Excuse me.

You bid on anything?

- Bid? - Silent auction.

Oh. No, ma'am, not yet.

You got your eyes on anything?

Yes, you bet.

Well, you better do something quick.

Bidding doesn't stay open forever.

Lovely night for a walk.

How about something a little more adventurous?

[Squeals]

Oh! Ooh!

[Laughter]

Oh. Ooh.

I got us a house.

Excuse me? [Laughs]

It ain't much to look at,

but it's got a yard, and a kitchen with a window.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

But you, um... You sure are cute.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What happened?

Oh, my God.

Who did this to you?

Oh... oh, my God.

Who did this?

Who did this to you?

Who did this to you? [Panting]

(Man) Come on, keep it tight.

Move along. Come on. Keep the line moving.

Nice and tight.

Colored boys, you're next.

Hands. Hands!

"C" block, move.

- You, kitchen, now. - Me?

Move it. Come on, move.

Warden wants to see you. Move.

Come on. Keep movin'.

In the back.

Go on.

Clarence.

You don't mind if I call you "Clarence," do you?

Try this.

Try it.

And?

Good and tasty, sir.

Give it another whirl.

Keep it in mind that candor

is the trait I cherish most in a man.

A lick more butter would keep the flour from seizing,

and, uh, a softer touch with the whisk.

That's a gift, son.

The kind you're born to,

not what's developed in practice.

The next chef's meal is in two days.

I'd like you to prepare the menu and supervise the kitchen.

It's for negroes only?

No, son. It'll be for everyone.

Last time I cooked for white folks,

it ended me up in here.

I'd say the last time you took your chef's knives

to a pretty white girl's throat, it ended you up in here.

See this as a chance for redemption.

And if I say no?

Redemption it is. Mmm.

[Computer beeps]

Homicide at a Gas 'n' Go.

Could be az 2445...

Or just a local tweaker.

That's a negative match on a '63.

[Alarm beeps]

Megan Palmer, found dead at a golf course three hours ago.

Interesting.

Brunette, early 20s...

Ellen Casey, 1958.

Is that you, Clarence?

[Knocking]

Yeah, who is it?

Emmitt, it's me...

Clarence Montgomery, from Alcatraz.

Clarence?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Hey!

I didn't know where else to go.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to bring you my troubles like this, Emmitt.

They told me that you had died at Lompoc.

Lompoc?

How can you still be the same?

I'm not the same.

What's happening with you?

I think I killed a girl.

What do you mean you killed a girl?

You're not making any sense.

You never killed anyone.

You were innocent.

I'm cold.

You were there with me. You remember, right?

At Alcatraz?

That was 50 years ago.

Not for me.

They took me from my cell night after night.

They took my blood, messed with my head.

Who did?

The hell are you talking about, man?

You think you know who you are,

but they push you, and they twist,

and then something in you just snaps.

You're not the same.

You were innocent, Clarence.

I'm not innocent.

Not no more.

(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 ep 08 - Clarence Montgomery

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I understand you're the very first colored man

to work in an all-white country club.

See where that ended me up?

You think you're here at Alcatraz

solely because of the color of your skin?

I'm here, ma'am, because white folks do

what white folks want to do.

When people like me and you spend enough time around 'em,

we end up getting the pointy end of the stick.

You see my situation as similar to yours?

You ain't white.

Your girlfriend was white.

And you murdered her.

Slit her throat on a golf course.

Isn't that why you're here?

You already know, why you asking?

There's no need for hostility, Mr. Montgomery.

I can only be what the world wants me to be.

Ain't that right, doctor?

[Radio chatter]

(Man) They're on their way?

What do we got?

Possible match for one of our '63s.

Ellen Casey, 1958.

Clarence Montgomery.

First African-American head chef

at a fancy Tallahassee country club.

Spent six years there. His home away from home.

Problem was he fell in love with the owner's daughter.

She wound up dead... Just like her.

(Rebecca) Victim's name is Megan Palmer.

Grad student at Berkeley. She wasn't killed here.

The wounds should've left the ground soaked with blood,

but the soil's dry.

He moved her to the 13th hole,

just like his girlfriend in '58.

(Man) Are you in charge here?

How soon till we move this body?

Nothing moves until we're done.

Recognize this man? Maybe a chef in your kitchen?

Never seen him.

What about the victim? Did you know her?

No, but you can talk to her friend.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Did you see who she left with?

Megan's so pretty.

I mean, a lot of guys were trying to talk to her.

Was this one of those men?

I didn't see.

Megan's kind of crazy.

I didn't think anything of it when I couldn't find her.

Thank you.

Did she I.D. him?

No, but it is the exact same body positioning as in '58.

We need a positive I.D. from a witness.

We can't be wrong about this.

- It's him. - Prove it.

Just saying I got a bad feeling about this, Emmitt.

Warden wants you to cook.

It's what you've done all your life.

Cookin' ain't the problem, it's who's gonna be doing the eating.

And what about everybody else?

There's a movement coming, Clarence.

And the warden giving you a chance to be part of it.

A negro taking over meals

at the world's most famous federal prison?

That's an inspiration,

and a symbol of progress to a lot of folks.

I don't wanna be no symbol, Emmitt.

I just wanna serve my time.

You're here because the white man

says you're a killer.

But in that kitchen, you get to stand up and be a man.

You don't have to be who they tell you to be.

That's where you're wrong, Emmitt.

I can only be who they tell me to be.

[Cell door opens]

You fellas hear about Clarence's big promotion?

He's to commandeer the cooking for the whole prison.

Coloreds and whites alike.

What do you think about that?

See, our good warden thinks he can convert you all.

Convert and rehabilitate you.

Thieves, rapists...

Murderers.

The warden thinks you can change.

Myself, I'll admit to doubt.

But I am itching to see the results.

Huzzah.

I eagerly await the festivities.

Think cooking's gonna change that, Emmitt?

We think the person who killed Megan

killed the woman in this photo.

They're similar.

Same type of heavy-gauge kitchen knife

was used in both cases.

But this guy didn't know his way around a blade.

- This is rough and erratic. - But not this one.

Precise and decisive.

No hesitation at all.

Not the same person.

Maybe he improved?

Could he have changed his chirality?

Chirality?

Whether he's right-handed or left-handed.

Excuse me. Here. Okay?

This cut was made by a facing slice,

From right to left.

The wound in the other photo...

opens... on the right,

meaning that killer was a lefty.

The person who killed your first victim Ellen Casey,

is not the same person who killed Megan Palmer.

So, if Clarence isn't our killer,

are we looking at a copycat?

Who copycats a guy 50 years after the fact?

Someone who works at the country club, knows his way around?

- Is that Montgomery's box? - Yeah.

I thought you said the M.E. was certain

it wasn't the same doer as in '58.

That's right.

So, Clarence didn't kill Megan Palmer on that golf course.

Which means it isn't our case.

Whoever killed them knows everything about Clarence's case.

From the location to the age and appearance of the victims.

Did you know the crime scene photos

were never released to the public?

Either Clarence killed these women,

or someone who knows him did.

12 hours.

Sort it out, or it goes back to homicide.

Color us persuasive.

Yeah, you hear the part about the 12 hours?

Penicillin...

Vitamin B6.

Any idea why he'd need these?

I can think of 12 things you would treat with that combo,

and I'm not even a doctor.

I mean, you know.

Recipes... "Annie May's smoked pork ribs."

Man, that sounds good.

All right, we got one name circled

in each of the articles... Emmitt Little.

AZ 2410.

Small-time Harlem gangster released in '61.

A big player in the black panther party.

Clarence must've known him.

[Beeps]

You think he's still alive?

Alive and well, and living in Oakland.

[Knock on door]

Something I can help you with?

Emmitt Little?

Detective Madsen.

We'd like to ask you a few questions about an old homicide.

- Sure. Come on in. - Thank you.

[Boxing match on tv]

Okay.

[Tv shuts off]

Were you in the war, Mr. Little?

Sure was.

The war right here at home.

Got off The Rock in '61.

[Grunts] Stayed here in Oakland.

Lot of young brothers doing good things.

Bobby seale and so forth... I wanted part of that.

But the local authorities... They did not.

Got into a disagreement with some of yours.

No respect for my second amendment rights.

Took a bullet in the back.

Hard to stay on the front lines after that.

Was Clarence Montgomery political too?

Clarence?

Why are you asking about Clarence?

Brother's been dead 50 years.

We're looking into his case.

His case?

Clarence Montgomery was innocent.

Innocent?

Clarence loved that girl.

Night she died, he was planning to skip town with her.

Run up to a house he bought somewhere up North.

Instead, she got cut to death, and he got sent to The Rock.

You ever see Clarence after you left Alcatraz?

We kept in touch a speck.

Then he got sent down to Lompoc.

Word is he died in prison.

Not that any of us ever really gets out.

Just move from one cell to another.

One more thing.

You remember if Clarence was right or left-handed?

I'm sorry, ma'am, my memory just ain't what it used to be.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Little.

Think Emmitt's right? Clarence is innocent?

Well, Emmitt certainly thinks so.

[Cell phone rings]

Nikki, what have you got?

I found a hair sample on Megan Palmer's body

from an African-American male.

DNA came back positive for Wilson's disease.

Wilson's disease? What's that?

A genetic condition, causes the body to retain copper.

Patients can't move or even think coherently

without proper treatment.

So, how do you treat it?

Regular doses of penicillamine and vitamin B6.

And 50 years ago, how'd you treat it then?

Same way, only they'd have used penicillin,

since penicillamine hadn't been developed yet.

Okay, thanks.

So, solving cold cases.

That's what your super fancy task force is doing?

I'll talk to you later, Nikki.

Clarence may have been innocent in the past,

but he sure as hell isn't now.

- 20 minutes at 350. - You got it.

Put the seamstress on alert.

My waistline's in future jeopardy.

Mean you like it?

Never have a knife and fork seemed so obtrusive.

Mmm.

If we were in private,

you'd see my true intentions with this bone.

Just want to say my appreciation.

Didn't realize how much I missed it.

Mark the day, son.

Your new future has begun. [Sucks fingers]

Yeah, I hear Clarence cooks good.

[Inmates chattering]

Gon' be a feast!

[Chatter continues]

Parley.

A discussion or a conference

between enemies over terms of truce.

Gentlemen, consider this feast your parley.

A wise man once proclaimed that breaking bread with an enemy

was a true mark of a civilized man.

Let you be civilized today.

Whether you arrived that way,

or have been made such through our considerable labors.

Bon appetit.

[Inmates chattering]

I said,

"Bon appetit," you sons of bitches!

[Inmates shouting]

Don't know what y'all missing!

We're not eating this garbage!

Feed it to your dogs!

What you lookin' at, boy?

- Disrespect! - I don't have to eat this slop!

[Overlapping shouting]

Filthy dogs!

Why don't you go back and pick cotton, huh?

Rome wasn't built in a day.

You enjoy a good drama, E.B.

I'll leave you to act in this one.

[Dishes clattering]

[Shouting escalates]

Hey, man! Come on over here!

There he is.

Hey. [Grunts]

Think you're good enough to cook for us, huh?

[Grunting]

Back where you belong, son!

[Grunting]

(Man) Hey! Smoke on!

Hit it!

[Inmates coughing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Hi.

Beer, please.

Scotch, neat.

White wine, please.

Coming right up.

Thank you.

So, did you congratulate the happy couple?

No, ma'am, I did not.

Dull party, huh?

Sure is.

Lovely night for a walk.

[Police chatter]

Different golf course, same crime scene.

Clarence Montgomery.

Who was innocent in '58.

Yeah, but he is our killer now.

But why?

Why would he start killing people now,

when he was innocent in the past?

What's the chief of police doing here?

Give me a minute.

- Morning. - Agent Hauser.

Do we have a problem?

Not the kind we can discuss here.

Okay.

The usual place.

[Cell phone beeps]

Club hosted a big engagement party last night.

You think he's passing himself off as a guest?

Or a cook.

Second course, Annie May's smoked pork ribs.

Yeah, Goldie's Carolina tea cakes.

They were both in his recipes.

That's how he got in.

(Man) Open 131!

This ain't my work time.

[Grunts]

Shut your hole!

Be strong, brother.

Gon' be all right, Clarence.

You be strong, brother.

We with you, Clarence. Be strong.

[Indistinct chatter]

- Where they takin' him? - To the hole.

Hey, screw's taking out the garbage!

Hey, it looks like screw's got two shadows!

Hey, hey, you don't belong here, son!

You lost, boy?

[Inmates shouting, cups clattering]

Where are we?

What's going on?

I didn't do nothing wrong.

I didn't do...

I didn't do no...

Relax.

[Groans] Good.

(Man over recording) Has the jury reached its decision?

(Woman over recording) Your honor, we, the jury, find the defendant,

Clarence Montgomery, guilty in the first-degree

for the murder of Ellen Casey.

(Beauregard) If it works in one direction,

I don't see why it can't work in the reverse.

Let's try 60 volts for 2 seconds.

[Electricity buzzes, Clarence grunts]

[Machine powers down]

(Man over recording) Murder! Guilty!

Ellen Casey!

(Woman over recording) Murder! Guilty!

Enjoy the movie.

[Breathing heavily]

Guilty! [Garbled sounds]

[Cacophonous voices chanting]

Murder, guilty, Ellen Casey! Murder, guilty, Ellen Casey!

Hi. I'm detective Madsen. Have you seen this man?

Clarence. Yeah, he's here.

I'd have fired his ass by now,

but he's the best cook I got.

Police. Don't move.

Clarence.

Aah!

Hey, watch it!

What's going on?

[Reverse warning beeping]

(Man) Whoa! Hey!

[Grunts] Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

[Women gasp]

[Excited chatter]

What's going on, man? Hey!

Watch it!

Are you crazy?

Can't say I didn't warn you.

This prison isn't ready for a cook like you.

But it's not your fault.

You people just don't realize what you are.

"You people"?

Oh, no, you thought I meant coloreds?

No, criminals.

Even the warden's best intentions

can't change you into men.

A dog can't wear a suit.

You think you know me, Mr. Tiller, sir?

You think I'm a killer?

I know you took your girlfriend out on that golf course,

you slit her beautiful throat,

you watched her bleed out in the moonlight,

and now you're here, that is what I know.

Now, get back to work, "son."

William Gent.

Should be three bundles fresh-laundered for me.

Oh, hey, I know you.

You're the cook, right?

Mm, you know, not for nothing,

but when the fists were flying,

I snuck a little lick of them ribs.

You've got some kitchen skills.

I never tasted so many spices all put together just like that,

you know, and I'd have told them how good it was.

In fact, I'd have begged and pleaded

for another bite, but you know, you can't mess with the system.

Not in a place like this. But who could say?

You know, maybe if you let the dust settle long enough,

maybe the warden would let you cook again.

You know, next time you see him, you should tell him,

you know, that your feelings ain't hurt.

[Sputters]

[Chokes, gags]

[Whistle blows, alarm rings]

2214, back up!

Guy cut him!

[Grunts]

Let's go. Move it, Montgomery!

I lost him.

You think he'll run?

He's going to need his medicine.

That's how we'll track him... Through his prescriptions.

I know who we can talk to.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you guys actually liked coming here.

We need to track a prescription.

You can do that, right?

Yeah, no sweat.

I can track every scrip filled at any drugstore in the city.

Check for doses of penicillamine filled in the last week.

[Keys clacking]

I got 12.

Emmitt Little.

Thanks, Nikki, I owe you a drink.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, you know. Whenever.

How 'bout tomorrow?

You mean me or...

Oh, my God.

You.

Tomorrow.

Right. Sure.

Tomorrow's great.

[Car alarm wails in distance]

Apartment's on the second floor.

You were here yesterday?

No sign of Clarence.

But Mr. Little is getting his medicine for him.

He'll have to show up sooner or later.

We go in quietly.

[Knocking]

Mr. Little, it's detective Madsen.

[Cocks shotgun]

Doc, get back! [Gunshot]

[Cocks shotgun]

(Emmitt) That man does not go back to prison!

Put down the gun, Emmitt! We don't want to hurt anyone!

The hell you don't!

That's all you people do!

We know Clarence was innocent in '58!

We know you were telling the truth!

The Lord gave Clarence a second chance!

Sent him back, same as he was before.

You ain't taking that chance from him!

[Cocks shotgun]

Do you know why we're here, Emmitt?

Clarence is killing people!

It's not a lie, Mr. Little!

He's killing women,

just like his girlfriend was killed in '58!

You people did this to him!

You stuck him on that Rock!

If he's killing people, it's your own damn fault!

His mag holds eight.

One more, and I'm taking him down.

(Hauser) Clarence...

I want to talk.

Get rid of the gun.

Can't do that.

Then you ain't coming in.

Well, we can talk, or I can shoot you.

It's all the same to me.

I know what happened in '58.

You never killed that girl.

The hell good does that do me now?

You were innocent.

Not anymore.

I killed those girls on the golf course.

I know that.

That's why this has to end.

I killed those girls, Emmitt.

I am who they say.

It's Clarence.

I can't stop myself.

Help me, please.

I ain't going back, Emmitt.

Don't let 'em take me back, man.

Help me, please.

Drop it! [Grunts]

- Black SUV. - Yes, sir.

My boys are getting ruffled.

They don't take kindly to all these usurpations.

I got cops sitting on their thumbs instead of closing cases.

We're closing cases.

And since when are you so concerned with morale?

A man runs for office,

everyone's mood becomes his business.

Well, that should balm the wound.

A cold case you just solved.

A mug shot? Fingerprints from 1958?

What the hell is this?

The man who actually killed Ellen Casey.

Not only have we arrested a murderer too long gone free,

we've cleared the name of an innocent man.

Clarence Montgomery has been exonerated

for the murder of Ellen Casey in 1958.

Mr. Montgomery passed away at Lompoc federal prison in 1965.

We only hope that his complete exoneration

will give his family some much needed peace.

This is so messed up.

Clarence is finally innocent.

And two girls are dead. Yeah.

What turned him into a killer?

There were a lot of weird experiments going on

in the prison system in the '50s.

Syphilis, dioxin, LSD.

The CIA with their MK-ultra thing.

Inmates in Utah, 1961, had blood samples taken from them,

mixed with radioactive stuff, and put back in their bodies.

That's crazy.

Alcatraz?

I didn't think so...

Till now.

The warden was kind enough

to wrap me a plate of your Carolina ribs

and tea cakes.

It was a rare treat, Mr. Montgomery.

You're a very gifted cook.

This is the body of William gent.

When the guards arrived,

you were positioning his body.

I assume you wanted it to look like...

This.

Ellen Casey.

Your girlfriend.

Look at it.

No.

Look at it.

(Woman's voice) Murderer!

[Cacophonous sounds]

Trauma is a roadblock inside our psyche.

You want to move on, to move forward,

but the trauma block.

So, we repeat it, like a skipping record.

Your record is stuck at the moment you killed Ellen Casey.

I didn't kill her.

- You didn't? - No.

But you did kill William Gent.

Yes.

So, you came to Alcatraz innocent,

and became a killer.

(Man's voice) Guilty! Guilty!

If you let me in,

I can help you, Clarence.

I can take that memory away.

All those memories.

No, ma'am, you can't.

You can't stop me now.

No one can.

(Warden James) Clarence Montgomery.

The only innocent lamb in our great pasture.

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

You've turned her methods into madness.

You asked if it could be done.

What Clarence did to William gent...

No more definitive proof than that.

Yet the result lacks a certain amount of elegance.

Not that I want to pat myself on the back.

Knowing you're pleased is just rewards, of course,

but I was hoping

you might be able to tell me now

what you're doing to their blood...

Between the time I take it out of them, and put it back in.

I don't do anything to it, Milton.

What kind of warden would I be if I kept secrets from my staff?

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