Alcatraz (2012): Season 1, Episode 7 - Johnny McKee - full transcript
70-fold murderer Johnny McKee returns and reverts to his horrible MO, assuming menial jobs so he can slickly organize terminal toxic tragedy for groups of clients in a bar, a club's swimming pool and even the subway. In Alcatraz, he was forced to collaborate in Dr. Sengupta's 'therapy'. Don and the cops look for clues, also working with the picture among his belongings, of the former belle of the class which includes his first 40 victims after a trauma.
NARRATOR:
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.
[GRUNTS THEN YELLS]
REBECCA:
It's him.
Tommy Madsen. He killed my partner.
Police.
- So we have to find these '63s.
- We need to find who took them.
- Put down the gun. Get on your knees!
- No, this is where I belong.
Lucy, get down.
[GRUNTS]
Did she ever talk to you about a DNR?
Are you saying she's dying?
[EKG FLATLINING]
You know her methods. Fix her.
Say what you want
about modern technology...
...we're still at the mercy of the gods.
I've tried electroshock,
traumatic memory therapy, acupuncture.
Every damn thing I know
to have been in her toolkit.
She remains stubbornly unresponsive.
Why is her EEG active?
Well, she's dreaming.
Dreaming.
And whatever she's dreaming about
is evidently better than her options here...
...in our so-called reality.
So she sleeps. Deeply.
- So, what's next?
- Simple.
Read to her.
"Harold Robbins."
The Carpetbaggers. It's a modern classic.
And one of Dr. Sengupta's
guilty pleasures, if I'm not mistaken.
I believe the sound of your voice
might draw her to the surface...
...where my science might reach her.
She needs a reason, sir.
Love is a good one.
What are you afraid of, Emerson?
Call me when you have
a tangible treatment to discuss.
[THE DNC'S "ELECTRIC" PLAYING]
Yes, that's my favorite girl
Every time we're together
It gets electrical
We're attracted to each other
Like two opposite poles
Moving towards each other
We can't say no
Can't say no
And won't say no
MAN:
Hey, guy.
[SNAPPING]
Hey.
Our friend just got engaged.
It's ourjob to get him laid.
Yourjob to get him drunk.
"We can brave human laws, but we cannot
resist natural ones." Jules Verne.
You got a problem, pal?
Just make the drinks, okay?
No problem. As a matter of fact,
let me make you something special.
MAN:
Pfft. What a loser.
[ALL LAUGHING]
MAN:
Let's see what you got.
- Hey, McKee, Cullen wants you.
- I don't deal with his type.
You don't got a choice.
- Mikey Cullen.
- I know who you are.
I guess the loss of anonymity's the price
you pay when people are scared of you.
I need a favor.
Squirrelly mutt jumping kings
over there needs killing.
Grindle the librarian?
- Why do you wanna kill him?
- Selling pig stickers out of the library.
I got my own guy selling shivs.
This place is lousy with murderers.
Why me?
Poison gets the job done quiet.
If I say no?
You don't wanna say no to me.
I guess every schoolyard's got a bully.
Hell, this ain't no schoolyard, McKee.
Get the job done
or it'll be you who needs killing.
MAN:
Whoo!
- Here you go, fellas.
MAN 1: It's about time.
This one's on me.
[MAN 2 SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[ALL CHEER]
[MEN COUGHING]
You okay?
[GLASS SHATTERS]
[MEN GAGGING]
You okay?
What's the matter? Help!
Someone, help me!
Someone call 911! Help!
Help me!
[WEAPONS FIRING ON COMPUTER]
The doctor is in.
The doctor is operating.
And the world is his plaything.
Four Gate Rush, huh?
Child's play. Is that all you got?
BOY [OVER COMPUTER]:
Dr. Traz, your refresh rate is zero.
What are you on,
some Pentagon mainframe?
I am the grand master.
[BEEPS]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON COMPUTER]
DOC:
Wait.
[WOMAN SCREAMING ON COMPUTER]
Oh.
WOMAN [ON COMPUTER]:
Help me!
Oh, boy. Johnny McKee.
[DIALING PHONE]
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Doc, what are you doing up so late?
Everything okay?
No, no, it's not okay. I got a possible
'63 match on Lucy's computer.
Johnny McKee, a really bad cat.
He killed over 70 people in '58.
Okay, slow down.
And now there's a viral video of him
from some Chinatown club...
...where people are dying orjust died,
and I'm watching it.
When was the video uploaded?
Two and a half minutes ago.
I'm gonna call Hauser.
You text me the address, I'll meet you there.
HAUSER: On March 21st, 1963,
Alcatraz officially closed.
All the prisoners
were transferred off the island.
Only that's not what happened.
Not at all.
Right in here.
REBECCA:
Good morning.
- You get any sleep?
- Nope.
What have we got?
Johnny McKee. Grew up in Oregon.
Smart guy, but shy, dorky.
Not a lot of friends. You know the type.
He taught organic chemistry
at ajunior college.
Then in his spare time,
he poisoned people.
Cyanide was his drug of choice.
He started small and then it escalated.
Till he murdered most of
his high school class, 42 people...
...at their 15-year reunion.
- MO?
At the reunion, he posed as ajanitor,
rigging the sprinklers with Zyklon A...
...a cyanide-based pesticide.
So police are calling this
a drug overdose.
Could it be cyanide?
Won't know until
the tox screen comes back.
Manager's over at the bar.
Hi, I'm Detective Madsen.
Have you seen this man?
Yeah, sure, that's Johnny.
He applied two days ago.
- You interview him?
- "Make me a martini" was his interview.
- Did he fill out an application?
- Yeah.
- Can I see?
- Sure.
REBECCA:
Thank you.
- So why these four guys?
- McKee's victims were usually men.
- They never figured out why?
- No, and he never would say.
MANAGER:
Here you go.
REBECCA:
All right, we got an address.
142 South Broadway Boulevard,
Apartment 335.
That's in the Richmond District.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING
ON CELL PHONE]
Oh.
Man.
Ha, ha. Oh, wow.
WOMAN [ON PHONE]: Help me!
- What have you got?
Four dudes bit it at a club last night.
Video went viral.
- Is it on the television?
MAN: Television?
Hello, it's called the Internet.
McKee, walk with me.
SUPERVISOR:
We have a demanding clientele.
Lot of high rollers. They can be tough.
Pool boy went to lunch yesterday,
didn't bother coming back.
Third time in two weeks.
So where have you worked before?
Uh, let's see.
A library, a garden, a laundry...
You can fold towels.
Can you mix pool chemicals?
My favorite class was chemistry.
You're hired.
REBECCA: 142 Broadway.
- This is it.
So it's a fake address.
Wait. I'm an idiot.
It's not a fake. It's his address...
...from 50 years ago.
142 was McKee's cell number
on the Broadway strip of the cell block.
Cell blocks had evens on the left,
odds on the right.
So whoever was in 144
was next door to McKee.
You know who that was?
Jack Sylvane.
[WOMAN SCREAMING ON COMPUTER]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON COMPUTER]
Well, I'm guessing that's not good for us.
You just did that, didn't you?
Tell me about McKee.
We got a break. Guess who was
in the cell next to him at Alcatraz.
Jack Sylvane.
- We need to go talk to him.
- Why?
The address was a bust.
Tox screen could take days.
Jack could know something. We could
track this guy down before he hits again.
You know what, just tell me the prison
Jack's at and I'll go talk to him.
All right, I'll bring him to you.
Anything on the tox screen yet?
- Can't get your friend Nikki on the phone.
- Oh.
Yeah, Nikki and phones, uh,
it's complicated. Just go down there.
I told her to check for cyanide.
- Go see Nikki by myself?
- It's at the morgue.
Is that gonna be a problem, Doc?
Problem? No, it's no problem at all.
Was this all from McKee's box?
Sure is.
Jar of petrified bugs, yikes.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
A whole bunch articles.
"Jules Verne's Vision:
The Future is Now."
Oh. He must have been a fan.
DOC: I was doing some reading
about McKee's last mass murder.
The high school reunion.
He plead not guilty
to killing his classmates...
...despite being caught at the scene
with the poison in his possession.
- He stuck around to watch.
- Like the viral video.
So not guilty by reason of insanity?
No, justifiable homicide.
He said the men were bullies.
All the men in his graduating class?
No, just the football team.
McKee was a chemistry geek.
Maybe they were picking on him.
Or her.
This was in the box too.
"Ginny." Sister or girlfriend maybe?
Maybe he's taking revenge on the world
for whoever did that to her.
MAN:
Hey, towel boy.
I need a fresh towel.
Yes, sir.
I'm looking for a book. Uh...
Something sharp and to the point,
if you get my drift.
You're a subtle bastard, huh?
- You landed this work detail to get a sticker.
- You got me.
What do you got for me?
GRINDLE:
Sharpest sticker I got.
You going to movie night?
It's a Western.
Born Reckless with Mamie Van Doren.
I prefer to read.
That's a shame.
I hear there's a flash of melon.
You just sweetened the deal,
now, didn't you? You bet I'll be there.
Who are they?
Ask your questions.
Hey, Jack.
You were at the cemetery
when I got caught.
REBECCA:
That's right.
You didn't shoot me.
No.
My name's Rebecca Madsen.
I'm a detective, and I have to ask you
about Johnny McKee.
McKee.
And if I don't answer,
is he gonna give me to Beauregard again?
- Jack.
REBECCA: Who's Beauregard?
You're here about McKee.
What's in it for me?
Nothing.
I think this belongs to you.
Bet you'd like to have it back.
Where did you find that?
Everything from your cell
was put in a box after you disappeared.
Fifty years ago.
How long were you in San Francisco
before I found you?
A few days.
REBECCA:
Where'd you come back?
Here, Alcatraz.
How?
That's my question to you.
McKee.
I don't know how you got here either.
McKEE:
Hey, Sylvane.
Pack of Camels says
you're staring at that picture of your girl.
Well, Johnny...
...if you ever had a girl,
maybe you'd understand.
I had a girl once.
Ginny Winters.
So damn pretty.
There was this one night...
...we went to the malt shop,
had egg creams...
...talked all the way
till they closed the place.
Afterwards, we went up to the roof.
We held hands.
She had the warmest hands.
I was telling her all about Jules Verne.
How all the way back in the 1800s...
...he was writing about
how we would travel underwater.
Ginny said I was smart.
And other boys were stupid.
That they didn't know
how to talk about things.
And then she kissed me.
The kind of kiss where
whatever happens the rest of your life...
...it's enough to know
that you had that kiss.
What happened to her?
I couldn't tell you.
He was an oddball.
Nose in the books. Science fiction.
Men on the moon, mad sea captains.
- Jules Verne.
- Yeah, Verne.
Couldn't shut up about him.
- "The future is now."
- What?
The future.
Right around the corner, he always said.
You ever hear of the Nautilus?
The submarine?
Two years ago, the USS Nautilus
passed through the San Francisco Bay...
...spitting distance from this rock,
on its way to the North Pole.
- Is that so?
McKEE: Yup.
So Verne was right.
He's got this other book too,
about man landing on the moon.
The moon? Heh.
Now you're talking crazy.
Oh, mark my words.
It's coming.
He kept ajar of bugs in his cell.
Called it his killing jar.
- How'd he kill the bugs?
JACK: He pulled garden duty a lot.
Collected these weird plants,
this one with big yellow seeds.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
JACK: He'd crush them, drop them
in the jar, and watch the bugs die.
- Poisonous plant?
- Some kind of nightshade.
It's all over the island.
We're out of here.
Did you know an inmate named
Tommy Madsen?
- Let's go.
- Two-zero-zero-two, yeah.
He was in the infirmary a lot
giving blood.
He was sick?
- It was hard to say.
- Wait.
They didn't need an excuse
to do whatever they wanted to you.
He told me one time
about a hole underneath the hole.
Under the strip cells.
You know what that means?
- Here at Alcatraz?
- All right, time's up.
We've got another poisoning.
- Your name's Madsen, right?
- Yeah.
You got the same eyes.
[DIALING]
Doc, hey, McKee used nightshade,
the kind that's here on the island.
DOC [OVER PHONE]:
White- margined nightshade.
They imported it from Ethiopia.
- Only thing that would grow here.
- Great. When you're finished with Nikki...
...find out if anyone sells it in the city.
Maybe McKee's been there.
Whoa. Uh...
Male genitalia, average size,
unremarkable.
Excuse me?
- What are you doing here, Doc?
- I'm here about the toxicology results...
...from the Chinatown Club.
- It's negative for common drugs of abuse.
- What about cyanide?
- Also negative.
- Can you run more tests?
We process about 500 cases a month,
so we have to pick our battles.
Not everyone gets the whole enchilada.
Don't say "enchilada."
Is that it? I gotta get
John Doe Number 7 back into the freezer.
Oh, okay, cool.
I mean, not "cool" as in "freezer," just...
...ha, ha, you know, cool.
Manager ID'd McKee.
Security cameras show
he's long gone by now.
Must've tampered with the chemicals
in the filtration system.
Could he have used nightshade
in the pool?
ME says no.
Great, we have a mystery chemical
on our hands.
McKee is upping his game.
REBECCA:
Since he did this in a swimming pool...
...you think he'd do this
to the city's water supply?
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
REBECCA:
Text from Doc. It's not cyanide.
But he's got a lead on the nightshade.
Take a ride?
Well, ain't you a sight for very sore eyes?
It's good to meet you, Mr. McKee.
Hmm? "Mister."
I haven't been called that in a while.
Easy, now, McKee.
This little lady's a doctor.
- Poisoning's a very personal crime.
McKEE: We all have our gifts.
Mine was for chemistry.
Your gift left 70 people dead.
And I sincerely regret my actions.
I'm much improved. I would not,
nor could I, hurt a fly or any other creature.
Johnny thinks he's at a parole hearing,
that his answers will buy him freedom.
They won't, Mr. McKee.
I'm here to help you. That's all.
What kind of help do I need?
Out of the 70 victims,
the majority were men.
- Why did you choose them?
- I'd say more like they chose me.
You needn't be sarcastic.
I could be your ally.
I do not reach above my lot
for any purpose.
- What does that mean?
- Just you're pretty. That's all.
Johnny.
Do you dream about your killings,
Mr. McKee?
I don't dream, Dr. Sengupta.
I sleep like a baby.
- Ding, ding, ding. Time's up.
- You said this was gonna last an hour.
For those who cooperate and partake
of what Dr. Sengupta has to offer. Guard.
Perhaps next time
you'll be more forthcoming.
[DOORBELL CHIMING]
Hello.
When was he last here?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Forgot to mention
he only speaks Chinese.
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[LEE SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
McKee was here, he was looking
for nightshade, Mr. Lee didn't have any.
But he obtained some from his sources
and had his boy deliver it.
Does Mr. Lee have McKee's address?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[SPEAKS IN CHINESE]
Think it's another fake?
I think he wanted the nightshade and
he doesn't know people are looking for him.
[LEE SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
What was that about?
He says my chi is murky.
DOC: McKee had his stuff delivered
to an abandoned high school?
No one around to see.
- He's not here.
- Not anymore.
[DIALING CELL PHONE]
REBECCA:
Hey, come on in.
[VENT RATTLING]
Vent's still on. Might be coming back.
It smells.
Like grass. Like fresh-cut grass.
Whoa.
What is it with scientists and mice?
Know what he's got cooking?
DOC: COCl2 maybe.
- Google it.
Phosgene.
"In low concentrations,
its odor resembles hay or grass.
Used as a chemical weapon
during World War I.
Acts upon the pulmonary alveoli,
causing suffocation.
Stores as a liquid.
Turns to gas at room temperature."
- Water soluble?
- Solubility in water.
- Yes.
- Well, that sounds like our mystery chemical.
One he used in the pool. That's a long way
from cyanide and nightshade.
What's next
and where is he gonna use it?
- "The future is now."
- All from McKee's box.
Newspaper article.
"Jules Verne's Vision: The Future is Now."
"An underwater subway tunnel
devoted to electric trains...
...will pass underneath the bay
linking San Francisco and Oakland."
- The East Bay 2.
- He's gonna use poison on the subway?
- Know how many people ride that thing?
- It's a killing jar for people.
- Who are you?
- Hey, chief, how are you?
Dispatch wants me to come and check...
Oh, wow, look at that.
- What?
- You see that?
[GRUNTING]
Hey, Grindle.
Saved you a good one.
PRISONER 1: Show.
PRISONER 2: Show.
ALL [IN UNISON]:
Show! Show! Show!
Show! Show! Show!
Why do we all love a Western?
In other company,
I'd say it's the time-honored tradition...
...of watching good triumph over evil.
But here...
...amongst these decrepit masses...
...well, the thought
just don't seem to apply.
Heck, you lags don't know
if you're on horseback or foot...
...if you're defecating or going blind.
Either way,
you'll be stomping and clopping...
...and it won't for a moment
concern you why.
Born Reckless starring Mamie Van Doren.
Don't smoke.
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
PRISONER 3:
Yeah!
[WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING ON SCREEN]
Ticktock, McKee.
I'm just waiting for Mamie's grand finale.
[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[ALL MURMURING]
Sorry for the delay, folks.
We'll be moving again shortly.
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
[SINGING]
'Cause nine times out of 10
It's then, only then
You can separate the men from the boys
Yeah
Eliminate the boys from the men
Ow!
Separate the men from the boys
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
Movie's over. On your feet. Let's go.
You glad you came?
Hey, Grindle.
GUARD 1:
Get over here. Line it up.
Best melons I seen in years.
The only melons you've seen in years.
GUARD 1:
Back to cells.
GUARD 2:
Hey, Cullen.
Come on, let's move it.
What the hell?
He's dead. Line up!
- Line up for count. No one leaves.
GUARD 3: You heard him!
Against the wall, all of you!
Who you think had the stones
to kill Cullen?
Could be anyone.
Nobody likes a bully.
MAN [OVER SPEAKERPHONE]: Only route
that goes underwater is the East Bay.
- Gotta be four lines that use that tunnel.
- Originating from all over the East Bay.
- Flashing red. What does that mean?
- Means the train stopped.
- Under the bay. It's gotta be him.
- What's the quickest way down there?
Emergency escape tubes.
You can take a maintenance cart.
MAN:
It's ridiculous. Come on, let's get it moving.
[ALL CHATTERING]
MAN 1:
Hey, guys, the train's on fire.
- The train's on fire!
MAN 2: That's not fire! It's smoke!
[PASSENGERS COUGHING]
HAUSER:
Stop the cart.
[PASSENGERS COUGHING]
[PASSENGERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1:
Get me out of here! Hurry up!
REBECCA:
We gotta break the glass.
Get back.
Lend us a hand.
Hauser!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
McKee, don't do this.
Stay down.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
[YELPS]
- He still has a pulse.
- Let's get him out of here.
Traffic through the East Bay 2
came to a halt Saturday evening...
... after an SFTA train experienced
mechanical problems, causing major delays.
[ON COMPUTER] Passengers were
evacuated due to a gas leak in a faulty vent.
Maintenance teams were able
to quickly repair the damage...
... and trains have now
resumed normal service.
- Where do they come up with that stuff?
- Where do you think?
Got an ID on our burn girl, Ginny.
Virginia Winters,
from McKee's hometown.
Went to the same school.
Hospital records show
that she was injured...
...when a bottle of acid dye
exploded in her face.
Form of ferrocyanide.
- So it was McKee.
- Could have been. But why?
You enjoy the movie last night?
Who doesn't enjoy a good Western?
Michael Cullen, perhaps.
Looks as if that movie was his last.
Dr. Beauregard said he was poisoned.
Wonder who managed such a feat
in a room of 40 people.
It's a real brain-twister.
You're very angry, Mr. McKee.
You try to hide it, but I can see it.
Ooh, something good's coming,
I can tell.
- Ding.
- Okay, okay.
I'll cooperate.
- Tell me about the girl.
McKEE: What girl?
Virginia Winters.
I don't know who that is.
- Ding.
McKEE: Or maybe, uh...
Yeah, I remember somebody
with that name from school.
- Was she your girlfriend?
- No.
- She was the prettiest girl in class.
- But you had a date.
- Egg cream is all. At the local malt shop.
- And then what happened?
- Nothing.
- Ding.
- Nothing happened.
- Ding, ding, ding.
You can ding from here to kingdom come.
I'm telling you, nothing else happened.
So after the egg creams...
...she didn't take you to the roof of the gym
where it was nice and dark?
And she didn't kiss you
and get your clothes off?
And the lights didn't pop on
and the football team wasn't there?
And they didn't laugh
and throw firecrackers at you?
One of those cherry bombs
didn't hit you in your privates...
...and take your testicles,
leaving you as half a man?
And you haven't spent your whole life
looking for revenge?
I can help you
with that memory, Mr. McKee.
I can make it go away.
But first you have to tell me the truth.
Who is this girl?
She, uh...
She did all those things as you said.
And what did you do to her?
I burned her.
With acid.
You asked me what I, uh, dream about?
I dream about her face.
Okay, Johnny.
Now I can help you.
HAUSER:
Still no.
BEAUREGARD:
You jumped the punch line, sir.
Inmate Sylvane is requesting
the pleasure of your company.
You can have this back.
- Why's that?
- I don't want it anymore.
I'm done with staring at pictures
of dead people.
Thinking about a life
I'm never gonna have.
What's gonna happen to us?
Happen?
I keep hoping this is some nightmare
I'm gonna wake up from.
It's not.
You were in prison then,
you're in prison now.
Take away the passing of 50 years,
nothing's changed for you.
- I've changed.
- How's that?
I don't dream.
Ha, ha, oh, my God, man. You didn't think
I was serious about the pulp, did you?
Of bodies changed
To various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom
These miracles did spring
Inspire my numbers with celestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work complete:
[English - US - SDH]
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.
[GRUNTS THEN YELLS]
REBECCA:
It's him.
Tommy Madsen. He killed my partner.
Police.
- So we have to find these '63s.
- We need to find who took them.
- Put down the gun. Get on your knees!
- No, this is where I belong.
Lucy, get down.
[GRUNTS]
Did she ever talk to you about a DNR?
Are you saying she's dying?
[EKG FLATLINING]
You know her methods. Fix her.
Say what you want
about modern technology...
...we're still at the mercy of the gods.
I've tried electroshock,
traumatic memory therapy, acupuncture.
Every damn thing I know
to have been in her toolkit.
She remains stubbornly unresponsive.
Why is her EEG active?
Well, she's dreaming.
Dreaming.
And whatever she's dreaming about
is evidently better than her options here...
...in our so-called reality.
So she sleeps. Deeply.
- So, what's next?
- Simple.
Read to her.
"Harold Robbins."
The Carpetbaggers. It's a modern classic.
And one of Dr. Sengupta's
guilty pleasures, if I'm not mistaken.
I believe the sound of your voice
might draw her to the surface...
...where my science might reach her.
She needs a reason, sir.
Love is a good one.
What are you afraid of, Emerson?
Call me when you have
a tangible treatment to discuss.
[THE DNC'S "ELECTRIC" PLAYING]
Yes, that's my favorite girl
Every time we're together
It gets electrical
We're attracted to each other
Like two opposite poles
Moving towards each other
We can't say no
Can't say no
And won't say no
MAN:
Hey, guy.
[SNAPPING]
Hey.
Our friend just got engaged.
It's ourjob to get him laid.
Yourjob to get him drunk.
"We can brave human laws, but we cannot
resist natural ones." Jules Verne.
You got a problem, pal?
Just make the drinks, okay?
No problem. As a matter of fact,
let me make you something special.
MAN:
Pfft. What a loser.
[ALL LAUGHING]
MAN:
Let's see what you got.
- Hey, McKee, Cullen wants you.
- I don't deal with his type.
You don't got a choice.
- Mikey Cullen.
- I know who you are.
I guess the loss of anonymity's the price
you pay when people are scared of you.
I need a favor.
Squirrelly mutt jumping kings
over there needs killing.
Grindle the librarian?
- Why do you wanna kill him?
- Selling pig stickers out of the library.
I got my own guy selling shivs.
This place is lousy with murderers.
Why me?
Poison gets the job done quiet.
If I say no?
You don't wanna say no to me.
I guess every schoolyard's got a bully.
Hell, this ain't no schoolyard, McKee.
Get the job done
or it'll be you who needs killing.
MAN:
Whoo!
- Here you go, fellas.
MAN 1: It's about time.
This one's on me.
[MAN 2 SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[ALL CHEER]
[MEN COUGHING]
You okay?
[GLASS SHATTERS]
[MEN GAGGING]
You okay?
What's the matter? Help!
Someone, help me!
Someone call 911! Help!
Help me!
[WEAPONS FIRING ON COMPUTER]
The doctor is in.
The doctor is operating.
And the world is his plaything.
Four Gate Rush, huh?
Child's play. Is that all you got?
BOY [OVER COMPUTER]:
Dr. Traz, your refresh rate is zero.
What are you on,
some Pentagon mainframe?
I am the grand master.
[BEEPS]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON COMPUTER]
DOC:
Wait.
[WOMAN SCREAMING ON COMPUTER]
Oh.
WOMAN [ON COMPUTER]:
Help me!
Oh, boy. Johnny McKee.
[DIALING PHONE]
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Doc, what are you doing up so late?
Everything okay?
No, no, it's not okay. I got a possible
'63 match on Lucy's computer.
Johnny McKee, a really bad cat.
He killed over 70 people in '58.
Okay, slow down.
And now there's a viral video of him
from some Chinatown club...
...where people are dying orjust died,
and I'm watching it.
When was the video uploaded?
Two and a half minutes ago.
I'm gonna call Hauser.
You text me the address, I'll meet you there.
HAUSER: On March 21st, 1963,
Alcatraz officially closed.
All the prisoners
were transferred off the island.
Only that's not what happened.
Not at all.
Right in here.
REBECCA:
Good morning.
- You get any sleep?
- Nope.
What have we got?
Johnny McKee. Grew up in Oregon.
Smart guy, but shy, dorky.
Not a lot of friends. You know the type.
He taught organic chemistry
at ajunior college.
Then in his spare time,
he poisoned people.
Cyanide was his drug of choice.
He started small and then it escalated.
Till he murdered most of
his high school class, 42 people...
...at their 15-year reunion.
- MO?
At the reunion, he posed as ajanitor,
rigging the sprinklers with Zyklon A...
...a cyanide-based pesticide.
So police are calling this
a drug overdose.
Could it be cyanide?
Won't know until
the tox screen comes back.
Manager's over at the bar.
Hi, I'm Detective Madsen.
Have you seen this man?
Yeah, sure, that's Johnny.
He applied two days ago.
- You interview him?
- "Make me a martini" was his interview.
- Did he fill out an application?
- Yeah.
- Can I see?
- Sure.
REBECCA:
Thank you.
- So why these four guys?
- McKee's victims were usually men.
- They never figured out why?
- No, and he never would say.
MANAGER:
Here you go.
REBECCA:
All right, we got an address.
142 South Broadway Boulevard,
Apartment 335.
That's in the Richmond District.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING
ON CELL PHONE]
Oh.
Man.
Ha, ha. Oh, wow.
WOMAN [ON PHONE]: Help me!
- What have you got?
Four dudes bit it at a club last night.
Video went viral.
- Is it on the television?
MAN: Television?
Hello, it's called the Internet.
McKee, walk with me.
SUPERVISOR:
We have a demanding clientele.
Lot of high rollers. They can be tough.
Pool boy went to lunch yesterday,
didn't bother coming back.
Third time in two weeks.
So where have you worked before?
Uh, let's see.
A library, a garden, a laundry...
You can fold towels.
Can you mix pool chemicals?
My favorite class was chemistry.
You're hired.
REBECCA: 142 Broadway.
- This is it.
So it's a fake address.
Wait. I'm an idiot.
It's not a fake. It's his address...
...from 50 years ago.
142 was McKee's cell number
on the Broadway strip of the cell block.
Cell blocks had evens on the left,
odds on the right.
So whoever was in 144
was next door to McKee.
You know who that was?
Jack Sylvane.
[WOMAN SCREAMING ON COMPUTER]
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON COMPUTER]
Well, I'm guessing that's not good for us.
You just did that, didn't you?
Tell me about McKee.
We got a break. Guess who was
in the cell next to him at Alcatraz.
Jack Sylvane.
- We need to go talk to him.
- Why?
The address was a bust.
Tox screen could take days.
Jack could know something. We could
track this guy down before he hits again.
You know what, just tell me the prison
Jack's at and I'll go talk to him.
All right, I'll bring him to you.
Anything on the tox screen yet?
- Can't get your friend Nikki on the phone.
- Oh.
Yeah, Nikki and phones, uh,
it's complicated. Just go down there.
I told her to check for cyanide.
- Go see Nikki by myself?
- It's at the morgue.
Is that gonna be a problem, Doc?
Problem? No, it's no problem at all.
Was this all from McKee's box?
Sure is.
Jar of petrified bugs, yikes.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
A whole bunch articles.
"Jules Verne's Vision:
The Future is Now."
Oh. He must have been a fan.
DOC: I was doing some reading
about McKee's last mass murder.
The high school reunion.
He plead not guilty
to killing his classmates...
...despite being caught at the scene
with the poison in his possession.
- He stuck around to watch.
- Like the viral video.
So not guilty by reason of insanity?
No, justifiable homicide.
He said the men were bullies.
All the men in his graduating class?
No, just the football team.
McKee was a chemistry geek.
Maybe they were picking on him.
Or her.
This was in the box too.
"Ginny." Sister or girlfriend maybe?
Maybe he's taking revenge on the world
for whoever did that to her.
MAN:
Hey, towel boy.
I need a fresh towel.
Yes, sir.
I'm looking for a book. Uh...
Something sharp and to the point,
if you get my drift.
You're a subtle bastard, huh?
- You landed this work detail to get a sticker.
- You got me.
What do you got for me?
GRINDLE:
Sharpest sticker I got.
You going to movie night?
It's a Western.
Born Reckless with Mamie Van Doren.
I prefer to read.
That's a shame.
I hear there's a flash of melon.
You just sweetened the deal,
now, didn't you? You bet I'll be there.
Who are they?
Ask your questions.
Hey, Jack.
You were at the cemetery
when I got caught.
REBECCA:
That's right.
You didn't shoot me.
No.
My name's Rebecca Madsen.
I'm a detective, and I have to ask you
about Johnny McKee.
McKee.
And if I don't answer,
is he gonna give me to Beauregard again?
- Jack.
REBECCA: Who's Beauregard?
You're here about McKee.
What's in it for me?
Nothing.
I think this belongs to you.
Bet you'd like to have it back.
Where did you find that?
Everything from your cell
was put in a box after you disappeared.
Fifty years ago.
How long were you in San Francisco
before I found you?
A few days.
REBECCA:
Where'd you come back?
Here, Alcatraz.
How?
That's my question to you.
McKee.
I don't know how you got here either.
McKEE:
Hey, Sylvane.
Pack of Camels says
you're staring at that picture of your girl.
Well, Johnny...
...if you ever had a girl,
maybe you'd understand.
I had a girl once.
Ginny Winters.
So damn pretty.
There was this one night...
...we went to the malt shop,
had egg creams...
...talked all the way
till they closed the place.
Afterwards, we went up to the roof.
We held hands.
She had the warmest hands.
I was telling her all about Jules Verne.
How all the way back in the 1800s...
...he was writing about
how we would travel underwater.
Ginny said I was smart.
And other boys were stupid.
That they didn't know
how to talk about things.
And then she kissed me.
The kind of kiss where
whatever happens the rest of your life...
...it's enough to know
that you had that kiss.
What happened to her?
I couldn't tell you.
He was an oddball.
Nose in the books. Science fiction.
Men on the moon, mad sea captains.
- Jules Verne.
- Yeah, Verne.
Couldn't shut up about him.
- "The future is now."
- What?
The future.
Right around the corner, he always said.
You ever hear of the Nautilus?
The submarine?
Two years ago, the USS Nautilus
passed through the San Francisco Bay...
...spitting distance from this rock,
on its way to the North Pole.
- Is that so?
McKEE: Yup.
So Verne was right.
He's got this other book too,
about man landing on the moon.
The moon? Heh.
Now you're talking crazy.
Oh, mark my words.
It's coming.
He kept ajar of bugs in his cell.
Called it his killing jar.
- How'd he kill the bugs?
JACK: He pulled garden duty a lot.
Collected these weird plants,
this one with big yellow seeds.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
JACK: He'd crush them, drop them
in the jar, and watch the bugs die.
- Poisonous plant?
- Some kind of nightshade.
It's all over the island.
We're out of here.
Did you know an inmate named
Tommy Madsen?
- Let's go.
- Two-zero-zero-two, yeah.
He was in the infirmary a lot
giving blood.
He was sick?
- It was hard to say.
- Wait.
They didn't need an excuse
to do whatever they wanted to you.
He told me one time
about a hole underneath the hole.
Under the strip cells.
You know what that means?
- Here at Alcatraz?
- All right, time's up.
We've got another poisoning.
- Your name's Madsen, right?
- Yeah.
You got the same eyes.
[DIALING]
Doc, hey, McKee used nightshade,
the kind that's here on the island.
DOC [OVER PHONE]:
White- margined nightshade.
They imported it from Ethiopia.
- Only thing that would grow here.
- Great. When you're finished with Nikki...
...find out if anyone sells it in the city.
Maybe McKee's been there.
Whoa. Uh...
Male genitalia, average size,
unremarkable.
Excuse me?
- What are you doing here, Doc?
- I'm here about the toxicology results...
...from the Chinatown Club.
- It's negative for common drugs of abuse.
- What about cyanide?
- Also negative.
- Can you run more tests?
We process about 500 cases a month,
so we have to pick our battles.
Not everyone gets the whole enchilada.
Don't say "enchilada."
Is that it? I gotta get
John Doe Number 7 back into the freezer.
Oh, okay, cool.
I mean, not "cool" as in "freezer," just...
...ha, ha, you know, cool.
Manager ID'd McKee.
Security cameras show
he's long gone by now.
Must've tampered with the chemicals
in the filtration system.
Could he have used nightshade
in the pool?
ME says no.
Great, we have a mystery chemical
on our hands.
McKee is upping his game.
REBECCA:
Since he did this in a swimming pool...
...you think he'd do this
to the city's water supply?
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
REBECCA:
Text from Doc. It's not cyanide.
But he's got a lead on the nightshade.
Take a ride?
Well, ain't you a sight for very sore eyes?
It's good to meet you, Mr. McKee.
Hmm? "Mister."
I haven't been called that in a while.
Easy, now, McKee.
This little lady's a doctor.
- Poisoning's a very personal crime.
McKEE: We all have our gifts.
Mine was for chemistry.
Your gift left 70 people dead.
And I sincerely regret my actions.
I'm much improved. I would not,
nor could I, hurt a fly or any other creature.
Johnny thinks he's at a parole hearing,
that his answers will buy him freedom.
They won't, Mr. McKee.
I'm here to help you. That's all.
What kind of help do I need?
Out of the 70 victims,
the majority were men.
- Why did you choose them?
- I'd say more like they chose me.
You needn't be sarcastic.
I could be your ally.
I do not reach above my lot
for any purpose.
- What does that mean?
- Just you're pretty. That's all.
Johnny.
Do you dream about your killings,
Mr. McKee?
I don't dream, Dr. Sengupta.
I sleep like a baby.
- Ding, ding, ding. Time's up.
- You said this was gonna last an hour.
For those who cooperate and partake
of what Dr. Sengupta has to offer. Guard.
Perhaps next time
you'll be more forthcoming.
[DOORBELL CHIMING]
Hello.
When was he last here?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Forgot to mention
he only speaks Chinese.
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[LEE SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
McKee was here, he was looking
for nightshade, Mr. Lee didn't have any.
But he obtained some from his sources
and had his boy deliver it.
Does Mr. Lee have McKee's address?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[SPEAKS IN CHINESE]
Think it's another fake?
I think he wanted the nightshade and
he doesn't know people are looking for him.
[LEE SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
What was that about?
He says my chi is murky.
DOC: McKee had his stuff delivered
to an abandoned high school?
No one around to see.
- He's not here.
- Not anymore.
[DIALING CELL PHONE]
REBECCA:
Hey, come on in.
[VENT RATTLING]
Vent's still on. Might be coming back.
It smells.
Like grass. Like fresh-cut grass.
Whoa.
What is it with scientists and mice?
Know what he's got cooking?
DOC: COCl2 maybe.
- Google it.
Phosgene.
"In low concentrations,
its odor resembles hay or grass.
Used as a chemical weapon
during World War I.
Acts upon the pulmonary alveoli,
causing suffocation.
Stores as a liquid.
Turns to gas at room temperature."
- Water soluble?
- Solubility in water.
- Yes.
- Well, that sounds like our mystery chemical.
One he used in the pool. That's a long way
from cyanide and nightshade.
What's next
and where is he gonna use it?
- "The future is now."
- All from McKee's box.
Newspaper article.
"Jules Verne's Vision: The Future is Now."
"An underwater subway tunnel
devoted to electric trains...
...will pass underneath the bay
linking San Francisco and Oakland."
- The East Bay 2.
- He's gonna use poison on the subway?
- Know how many people ride that thing?
- It's a killing jar for people.
- Who are you?
- Hey, chief, how are you?
Dispatch wants me to come and check...
Oh, wow, look at that.
- What?
- You see that?
[GRUNTING]
Hey, Grindle.
Saved you a good one.
PRISONER 1: Show.
PRISONER 2: Show.
ALL [IN UNISON]:
Show! Show! Show!
Show! Show! Show!
Why do we all love a Western?
In other company,
I'd say it's the time-honored tradition...
...of watching good triumph over evil.
But here...
...amongst these decrepit masses...
...well, the thought
just don't seem to apply.
Heck, you lags don't know
if you're on horseback or foot...
...if you're defecating or going blind.
Either way,
you'll be stomping and clopping...
...and it won't for a moment
concern you why.
Born Reckless starring Mamie Van Doren.
Don't smoke.
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
PRISONER 3:
Yeah!
[WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING ON SCREEN]
Ticktock, McKee.
I'm just waiting for Mamie's grand finale.
[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[ALL MURMURING]
Sorry for the delay, folks.
We'll be moving again shortly.
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
[SINGING]
'Cause nine times out of 10
It's then, only then
You can separate the men from the boys
Yeah
Eliminate the boys from the men
Ow!
Separate the men from the boys
[PRISONERS CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING]
Movie's over. On your feet. Let's go.
You glad you came?
Hey, Grindle.
GUARD 1:
Get over here. Line it up.
Best melons I seen in years.
The only melons you've seen in years.
GUARD 1:
Back to cells.
GUARD 2:
Hey, Cullen.
Come on, let's move it.
What the hell?
He's dead. Line up!
- Line up for count. No one leaves.
GUARD 3: You heard him!
Against the wall, all of you!
Who you think had the stones
to kill Cullen?
Could be anyone.
Nobody likes a bully.
MAN [OVER SPEAKERPHONE]: Only route
that goes underwater is the East Bay.
- Gotta be four lines that use that tunnel.
- Originating from all over the East Bay.
- Flashing red. What does that mean?
- Means the train stopped.
- Under the bay. It's gotta be him.
- What's the quickest way down there?
Emergency escape tubes.
You can take a maintenance cart.
MAN:
It's ridiculous. Come on, let's get it moving.
[ALL CHATTERING]
MAN 1:
Hey, guys, the train's on fire.
- The train's on fire!
MAN 2: That's not fire! It's smoke!
[PASSENGERS COUGHING]
HAUSER:
Stop the cart.
[PASSENGERS COUGHING]
[PASSENGERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN 1:
Get me out of here! Hurry up!
REBECCA:
We gotta break the glass.
Get back.
Lend us a hand.
Hauser!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
McKee, don't do this.
Stay down.
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
[YELPS]
- He still has a pulse.
- Let's get him out of here.
Traffic through the East Bay 2
came to a halt Saturday evening...
... after an SFTA train experienced
mechanical problems, causing major delays.
[ON COMPUTER] Passengers were
evacuated due to a gas leak in a faulty vent.
Maintenance teams were able
to quickly repair the damage...
... and trains have now
resumed normal service.
- Where do they come up with that stuff?
- Where do you think?
Got an ID on our burn girl, Ginny.
Virginia Winters,
from McKee's hometown.
Went to the same school.
Hospital records show
that she was injured...
...when a bottle of acid dye
exploded in her face.
Form of ferrocyanide.
- So it was McKee.
- Could have been. But why?
You enjoy the movie last night?
Who doesn't enjoy a good Western?
Michael Cullen, perhaps.
Looks as if that movie was his last.
Dr. Beauregard said he was poisoned.
Wonder who managed such a feat
in a room of 40 people.
It's a real brain-twister.
You're very angry, Mr. McKee.
You try to hide it, but I can see it.
Ooh, something good's coming,
I can tell.
- Ding.
- Okay, okay.
I'll cooperate.
- Tell me about the girl.
McKEE: What girl?
Virginia Winters.
I don't know who that is.
- Ding.
McKEE: Or maybe, uh...
Yeah, I remember somebody
with that name from school.
- Was she your girlfriend?
- No.
- She was the prettiest girl in class.
- But you had a date.
- Egg cream is all. At the local malt shop.
- And then what happened?
- Nothing.
- Ding.
- Nothing happened.
- Ding, ding, ding.
You can ding from here to kingdom come.
I'm telling you, nothing else happened.
So after the egg creams...
...she didn't take you to the roof of the gym
where it was nice and dark?
And she didn't kiss you
and get your clothes off?
And the lights didn't pop on
and the football team wasn't there?
And they didn't laugh
and throw firecrackers at you?
One of those cherry bombs
didn't hit you in your privates...
...and take your testicles,
leaving you as half a man?
And you haven't spent your whole life
looking for revenge?
I can help you
with that memory, Mr. McKee.
I can make it go away.
But first you have to tell me the truth.
Who is this girl?
She, uh...
She did all those things as you said.
And what did you do to her?
I burned her.
With acid.
You asked me what I, uh, dream about?
I dream about her face.
Okay, Johnny.
Now I can help you.
HAUSER:
Still no.
BEAUREGARD:
You jumped the punch line, sir.
Inmate Sylvane is requesting
the pleasure of your company.
You can have this back.
- Why's that?
- I don't want it anymore.
I'm done with staring at pictures
of dead people.
Thinking about a life
I'm never gonna have.
What's gonna happen to us?
Happen?
I keep hoping this is some nightmare
I'm gonna wake up from.
It's not.
You were in prison then,
you're in prison now.
Take away the passing of 50 years,
nothing's changed for you.
- I've changed.
- How's that?
I don't dream.
Ha, ha, oh, my God, man. You didn't think
I was serious about the pulp, did you?
Of bodies changed
To various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom
These miracles did spring
Inspire my numbers with celestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work complete:
[English - US - SDH]