Alcatraz (2012): Season 1, Episode 11 - Webb Porter - full transcript
It takes a while until Hauser recognizes the MO of Webb Porter, who drowns women in their bathtubs at home and auditions as violinist. He suffered from tinnitus since his mother tried to ...
[Overlapping chatter]
[Distant alarm]
[Doorbell buzzes]
[Door lock buzzes]
[Door closes]
The blue. That's new.
You seemed better
the last time I saw you.
Define "better."
[Sighs]
I wasn't always
like this, you know.
Breathe...
[Neck cracks]
All that's needed
for evil to triumph
is for good men to do nothing.
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Edmund Burke.
He was an Englishman.
Well, actually an Irishman
who moved to England.
Do any of the people
you work with know
you studied philosophy at Yale?
[Laughs]
It hasn't really come up.
It's mostly the giants
and Cassius Clay.
[Boat horn blows]
(Hauser)
I guess your ride's here.
When will I see you again?
How 'bout tonight?
(Warden) Bombers and
poisoners, sharp shooters,
and every ignoble
variation of lag,
I have put you to the test.
But if you're able to infiltrate
this madman's gray matter,
free up our infirmary
where he has taken up
permanent residence,
mark my words,
Dr. Sengupta,
I will take you
to the moon and back.
Why isn't Mr. Porter
in general population?
I had no choice but to separate
the tormentor
from his tormentees.
Imagine the agony of living
on this rocky atoll.
The lunatic howling
at all hours of every night,
depriving you of the joy
of nocturnal wool gathering.
For whatever reason, this is
the only room that calms him.
Intellect aside,
it's time to get him
back where he belongs.
(Warden)
Mr. Porter,
I brought you a special guest.
Cat's had his tongue
coming up on a year now.
What are those marks?
His bed should be there,
but he keeps pushing it
to the other wall.
File says his mother tried to
drown him in the bathtub
when he was only six.
No-doubtedly the reason
he butchered her.
Four other women suffering
the full magnitude
of his fatal blows
that very night.
How long have you heard
the ringing in your ears,
Mr. Porter?
I believe he suffers
from tinnitus,
a perpetual ringing in his ears,
most likely caused
by the drowning incident
as a child.
He's manageable in this room
because the humming from
Dr. Beauregard's refrigerator
on the other side of this wall
helps mask the noise.
Can he be cured of this malady?
Well, I wouldn't
say "cured."
But there's a new brand
of therapy I've been studying.
I'd like to try it.
I knew you'd have something
in your bag of tricks.
Tell me, Mr. Porter,
do you like music?
[Playing violin]
♪
[Playing hastens]
[Whimpering]
I'm not ready.
I'm miss...
I'm missing something.
[Sobbing, whimpering]
Your hair.
I wish there was more of it.
[Whimpers]
[Sobbing]
I'm sorry.
[Sobbing]
I'm really, really sorry.
[Sobbing]
[Playing]
[Echoing scream]
[Echoing crash]
[Echoing thud]
♪
[Echoing scream]
♪
[Scratches]
[Echoing scream]
Oh, nice.
[Laughs]
- Here you go, ladies.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Sure.
(Rebecca) Oh, my God,
you're shameless.
I know, I know.
Here.
[Glasses clink]
Glad to finally get you
out of your apartment.
Mm. Me too.
So, what've you
been working on?
Task force stuff?
Um, no. I mean, mostly.
But family stuff too.
You mean with Ray?
You want to talk about it?
It's like I'm living
someone else's life.
And I...
I just want
to press "stop."
Go back to the way things were.
Before the new job.
But I can't.
[Clears throat]
[Cell phone rings]
Ah, sorry.
[Rebecca's cell phone rings]
Could you not read the schedule
written in large, red marker?
I'm off tonight.
Doc.
Stop following him,
just go home.
I was gonna after he came out
of that brick building again.
But then I thought, I haven't
visited Lucy in a while.
And Hauser's the one
who always says,
"don't visit her,
let her rest,"
so I came anyway,
and guess what, she's gone.
He took her.
What do you mean he took her?
The nurse is gonna
tell me the whole story.
Here she comes.
I gotta go.
(Nikki) [Sighs]
Homicide in Daly City.
College student drowned in her
tub with all her hair cut off.
I gotta go.
Mind if I tag along?
Sure.
[Siren]
The vic's name is Karen Feiner.
A student at sf state.
There's no sign
of forced entry.
Her mom came by,
found her in the tub.
Anyone see anything?
Neighbor heard someone
playing violin.
Well, she's a music student.
Ligature bruises
on her wrists and ankles.
And color distortion's
advanced.
Could've been tied up
as long as three days.
What did he do with her hair?
There's not a strand
of it anywhere.
Could be a souvenir, maybe.
One of her fingernails broke.
Maybe she got a piece of him.
I'm taking a bag here.
[M.E.]
No problem.
What do you got?
Glad she put up a fight.
Yeah.
(Doc) These are the
'63s who were sent
to Alcatraz
for murdering women.
Did any of them
target musicians?
Not specifically.
Some of them went after coeds.
Huh...
maybe this isn't a '63.
Hey, so, what's the deal
with Hauser?
He's right behind you.
Now, if you ever
follow me again,
I may decide
to shoot you after all.
Well, maybe if you
told us things
like the fact that,
I don't know,
you took Lucy
out of the hospital.
That would be none
of your business.
Who's the girl?
(Rebecca) It's a
homicide I came across.
Nikki found blood
under her fingernail,
but the sample was tainted.
Tainted?
There was a high level
of colloidal silver.
Does this mean
something to you?
He's one of ours.
Would... would you like to share
with us how you know that?
We did some tests on the '63s
that we've captured.
Tests? Where? I thought you
were taking them to prison.
Some of the inmates tested
positive for colloidal silver.
Before you ask,
I don't know why.
So, we're chasing a '63,
and we don't know who he is.
Well, that's a first.
(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.
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Webb Porter
No, I don't recognize
any of these guys.
Pictures look a little dated.
Yeah. Budget cuts.
You know.
Was Karen in class on Monday?
Definitely.
She was one of my best students.
What instrument did Karen play?
Uh, cello mostly. But she was
good with any string instrument.
Were there any other
female students
missing from your class today?
No, she was the only one.
[Taps]
Am I supposed to talk
into the television?
Does this transmit
sound frequencies?
(Hauser) Look into the monitor.
Oh, there you are.
A blood sample is being
sent to you now.
Has the colloidal silver in it.
Who's the lucky lag?
Don't know yet.
Hmm. I'll see if it matches
Dr. Sengupta's blood type.
Listen, Beauregard...
are you certain of the healing
properties of the silver?
As cerin as the sky is blue.
Not that I've seen it
in some time.
She's slipping away from us.
I don't know
how much time we have.
Your mind is in turmoil,
Mr. Porter.
A tangle of disconnected
thoughts and urges.
That ringing in your ear
is no doubt a painful reminder
of what your mother did to you.
I can take that memory away.
[Refrigerator humming]
[Hum slows, stops]
[Ringing heightens]
[Moans]
T-turn it back on.
Please.
[Soothing orchestral music]
No... no.
Listen.
- No.
- Take it in.
Each note...
one after the other.
Logical, reliable,
a pattern.
Let it untangle you, Mr. Porter.
Take it in.
You can carry it
with you in your head.
Even when it's not playing.
[Groans, sighs]
♪
Can you tell me what
you remember about the night
your mother tried to drown you?
The water was so cold.
I tried to hold my breath
as long as I could.
And the screaming in my head...
and her face over me.
So beautiful.
And...
her hair was fl...
was floating on the water.
And it... it...
it started to spread out
like cracks on the surface.
Uh...
[Sniffles]
Now I can help you.
[Playing violin]
♪
Hey.
You're the guy
from that party last week.
Yeah.
Yeah, I was there
with Mr. Thornhill.
Did he get you the audition?
Yeah, he did.
Still getting ready for it.
On my porch?
Well, you said you'd love
to hear me play, so...
That's brave.
Well, you play beautifully.
What was that?
Stravinsky?
No, it's me.
Just, you know,
things in my head.
Just, uh Thing...
you know, what I see.
It just comes out like that.
I like your hair.
[Gasps]
What is it?
I've run the mystery
'63's blood, sir.
We've got ourselves a match.
Now, all you have to do
is catch him, I suppose.
[Porter playing violin]
♪
That was excellent.
Your bow makes
the sweetest sound.
Well, I string it myself.
Think it makes a difference.
Could you play this next?
I...
I haven't prepared this.
It's just to gauge
your sight-reading.
We get so many musicians
who can't read a lick.
I don't think he can.
Thank you for coming.
Didn't work.
I wasn't good enough.
[Muffled whimpering]
You...
You weren't good enough.
[Screams]
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry!
[Screaming]
[Playing jazz music]
♪
[Playing stops]
All right, boys.
That's it for today.
Let's go.
You can't just
come in here with him.
Well, didn't
the warden tell you?
We were hoping
to borrow an instrument.
You got a lot of nerve showing
your face around here, Porter.
(Inmate) The warden should keep
you where you belong, freak.
Let's move it.
Your band is very good,
Mr. Tiller.
In another life,
I would've been a music man.
[Door slams]
But unfortunately, my father
discouraged it in the home,
so I came to it late.
Mr. Porter is a recent
convert to music.
With parent issues of his own,
so Dr. Beauregard tells me.
I'm told he speaks now.
I can already hear
the music in my head.
Just like she said I would.
There are two phases
to Mr. Porter's therapy.
Listening and playing.
[Laughs] There are
no openings in the band.
We'd just like to borrow
an instrument, if that's okay.
Borrow away.
I've been reading
about the violin.
(Tiller) Perfect match.
Screams like you used to.
It's okay. Go ahead.
[Scoffs]
[Screeches]
Maybe he should
start with a triangle.
Play what's in your head.
[Breathes deeply]
[Playing disjointedly]
♪
[Plays odd scales]
[Arpeggios]
[Hurried, slower]
I think we've
got ourselves a sandbagger.
No, I think we've
got ourselves a savant.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Where the hell have you been?
Well, Karen was a musician.
We tried to track down...
I call you into
an active crime scene,
and you waddle in here
25 minutes later?
So, while this woman
was being murdered,
you were off talking to more
boring people for information
that is getting us nowhere.
Talking to these boring people...
that's my job.
We think he's
targeting musicians,
so we went to her school.
Guys...
I was just talking
to the landlord.
He did come by earlier
to check the sprinklers,
and he said
he heard violin music.
Like at Karen's.
Not just, like, someone
scratching the strings.
He said it was someone good.
I mean, really, really good.
But get this, our new victim...
she didn't play the violin
or any instrument.
She thought he was
targeting musicians.
It's the other way around.
The violin music,
I think it's him.
The music room
was pretty popular.
Even Al Capone even played a
little banjo while he was here.
Rock islander band reels.
Everyone I interviewed
told me these were lost.
Well, who played violin
in the band?
No one.
Strictly brass.
Jazz, horns, saxophone.
There's no violin music here.
There's a violin.
Webb Porter.
So, Webb Porter's
a pattern killer now.
There's a connection
between his two victims.
We just gotta find it.
Karen Feiner's a music student,
Susan Lee a lawyer.
Check credit card transactions,
emails, cell phone records.
[Typing]
So much for the privacy act.
Mm.
[Playing piano]
♪
Elmore.
Yo, Emerson.
(Hauser) You know every
musician in town.
There's a violinist
I need to find.
Oh, that's too bad.
You know the difference between
a violinist and a pizza?
Pizza can feed
a family of five.
He's very good, this guy.
He's, uh...
he's been here a month,
maybe two.
He's 29 years old, kinda odd.
What's he play?
I don't know,
what's in his head.
You know, Deke, uh...
he sold, uh, some recent arrival
his old brownback last week.
Now, he said this kid
had some serious chops.
Where's Deke?
He took the cash
and went to Houston.
But your kid told Deke
he got a gig at the, uh,
the philharmonic.
Playing?
[Laughs]
No. No, no, no.
He's stacking chairs.
He's a violinist, like I said.
You up on Friday?
Till I'm dead.
[Plays piano]
♪
[Saxophone music]
♪
I've been sneaking
in here since I was 15.
It's a long walk
from Pacific heights.
[Laughs]
Who says I walked?
I wish I could bottle this.
You can.
They do live recordings
here all the time.
Well, my new patient
would love it.
[Laughs]
What?
I...
Okay, I love how you can call
a stone-cold killer a "patient."
You're making fun of me.
No, no, not at all.
Well, you won't believe
the transformation
of this violinist, Emerson.
It's only been a few months.
I mean, I've studied
music therapy.
I knew it had potential,
but the results
I'm getting is...
Is there something in my teeth?
No. No, you...
I've never met
anyone like you before.
Stop.
Man, Hauser went off
on you today.
What's his deal?
I don't know.
He's freaked out about the case.
Whoa. What's that?
(Doc) Uh, both victims had
credit card transactions
last Friday night
at the San Francisco
philharmonic.
Parking and gift shop.
There was a fundraiser
there that night.
[Phone rings]
That was three days
before his first killing.
Madsen.
Porter's been working
as a stagehand
at the philharmonic.
That's where we think
he met his first victims.
I'm gonna text you
his home address.
Don't make me wait.
[Electricity buzzing]
[Knocks]
They're renting apartments now?
(Rebecca) Landlord says
he's been here for months.
They're getting
comfortable in our world.
Which means they'll be
harder to catch.
I know why he takes their hair.
The violin.
He strings his bows with it.
Blonde, black...
Yeah, it's frayed.
All used up.
This one's red.
Just the one.
He's got another girl.
(Porter) I just wanted
to play for people.
Isn't that the point?
If a violin gets played
and no one hears it,
is that music or futility?
[Muffled groans] Please...
Please...
- Please...
- Don't worry.
[Whimpering]
Don't worry, look.
There's just enough left.
I have some good news.
The warden will be transferring
you back to general population.
Will I be able
to keep my violin?
And you'll be able
to play in your cell
at the end of each day.
Why are you doing
all of this for me?
Because I believe
a man can change.
Has the right to change.
Thank you, Dr. Sengupta.
Maybe one day, I'll be able to...
to repay the favor.
Okay, here are the DMV photos
of women who were guests
at the philharmonic fundraiser,
where Porter met
his first two victims.
Can you eliminate
the blondes and brunettes?
[Typing]
Only two redheads.
It's gotta be this one, right?
The one with the long hair.
DMV pictures aren't necessarily
recent or accurate.
We don't have time for this.
We'll go to both places.
The woman on the right
just checked in on friendsquare,
a social website,
12 minutes ago,
from a bar in Lomo.
Which leaves her.
[Lock clattering]
[Muffled moaning]
[Muffled sobbing]
[Screaming]
It's okay. It's okay.
We're the police.
You're all right.
He's not gonna hurt you anymore.
Oh, my God.
[Rapid breathing] Where is he?
We were hoping
you could tell us.
Where'd he go?
Do you know?
No.
Yes.
Tonight. It's tonight.
What?
He's playing.
He said he auditioned,
and they said yes.
Tonight's his first
performance.
[Playing violin]
♪
[Cheers and applause]
[Applause stops]
[Door buzzes]
(Inmate) Hey, look,
it's the screamer!
(Inmate)
Look the hell who's here!
(Inmate) Hey, warden, he's
gonna keep us up all night!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate)
We don't want him around!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate) Hey, warden,
don't do this to us!
(Inmate) Get the creep
on out of here!
What are you doing?
I'm gonna kill ya.
(Inmate) Forgive me,
warden, please!
(Inmate) He's gonna keep
us up all night, warden!
[Overlapping shouts]
Close it up.
(Inmate) Get him out of here!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate) Warden!
Warden, don't leave him with us!
[Overlapping shouting]
[Plays]
♪
[Shouting fades]
Well, I'll be damned.
Listen to that
little fella fiddle.
(Tiller)
You can teach an old dog
a new trick...
but it's still an old dog.
Well, I'm not gonna
raise my white flag
in surrender just yet.
But I will tell you this...
The warden's
got himself a new toy.
Mr. Porter is not a toy.
[Laughs] No argument here.
I was talking about you.
[Cheers and applause]
[Door opens]
I want him alive and unharmed.
[Metallic clicks, footsteps]
[Groans]
That's it, Porter.
[Cocks gun]
Nowhere to run.
[Panting] All...
All I wanted was to play.
Don't even think about it.
[Grunting]
[Monitor beeping]
She's here too.
Ernest Cobb shot her.
Is she gonna live?
With your help.
Have a seat, 2-0-1-2.
And roll up your left sleeve.
[Projector whirring]
Those the reels you found
in the music room?
Yeah. I'm digitizing them.
Figured I might be able to use
some stuff for my next book.
There's no sound?
Yeah, it was recorded
separate back then.
I've only got picture.
Any word from Hauser?
No.
We're never gonna find out
what's really
going on here, are we?
Lucy.
Yeah.
Or what he did with her.
No, Doc.
She's right there.
She's one of them.
Lucy's a '63.
Hauser's known the whole time.
Maybe that's
where he's hiding her.
Where he's got the other '63s.
(Rebecca) Lucy was there
when it was all happening.
She could be the key
to everything.
[Porter playing violin]
♪
[Distant alarm]
[Doorbell buzzes]
[Door lock buzzes]
[Door closes]
The blue. That's new.
You seemed better
the last time I saw you.
Define "better."
[Sighs]
I wasn't always
like this, you know.
Breathe...
[Neck cracks]
All that's needed
for evil to triumph
is for good men to do nothing.
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Edmund Burke.
He was an Englishman.
Well, actually an Irishman
who moved to England.
Do any of the people
you work with know
you studied philosophy at Yale?
[Laughs]
It hasn't really come up.
It's mostly the giants
and Cassius Clay.
[Boat horn blows]
(Hauser)
I guess your ride's here.
When will I see you again?
How 'bout tonight?
(Warden) Bombers and
poisoners, sharp shooters,
and every ignoble
variation of lag,
I have put you to the test.
But if you're able to infiltrate
this madman's gray matter,
free up our infirmary
where he has taken up
permanent residence,
mark my words,
Dr. Sengupta,
I will take you
to the moon and back.
Why isn't Mr. Porter
in general population?
I had no choice but to separate
the tormentor
from his tormentees.
Imagine the agony of living
on this rocky atoll.
The lunatic howling
at all hours of every night,
depriving you of the joy
of nocturnal wool gathering.
For whatever reason, this is
the only room that calms him.
Intellect aside,
it's time to get him
back where he belongs.
(Warden)
Mr. Porter,
I brought you a special guest.
Cat's had his tongue
coming up on a year now.
What are those marks?
His bed should be there,
but he keeps pushing it
to the other wall.
File says his mother tried to
drown him in the bathtub
when he was only six.
No-doubtedly the reason
he butchered her.
Four other women suffering
the full magnitude
of his fatal blows
that very night.
How long have you heard
the ringing in your ears,
Mr. Porter?
I believe he suffers
from tinnitus,
a perpetual ringing in his ears,
most likely caused
by the drowning incident
as a child.
He's manageable in this room
because the humming from
Dr. Beauregard's refrigerator
on the other side of this wall
helps mask the noise.
Can he be cured of this malady?
Well, I wouldn't
say "cured."
But there's a new brand
of therapy I've been studying.
I'd like to try it.
I knew you'd have something
in your bag of tricks.
Tell me, Mr. Porter,
do you like music?
[Playing violin]
♪
[Playing hastens]
[Whimpering]
I'm not ready.
I'm miss...
I'm missing something.
[Sobbing, whimpering]
Your hair.
I wish there was more of it.
[Whimpers]
[Sobbing]
I'm sorry.
[Sobbing]
I'm really, really sorry.
[Sobbing]
[Playing]
[Echoing scream]
[Echoing crash]
[Echoing thud]
♪
[Echoing scream]
♪
[Scratches]
[Echoing scream]
Oh, nice.
[Laughs]
- Here you go, ladies.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Sure.
(Rebecca) Oh, my God,
you're shameless.
I know, I know.
Here.
[Glasses clink]
Glad to finally get you
out of your apartment.
Mm. Me too.
So, what've you
been working on?
Task force stuff?
Um, no. I mean, mostly.
But family stuff too.
You mean with Ray?
You want to talk about it?
It's like I'm living
someone else's life.
And I...
I just want
to press "stop."
Go back to the way things were.
Before the new job.
But I can't.
[Clears throat]
[Cell phone rings]
Ah, sorry.
[Rebecca's cell phone rings]
Could you not read the schedule
written in large, red marker?
I'm off tonight.
Doc.
Stop following him,
just go home.
I was gonna after he came out
of that brick building again.
But then I thought, I haven't
visited Lucy in a while.
And Hauser's the one
who always says,
"don't visit her,
let her rest,"
so I came anyway,
and guess what, she's gone.
He took her.
What do you mean he took her?
The nurse is gonna
tell me the whole story.
Here she comes.
I gotta go.
(Nikki) [Sighs]
Homicide in Daly City.
College student drowned in her
tub with all her hair cut off.
I gotta go.
Mind if I tag along?
Sure.
[Siren]
The vic's name is Karen Feiner.
A student at sf state.
There's no sign
of forced entry.
Her mom came by,
found her in the tub.
Anyone see anything?
Neighbor heard someone
playing violin.
Well, she's a music student.
Ligature bruises
on her wrists and ankles.
And color distortion's
advanced.
Could've been tied up
as long as three days.
What did he do with her hair?
There's not a strand
of it anywhere.
Could be a souvenir, maybe.
One of her fingernails broke.
Maybe she got a piece of him.
I'm taking a bag here.
[M.E.]
No problem.
What do you got?
Glad she put up a fight.
Yeah.
(Doc) These are the
'63s who were sent
to Alcatraz
for murdering women.
Did any of them
target musicians?
Not specifically.
Some of them went after coeds.
Huh...
maybe this isn't a '63.
Hey, so, what's the deal
with Hauser?
He's right behind you.
Now, if you ever
follow me again,
I may decide
to shoot you after all.
Well, maybe if you
told us things
like the fact that,
I don't know,
you took Lucy
out of the hospital.
That would be none
of your business.
Who's the girl?
(Rebecca) It's a
homicide I came across.
Nikki found blood
under her fingernail,
but the sample was tainted.
Tainted?
There was a high level
of colloidal silver.
Does this mean
something to you?
He's one of ours.
Would... would you like to share
with us how you know that?
We did some tests on the '63s
that we've captured.
Tests? Where? I thought you
were taking them to prison.
Some of the inmates tested
positive for colloidal silver.
Before you ask,
I don't know why.
So, we're chasing a '63,
and we don't know who he is.
Well, that's a first.
(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
S01E11
Webb Porter
No, I don't recognize
any of these guys.
Pictures look a little dated.
Yeah. Budget cuts.
You know.
Was Karen in class on Monday?
Definitely.
She was one of my best students.
What instrument did Karen play?
Uh, cello mostly. But she was
good with any string instrument.
Were there any other
female students
missing from your class today?
No, she was the only one.
[Taps]
Am I supposed to talk
into the television?
Does this transmit
sound frequencies?
(Hauser) Look into the monitor.
Oh, there you are.
A blood sample is being
sent to you now.
Has the colloidal silver in it.
Who's the lucky lag?
Don't know yet.
Hmm. I'll see if it matches
Dr. Sengupta's blood type.
Listen, Beauregard...
are you certain of the healing
properties of the silver?
As cerin as the sky is blue.
Not that I've seen it
in some time.
She's slipping away from us.
I don't know
how much time we have.
Your mind is in turmoil,
Mr. Porter.
A tangle of disconnected
thoughts and urges.
That ringing in your ear
is no doubt a painful reminder
of what your mother did to you.
I can take that memory away.
[Refrigerator humming]
[Hum slows, stops]
[Ringing heightens]
[Moans]
T-turn it back on.
Please.
[Soothing orchestral music]
No... no.
Listen.
- No.
- Take it in.
Each note...
one after the other.
Logical, reliable,
a pattern.
Let it untangle you, Mr. Porter.
Take it in.
You can carry it
with you in your head.
Even when it's not playing.
[Groans, sighs]
♪
Can you tell me what
you remember about the night
your mother tried to drown you?
The water was so cold.
I tried to hold my breath
as long as I could.
And the screaming in my head...
and her face over me.
So beautiful.
And...
her hair was fl...
was floating on the water.
And it... it...
it started to spread out
like cracks on the surface.
Uh...
[Sniffles]
Now I can help you.
[Playing violin]
♪
Hey.
You're the guy
from that party last week.
Yeah.
Yeah, I was there
with Mr. Thornhill.
Did he get you the audition?
Yeah, he did.
Still getting ready for it.
On my porch?
Well, you said you'd love
to hear me play, so...
That's brave.
Well, you play beautifully.
What was that?
Stravinsky?
No, it's me.
Just, you know,
things in my head.
Just, uh Thing...
you know, what I see.
It just comes out like that.
I like your hair.
[Gasps]
What is it?
I've run the mystery
'63's blood, sir.
We've got ourselves a match.
Now, all you have to do
is catch him, I suppose.
[Porter playing violin]
♪
That was excellent.
Your bow makes
the sweetest sound.
Well, I string it myself.
Think it makes a difference.
Could you play this next?
I...
I haven't prepared this.
It's just to gauge
your sight-reading.
We get so many musicians
who can't read a lick.
I don't think he can.
Thank you for coming.
Didn't work.
I wasn't good enough.
[Muffled whimpering]
You...
You weren't good enough.
[Screams]
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry!
[Screaming]
[Playing jazz music]
♪
[Playing stops]
All right, boys.
That's it for today.
Let's go.
You can't just
come in here with him.
Well, didn't
the warden tell you?
We were hoping
to borrow an instrument.
You got a lot of nerve showing
your face around here, Porter.
(Inmate) The warden should keep
you where you belong, freak.
Let's move it.
Your band is very good,
Mr. Tiller.
In another life,
I would've been a music man.
[Door slams]
But unfortunately, my father
discouraged it in the home,
so I came to it late.
Mr. Porter is a recent
convert to music.
With parent issues of his own,
so Dr. Beauregard tells me.
I'm told he speaks now.
I can already hear
the music in my head.
Just like she said I would.
There are two phases
to Mr. Porter's therapy.
Listening and playing.
[Laughs] There are
no openings in the band.
We'd just like to borrow
an instrument, if that's okay.
Borrow away.
I've been reading
about the violin.
(Tiller) Perfect match.
Screams like you used to.
It's okay. Go ahead.
[Scoffs]
[Screeches]
Maybe he should
start with a triangle.
Play what's in your head.
[Breathes deeply]
[Playing disjointedly]
♪
[Plays odd scales]
[Arpeggios]
[Hurried, slower]
I think we've
got ourselves a sandbagger.
No, I think we've
got ourselves a savant.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Where the hell have you been?
Well, Karen was a musician.
We tried to track down...
I call you into
an active crime scene,
and you waddle in here
25 minutes later?
So, while this woman
was being murdered,
you were off talking to more
boring people for information
that is getting us nowhere.
Talking to these boring people...
that's my job.
We think he's
targeting musicians,
so we went to her school.
Guys...
I was just talking
to the landlord.
He did come by earlier
to check the sprinklers,
and he said
he heard violin music.
Like at Karen's.
Not just, like, someone
scratching the strings.
He said it was someone good.
I mean, really, really good.
But get this, our new victim...
she didn't play the violin
or any instrument.
She thought he was
targeting musicians.
It's the other way around.
The violin music,
I think it's him.
The music room
was pretty popular.
Even Al Capone even played a
little banjo while he was here.
Rock islander band reels.
Everyone I interviewed
told me these were lost.
Well, who played violin
in the band?
No one.
Strictly brass.
Jazz, horns, saxophone.
There's no violin music here.
There's a violin.
Webb Porter.
So, Webb Porter's
a pattern killer now.
There's a connection
between his two victims.
We just gotta find it.
Karen Feiner's a music student,
Susan Lee a lawyer.
Check credit card transactions,
emails, cell phone records.
[Typing]
So much for the privacy act.
Mm.
[Playing piano]
♪
Elmore.
Yo, Emerson.
(Hauser) You know every
musician in town.
There's a violinist
I need to find.
Oh, that's too bad.
You know the difference between
a violinist and a pizza?
Pizza can feed
a family of five.
He's very good, this guy.
He's, uh...
he's been here a month,
maybe two.
He's 29 years old, kinda odd.
What's he play?
I don't know,
what's in his head.
You know, Deke, uh...
he sold, uh, some recent arrival
his old brownback last week.
Now, he said this kid
had some serious chops.
Where's Deke?
He took the cash
and went to Houston.
But your kid told Deke
he got a gig at the, uh,
the philharmonic.
Playing?
[Laughs]
No. No, no, no.
He's stacking chairs.
He's a violinist, like I said.
You up on Friday?
Till I'm dead.
[Plays piano]
♪
[Saxophone music]
♪
I've been sneaking
in here since I was 15.
It's a long walk
from Pacific heights.
[Laughs]
Who says I walked?
I wish I could bottle this.
You can.
They do live recordings
here all the time.
Well, my new patient
would love it.
[Laughs]
What?
I...
Okay, I love how you can call
a stone-cold killer a "patient."
You're making fun of me.
No, no, not at all.
Well, you won't believe
the transformation
of this violinist, Emerson.
It's only been a few months.
I mean, I've studied
music therapy.
I knew it had potential,
but the results
I'm getting is...
Is there something in my teeth?
No. No, you...
I've never met
anyone like you before.
Stop.
Man, Hauser went off
on you today.
What's his deal?
I don't know.
He's freaked out about the case.
Whoa. What's that?
(Doc) Uh, both victims had
credit card transactions
last Friday night
at the San Francisco
philharmonic.
Parking and gift shop.
There was a fundraiser
there that night.
[Phone rings]
That was three days
before his first killing.
Madsen.
Porter's been working
as a stagehand
at the philharmonic.
That's where we think
he met his first victims.
I'm gonna text you
his home address.
Don't make me wait.
[Electricity buzzing]
[Knocks]
They're renting apartments now?
(Rebecca) Landlord says
he's been here for months.
They're getting
comfortable in our world.
Which means they'll be
harder to catch.
I know why he takes their hair.
The violin.
He strings his bows with it.
Blonde, black...
Yeah, it's frayed.
All used up.
This one's red.
Just the one.
He's got another girl.
(Porter) I just wanted
to play for people.
Isn't that the point?
If a violin gets played
and no one hears it,
is that music or futility?
[Muffled groans] Please...
Please...
- Please...
- Don't worry.
[Whimpering]
Don't worry, look.
There's just enough left.
I have some good news.
The warden will be transferring
you back to general population.
Will I be able
to keep my violin?
And you'll be able
to play in your cell
at the end of each day.
Why are you doing
all of this for me?
Because I believe
a man can change.
Has the right to change.
Thank you, Dr. Sengupta.
Maybe one day, I'll be able to...
to repay the favor.
Okay, here are the DMV photos
of women who were guests
at the philharmonic fundraiser,
where Porter met
his first two victims.
Can you eliminate
the blondes and brunettes?
[Typing]
Only two redheads.
It's gotta be this one, right?
The one with the long hair.
DMV pictures aren't necessarily
recent or accurate.
We don't have time for this.
We'll go to both places.
The woman on the right
just checked in on friendsquare,
a social website,
12 minutes ago,
from a bar in Lomo.
Which leaves her.
[Lock clattering]
[Muffled moaning]
[Muffled sobbing]
[Screaming]
It's okay. It's okay.
We're the police.
You're all right.
He's not gonna hurt you anymore.
Oh, my God.
[Rapid breathing] Where is he?
We were hoping
you could tell us.
Where'd he go?
Do you know?
No.
Yes.
Tonight. It's tonight.
What?
He's playing.
He said he auditioned,
and they said yes.
Tonight's his first
performance.
[Playing violin]
♪
[Cheers and applause]
[Applause stops]
[Door buzzes]
(Inmate) Hey, look,
it's the screamer!
(Inmate)
Look the hell who's here!
(Inmate) Hey, warden, he's
gonna keep us up all night!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate)
We don't want him around!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate) Hey, warden,
don't do this to us!
(Inmate) Get the creep
on out of here!
What are you doing?
I'm gonna kill ya.
(Inmate) Forgive me,
warden, please!
(Inmate) He's gonna keep
us up all night, warden!
[Overlapping shouts]
Close it up.
(Inmate) Get him out of here!
[Overlapping shouts]
(Inmate) Warden!
Warden, don't leave him with us!
[Overlapping shouting]
[Plays]
♪
[Shouting fades]
Well, I'll be damned.
Listen to that
little fella fiddle.
(Tiller)
You can teach an old dog
a new trick...
but it's still an old dog.
Well, I'm not gonna
raise my white flag
in surrender just yet.
But I will tell you this...
The warden's
got himself a new toy.
Mr. Porter is not a toy.
[Laughs] No argument here.
I was talking about you.
[Cheers and applause]
[Door opens]
I want him alive and unharmed.
[Metallic clicks, footsteps]
[Groans]
That's it, Porter.
[Cocks gun]
Nowhere to run.
[Panting] All...
All I wanted was to play.
Don't even think about it.
[Grunting]
[Monitor beeping]
She's here too.
Ernest Cobb shot her.
Is she gonna live?
With your help.
Have a seat, 2-0-1-2.
And roll up your left sleeve.
[Projector whirring]
Those the reels you found
in the music room?
Yeah. I'm digitizing them.
Figured I might be able to use
some stuff for my next book.
There's no sound?
Yeah, it was recorded
separate back then.
I've only got picture.
Any word from Hauser?
No.
We're never gonna find out
what's really
going on here, are we?
Lucy.
Yeah.
Or what he did with her.
No, Doc.
She's right there.
She's one of them.
Lucy's a '63.
Hauser's known the whole time.
Maybe that's
where he's hiding her.
Where he's got the other '63s.
(Rebecca) Lucy was there
when it was all happening.
She could be the key
to everything.
[Porter playing violin]
♪