Alcatraz (2012): Season 1, Episode 3 - Kit Nelson - full transcript
The third monster returning from Alcatraz is the most despised yet: threefold convicted child murderer Kit Nelson kidnapped young Dylan Callahan from his bed, terrifying kid brother Liam to silence. Diego 'Doc' Soto realizes his MO is to spend the weekend with him and return the corpse home and breaks emotionally when Emerson Hauser heartlessly sets up a trap there, but finds them himself, although that doesn't go well either. In 1960, Warden Edwin James heaped his cruelty on top of customary abuse by fellow inmates and prison doctor Milton Beauregard.
Previously on Alcatraz:
The '63s. The worst criminals
this country has ever known...
are coming back.
My grandfather wasn't a
guard, he was an inmate.
No! 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.
This is the place. Manager
ID'd Cobb, Room 123.
Lucy, get down!
Scream...
and I'll kill your brother.
Hey, child killer.
- Teach him a lesson.
- That's right. I'm talking to you.
Nowhere to run now, son.
Time to skin this skinner.
- Gonna get worse.
Hey, child killer.
Where you going, skinner?
Filthy lag.
Hold up, you sicko.
- How long has 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.
Take that. INMATE 2:
How you like it, freak?
Just get him inside
before they kill him.
Robert-Yankee-David-281.
Car 6 stand by.
Dispatch to sector
one patrol sergeant.
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?
Here's one for you:
Chrysanthemum.
I'm not even sure
if I'm saying it right.
Chrysanthemum? You
planting a garden, Vic?
Filling out a report.
Eleven-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.
- Oh, my God.
- You okay, Doc?
Any change?
Sinoatrial node.
You ever heard of it?
It's a group of cells in the
walls of the right atrium.
Supposed to generate
electrical impulses.
It's a...
Well, there's...
still every chance that she
could come out of it, right?
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 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, AZ-2046, who
stole the kid from his bed.
- Where'd you hear about this?
- I heard 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 them.
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.
On March 21st, 1963,
Alcatraz officially closed...
All the prisoners were
transferred off the island.
Only, that's not what happened.
Not at all.
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.
Hm.
Eleven? 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.
You recognize this man?
Yeah, that's Warren,
from Keller's Hardware.
He knocked on our door
looking for work. I didn't think...
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? A kidnapping?
- What about you, Liam?
Do you remember this
man working at your house?
Did you talk to him?
He gave me rock candy.
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.
You know what, Liam?
You helped us out a lot.
I really appreciate
it, thank you.
- The address for the hardware store?
- Yes.
Remember the rules.
One hour or two?
Give me two hours.
And a pail of worms.
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.
I got an 8 and 10-year-old...
so if you're looking for
something stronger...
you're crap outta luck.
Hey, what's so damn funny?
You don't wanna 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, will you?
What does make a
grown man pick on kids?
You really hate them that much?
That's it for today, Madsen.
Wow, they really did a
number on you, didn't they?
Damn prison pecking order.
Is it rapists, robbers, thieves?
Or thieves, rapists, robbers?
Robbers, murderers, rapists.
And child killers.
Didn't beat you because of what you
did, they beat you because of what you are.
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.
It stood to reason 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.
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!
Ah!
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 into 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 hurrah.
Lures them in.
Makes them 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.
Eat your popcorn.
- I don't want it.
- Eat it. All of it.
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 wracked
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.
What?
- Hey. How am I supposed to get back?
- Walk.
The amber alert for Dylan Callahan,
you need to cancel it immediately.
I already cancelled
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 gotta figure it out.
- Doc?
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? What?
- Doc?
Why don't you go
wait out front for me?
Yeah, good idea. I'll wait out front.
- Thank you.
All units responding
to amber alert...
Where you guys going?
Amber alert's been cancelled.
Wait. What?
Probably has to do with the
mom divorcing the kid's dad.
The dad? Do you think the dad has any
idea what a chrysanthemum even looks like?
You're not going. The
alert, it's uncanceled.
I'll take care of this.
You did this? You
cancelled the amber alert?
- Yup, I did. For the greater good.
- What's more important than this kid?
What's important is that the house
doesn't look like a crime scene.
How are we gonna find
out where he's going?
We know exactly where
he's going. Right back here.
So that's how you're gonna
catch him? Great idea.
The only problem, Dr. Strangelove,
is the kid will already be dead.
- Lower your voice, Soto.
- You don't get it.
We can save this kid. We need the
alert to get Nelson's photo out there.
That's exactly what we can't
do. Put out photos of a '63.
God forbid someone
figures out your little secret.
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. 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.
- You should have told us about the alert.
He's just not cut
out for this job.
He's a comic-book writer.
In the past three days,
he's seen 10 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. I'm out of here.
You're free to go. But you can
forget about finding your grandfather.
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.
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.
This guy order any? Might've
been with an 11-year-old kid.
No. If he had tried my cherry pie,
he wouldn't look so damn unhappy.
You've reached Doc,
Dr. Soto, Doc's Comics...
your doc in shining
armor. Take your pick.
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?
He has a theory, which is more
than anyone in this room can say.
Look at 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.
Hey, miss, give us two
slices of cherry pie, would you?
A couple waters
with that, thanks.
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.
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.
She wasn't prepared to
lose two babies on one day.
So she protected you.
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.
You know...
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.
Police. Let the boy go.
No! REBECCA: Take it easy.
Toss your gun on the
ground. Over there.
Now!
Now your phone and your keys.
Get over there.
Now you're gonna handcuff
yourselves to that dumpster.
We just want Dylan.
Do it!
Okay.
Get in the car.
Now, if I see any headlights,
anyone's, this kid dies.
Ohh!
I just got that
kid killed, didn't I?
Doc, wait up.
Doc.
Doc.
- Comb.
- Take it easy.
Padlock. Nail clippers.
Soap.
A guy that evil uses soap.
- Same as us.
- It's not your fault.
We're gonna catch this guy.
Twelve hours.
That's all we got.
Ottoman's.
Look, there's gotta be...
- eight, ten packs in here.
- Okay, didn't they all smoke?
Yeah, prison-issued
cigarettes, not name brands.
These went for 5 bucks a pack.
Only Al Capone or Machine
Gun Kelly could afford these.
So how'd a guy like Nelson
get the money to buy them?
Okay. 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've been back pay.
- 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.
A hundred and fifty
in the western U.S.
Including the towns where
Nelson's three victims from 1958 lived.
Bomb shelters. Yeah.
That's the perfect place to
hide in if he worked there.
- He'd know where they were.
- Including one in Walnut Creek.
Fifty years ago there
was a house there.
Now it's just woods.
No. No. No!
That was the wrong move.
I wanna go home.
When can I go home?
Soon.
Where you taking me, huh?
I didn't do nothing.
Where you taking me?
- Where are you taking me?
- The best Alcatraz has to offer.
Two impermeable layers
of steel encasement...
guaranteed not to bother
you with light or sound.
Get him inside. KIT: No!
It's thin rations, you'd be
wise to conserve your strength.
No! No!
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 Jönköping
match factory.
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.
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.
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 gotta 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.
- Consolation prize.
Yeah.
It was her favorite.
Him too.
Good boy.
- I'm gonna do something for you now.
- Mm-hm?
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? That's not fair.
Fair.
Interesting choice of words for
someone who outweighs his victims...
by a hundred pounds.
Make them last.
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! DYLAN: 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.
Dylan.
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.
It's up to Soto.
Arrested development.
It's 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?
Ten thousand hours.
That's the time it takes for a person
to become an expert on something.
And I'm guessing you spent
twice that studying Alcatraz.
But I need the adult Soto.
Not the 11-year-old.
Yes, Mr. Hauser.
Sir.
Uh...
That 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?
Read that in your
book. Nice call.
Wait for me. I'll
only be a minute.
Saw you're 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.
Wine
Well, I'm feeling
kind of good now
'Cause I'm in my wine
Sometimes I'm laughing
And then again I'm crying
I don't mean you no harm
I'm just having
fun I'm in my wine
The '63s. The worst criminals
this country has ever known...
are coming back.
My grandfather wasn't a
guard, he was an inmate.
No! 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.
This is the place. Manager
ID'd Cobb, Room 123.
Lucy, get down!
Scream...
and I'll kill your brother.
Hey, child killer.
- Teach him a lesson.
- That's right. I'm talking to you.
Nowhere to run now, son.
Time to skin this skinner.
- Gonna get worse.
Hey, child killer.
Where you going, skinner?
Filthy lag.
Hold up, you sicko.
- How long has 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.
Take that. INMATE 2:
How you like it, freak?
Just get him inside
before they kill him.
Robert-Yankee-David-281.
Car 6 stand by.
Dispatch to sector
one patrol sergeant.
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?
Here's one for you:
Chrysanthemum.
I'm not even sure
if I'm saying it right.
Chrysanthemum? You
planting a garden, Vic?
Filling out a report.
Eleven-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.
- Oh, my God.
- You okay, Doc?
Any change?
Sinoatrial node.
You ever heard of it?
It's a group of cells in the
walls of the right atrium.
Supposed to generate
electrical impulses.
It's a...
Well, there's...
still every chance that she
could come out of it, right?
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 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, AZ-2046, who
stole the kid from his bed.
- Where'd you hear about this?
- I heard 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 them.
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.
On March 21st, 1963,
Alcatraz officially closed...
All the prisoners were
transferred off the island.
Only, that's not what happened.
Not at all.
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.
Hm.
Eleven? 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.
You recognize this man?
Yeah, that's Warren,
from Keller's Hardware.
He knocked on our door
looking for work. I didn't think...
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? A kidnapping?
- What about you, Liam?
Do you remember this
man working at your house?
Did you talk to him?
He gave me rock candy.
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.
You know what, Liam?
You helped us out a lot.
I really appreciate
it, thank you.
- The address for the hardware store?
- Yes.
Remember the rules.
One hour or two?
Give me two hours.
And a pail of worms.
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.
I got an 8 and 10-year-old...
so if you're looking for
something stronger...
you're crap outta luck.
Hey, what's so damn funny?
You don't wanna 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, will you?
What does make a
grown man pick on kids?
You really hate them that much?
That's it for today, Madsen.
Wow, they really did a
number on you, didn't they?
Damn prison pecking order.
Is it rapists, robbers, thieves?
Or thieves, rapists, robbers?
Robbers, murderers, rapists.
And child killers.
Didn't beat you because of what you
did, they beat you because of what you are.
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.
It stood to reason 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.
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!
Ah!
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 into 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 hurrah.
Lures them in.
Makes them 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.
Eat your popcorn.
- I don't want it.
- Eat it. All of it.
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 wracked
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.
What?
- Hey. How am I supposed to get back?
- Walk.
The amber alert for Dylan Callahan,
you need to cancel it immediately.
I already cancelled
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 gotta figure it out.
- Doc?
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? What?
- Doc?
Why don't you go
wait out front for me?
Yeah, good idea. I'll wait out front.
- Thank you.
All units responding
to amber alert...
Where you guys going?
Amber alert's been cancelled.
Wait. What?
Probably has to do with the
mom divorcing the kid's dad.
The dad? Do you think the dad has any
idea what a chrysanthemum even looks like?
You're not going. The
alert, it's uncanceled.
I'll take care of this.
You did this? You
cancelled the amber alert?
- Yup, I did. For the greater good.
- What's more important than this kid?
What's important is that the house
doesn't look like a crime scene.
How are we gonna find
out where he's going?
We know exactly where
he's going. Right back here.
So that's how you're gonna
catch him? Great idea.
The only problem, Dr. Strangelove,
is the kid will already be dead.
- Lower your voice, Soto.
- You don't get it.
We can save this kid. We need the
alert to get Nelson's photo out there.
That's exactly what we can't
do. Put out photos of a '63.
God forbid someone
figures out your little secret.
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. 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.
- You should have told us about the alert.
He's just not cut
out for this job.
He's a comic-book writer.
In the past three days,
he's seen 10 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. I'm out of here.
You're free to go. But you can
forget about finding your grandfather.
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.
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.
This guy order any? Might've
been with an 11-year-old kid.
No. If he had tried my cherry pie,
he wouldn't look so damn unhappy.
You've reached Doc,
Dr. Soto, Doc's Comics...
your doc in shining
armor. Take your pick.
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?
He has a theory, which is more
than anyone in this room can say.
Look at 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.
Hey, miss, give us two
slices of cherry pie, would you?
A couple waters
with that, thanks.
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.
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.
She wasn't prepared to
lose two babies on one day.
So she protected you.
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.
You know...
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.
Police. Let the boy go.
No! REBECCA: Take it easy.
Toss your gun on the
ground. Over there.
Now!
Now your phone and your keys.
Get over there.
Now you're gonna handcuff
yourselves to that dumpster.
We just want Dylan.
Do it!
Okay.
Get in the car.
Now, if I see any headlights,
anyone's, this kid dies.
Ohh!
I just got that
kid killed, didn't I?
Doc, wait up.
Doc.
Doc.
- Comb.
- Take it easy.
Padlock. Nail clippers.
Soap.
A guy that evil uses soap.
- Same as us.
- It's not your fault.
We're gonna catch this guy.
Twelve hours.
That's all we got.
Ottoman's.
Look, there's gotta be...
- eight, ten packs in here.
- Okay, didn't they all smoke?
Yeah, prison-issued
cigarettes, not name brands.
These went for 5 bucks a pack.
Only Al Capone or Machine
Gun Kelly could afford these.
So how'd a guy like Nelson
get the money to buy them?
Okay. 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've been back pay.
- 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.
A hundred and fifty
in the western U.S.
Including the towns where
Nelson's three victims from 1958 lived.
Bomb shelters. Yeah.
That's the perfect place to
hide in if he worked there.
- He'd know where they were.
- Including one in Walnut Creek.
Fifty years ago there
was a house there.
Now it's just woods.
No. No. No!
That was the wrong move.
I wanna go home.
When can I go home?
Soon.
Where you taking me, huh?
I didn't do nothing.
Where you taking me?
- Where are you taking me?
- The best Alcatraz has to offer.
Two impermeable layers
of steel encasement...
guaranteed not to bother
you with light or sound.
Get him inside. KIT: No!
It's thin rations, you'd be
wise to conserve your strength.
No! No!
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 Jönköping
match factory.
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.
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.
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 gotta 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.
- Consolation prize.
Yeah.
It was her favorite.
Him too.
Good boy.
- I'm gonna do something for you now.
- Mm-hm?
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? That's not fair.
Fair.
Interesting choice of words for
someone who outweighs his victims...
by a hundred pounds.
Make them last.
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! DYLAN: 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.
Dylan.
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.
It's up to Soto.
Arrested development.
It's 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?
Ten thousand hours.
That's the time it takes for a person
to become an expert on something.
And I'm guessing you spent
twice that studying Alcatraz.
But I need the adult Soto.
Not the 11-year-old.
Yes, Mr. Hauser.
Sir.
Uh...
That 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?
Read that in your
book. Nice call.
Wait for me. I'll
only be a minute.
Saw you're 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.
Wine
Well, I'm feeling
kind of good now
'Cause I'm in my wine
Sometimes I'm laughing
And then again I'm crying
I don't mean you no harm
I'm just having
fun I'm in my wine