The blue, that's new.
You seem better than last time I saw you.
Define better.
I wasn't always like this, you know.
Breathe.
All that's needed for evil to triumph...
- ...is for good men to do nothing. - Friedrich Nietzsche.
Edmund Burke. He was an Englishman.
Actually, an Irishman who moved to England.
Do any of the people you work with know you studied philosophy at Yale?
It hasn't really come up. It's mostly the Giants and Cassius Clay.
I guess your ride's here.
When will I see you again?
How about tonight?
Bombers and poisoners and sharpshooters...
...and every ignoble variation of lag. I have put you to the test.
But if you're able to infiltrate this madman's grey 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.
Mr. Porter's IQ is 162. That's well above genius.
Intellect aside, it's time to get him back where he belongs.
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 6.
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 had the ringing in your ears, Mr. Porter?
I believe he suffers from tinnitus.
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 therapy I've been studying, I'd like to try.
I knew you'd have something in your bag of tricks.
Tell me, Mr. Porter, do you like music?
I'm not ready.
I'm-- I'm missing something.
Your hair.
I wish there was more of it.
I'm sorry.
No.
I'm really, really sorry.
Oh. Nice.
- Here you go, ladies. - Thank you.
- Sure.
Oh, my God, you're shameless.
I know, I know. Here.
Glad to finally get you out of your apartment.
Mm. Me too.
What have you been working on? Task-force stuff?
Um, no. I mean, mostly, but family stuff too.
You mean with Ray?
You wanna talk about it?
It's like I'm living someone else's life.
And I just wanna press stop, go back to the way things were.
Before the new job.
But I can't. Ahem.
Ah. Sorry.
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 building.
Then I thought, I haven't visited Lucy in a while.
And Hauser 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, took her?
The nurse is gonna tell me the whole story.
Here she comes. I gotta go.
Homicide in Daly City.
College student drowned in her tub with all her hair cutoff. I gotta go.
Mind if I tag along?
Sure.
Vic's name's Karen Feiner. 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.
Color distortion's advanced.
Could have been tied up as long as three days.
What'd 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. - No problem.
What do you got?
- Glad she put up a fight. - Yeah.
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 co-eds.
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? - 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 you like to share with us how you know that?
We did some tests on the '63s 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?
That's a first.
On March 21st, 1963...
...Alcatraz officially closed.
All the prisoners were transferred off the island.
Only that's not what happened.
Not at all.
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 class today?
No, she was the only one.
Am I supposed to talk into the television?
Does this transmit sound frequencies?
Look into the monitor.
Oh, there you are.
A blood sample is being sent to you now.
- It has the colloidal silver in it. - Who's the lucky lag?
Don't know yet.
I'll see if it matches Dr. Sengupta's blood type.
Listen, Beauregard, are you certain of the healing properties of the silver?
As certain 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.
Turn it back on.
Please.
- 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.
Can you tell me what you remember...
...about the night your mother tried to drown you?
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 was so beautiful.
And...
And her hair was floating on the water.
And it started to spread out...
...like cracks on the surface.
Now I can help you.
- Hey. - 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. Heh.
Just, uh, you know, what I see.
Just comes out like that.
I like your hair.
- 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.
That was excellent.
Your bow makes the sweetest sound.
Well, I string it myself.
I think it makes a difference.
Could you play this next?
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.
You...
You weren't good enough.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- All right, boys, that's it for today. - Let's go.
You can't just come in here with him.
Didn't the warden tell you? We're hoping to borrow an instrument.
Got a lot of nerve showing your face, Porter.
Warden should keep you where you belong, freak.
Your band is very good, Mr. Tiller.
In another life I would have been a music man.
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.
Heh. 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.
Perfect match.
Screams like you used to.
It's okay, go ahead.
Maybe he should start with the triangle.
Play what's in your head.
I think we've got ourselves a sandbagger.
No, I think we've got ourselves a savant.
- Where the hell have you been? - Karen was a musician, we tried to--
I called 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. We went to her school.
Guys? I was just talking to the landlord.
He did come by earlier to check the sprinklers and heard violin music.
Like at Karen's.
Not just 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.
You thought he was targeting musicians, it's the other way round.
The violin music, I think it's him.
The music room was pretty popular.
Even Al Capone played a little banjo while he was here.
Rock Islander band reels.
Everyone 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, uh, e-mails, cell-phone records.
- So much for the Privacy Act. - Mm.
Elmore.
Yo, Emerson.
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?
A pizza can feed a family of five.
He's very good, this guy.
He's been here a month, maybe two. He's 29 years old, kind of odd.
Well, 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 brown back, 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 that he got a gig at the, uh, Philharmonic.
- Playing? - No, heh, no, no.
He's stacking chairs. He's a violinist, like I said.
You up on Friday?
Till I'm dead.
I've been sneaking in here since I was 15.
It's a long walk from Pacific Heights.
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.
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?
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.
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.
They're renting apartments now?
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.
- Blond. Black. - Yeah, it's frayed.
All used up.
This one's red.
Just the one.
He's got another girl.
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?
Please.
Don't worry.
Don't worry, look.
There's just enough left.
I have some good news.
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 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 blonds and brunettes?
Only two redheads.
It's gotta be this one. 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, uh, a social website...
- ...12 minutes ago from a bar in Lomo. - Which leaves her.
It's okay. It's okay, we're the police.
You're all right. He's not gonna hurt you anymore.
Oh, my God.
- 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.
Hey, look! It's the screamer!
Hey, warden, he's gonna keep us up all night!
We don't want him around!
Hey, warden, don't do this to us!
Get this freak out of here! What are you doing?
You kidding me, warden? Please!
He's gonna keep us up all night, warden!
Better keep his mouth shut!
Close it up.
Get him out of here!
Come on, warden, don't leave him with us!
- Better not go off again, freak! - Please, warden...
Shut your mouth.
Well, I'll be damned. Listen to that little fella fiddle.
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 and surrender just yet.
But I will tell you this, the warden's got himself a new toy.
Mr. Porter is not a toy.
No argument here.
I was talking about you.
I want him alive and unharmed.
That's it, Porter.
Nowhere to run.
All I wanted was to play.
Don't even think about it.
She's here too.
Ernest Cobb shot her.
- Is she gonna live? - With your help.
Have a seat, 2-O-1-2, and roll up your left sleeve.
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. - It was recorded separate back then.
I only got picture.
- Any word from Hauser? - No.
We're never gonna find out what's going on, 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.
Lucy was there when it was all happening.
She could be the key to everything.