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		<description><![CDATA[Alcatraz S1E1 – Pilot Scene 1 Voiceover: On March 21, 1963, Alcatraz officially closed due to rising costs and decrepit facilities. All the prisoners were transferred off the island . . . Only, that&#8217;s not what happened. Not at all. &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-1-pilot-long-description.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Alcatraz</strong></span></p>
<p align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>S1E1 – Pilot</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 1</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Voiceover: On March 21, 1963, Alcatraz officially closed due to rising costs and decrepit facilities. All the prisoners were transferred off the island . . . Only, that&#8217;s not what happened. Not at all. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A boat, the “Warden Kelvin”, is seen pulling in the the dock on Alcatraz. It is night time and there is fog in the air.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Two prison guards are seen getting off the boat and walking along the dock. The ship&#8217;s captain and the boat hand remain with the boat.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guards are wearing uniforms from the 1960&#8242;s.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The dock is empty, no one around at all.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: What the hell?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Wind howling]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guard tower is shown. It is empty too.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Younger Guard: What is it?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: Ready your weapon.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Both guards pull their weapons, and continue towards the prison.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Younger Guard: What&#8217;s happening?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: Two guards . . . always meet the transfer.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Younger Guard: Maybe they forgot.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They pause next to an old truck as they look in the cab.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: This is Alcatraz. No one forgets.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Thunder rumbling]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They continue walking towards the prison building.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Clang]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guards walk in to the prison building. The older guard pushes open an iron bar door, which is unlocked already and they walk out on to the cell block floor of Alcatraz.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: (Yells) Is anyone here?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">No answer except thunder. The older guard pulls back the hammer on his revolver.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: Follow me.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Suspenseful music]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guards walk along main floor of prison looking in the cells. The cells are all empty. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Thunder rumbles]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Older Guard stops walking and releases the hammer on the revolver.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Older Guard: Radio the station. Tell them to send everyone.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Voiceover: 302 men disappeared that night. They were never seen or heard from again . . .</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Until now. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 2</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Main floor of Alcatraz prison. Present day.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tourists are standing on the main floor of Alcatraz, looking in the cells and listening to an audio tour through headphones. A park ranger watches over the tourists.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Male Narrator from Audio Tour: They stayed in their cells 24 hours a day. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Metallic groaning}</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A young girl around 10 years old notices the noise since she is not listening to the audio tour. She walks away from her group unnoticed towards an area with a “Closed to the Public” sign on the door. She opens the door, and walks down a row of cells. She comes to a solitary punishment cell and pulls open the cell door, backs up and screams.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[girl screams]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The park ranger notices the scream first and runs towards the sound. Her mother realizes she is missing and screams “Suzie”.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Where the hell is she.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Girl shown standing in front of solitary confinement cell with door open looking in at the floor. Her parents come up and grab her in their arms while the park ranger looks in to see a dark shape on the floor in the back right corner of the cell.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ranger: Hey, buddy, you can&#8217;t sleep in here.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The shape on the floor is a man who slowly starts to get up.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ranger: You got two minutes to get the hell outta here.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[ominous music]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man walks out of cell, squinting his eyes when he encounters the sunlight. He in unshaven, wearing a button up denim shirt with a white t-shirt on underneath.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tour Guide: As I was saying, on March 21, 1963, Alcatraz officially closed due to rising costs . . .</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man looks at the tourists and tour guide with wonder as they head back to the main cell block floor.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He looks nervous as he follows them out, putting on a black P-coat as he walks. He exits the building to see San Francisco across the bay. He walks nervously towards the dock area. He gets stopped just before reaching the boat by another park ranger.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Park Ranger: Ticket, sir?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man reaches in the pocket of his coat and pulls out a key on a silver chain, a wad of cash, and a ticket.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Park Ranger: Hope you had a nice time on the Rock.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man nods, and walks on to the boat. Once on the boat he sits down on a bench, reaches over to a bag that has been left by a tourist, and pulls out a book, “Inmates of Alcatraz”. He flips through the book, looking at the mug shots of the prisoners, flips one more page and finds his mug shot. He is prisoner 2024 – Jack Sylvane – who arrived at Alcatraz on 04/27/1956.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 3</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Main cell block of Alcatraz. The lights are all turned out. Guards are walking the floor and catwalks.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Bell rings, whistle blows]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The lights turn on in the cell block.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alcatraz – main cell house – 1960</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Inside “B” and “C” head count.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man #2: First tier. “C”.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane stands up in a cell and turns to face the bars.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man #3: 15, inside “C” second tier.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man #4: 14, inside “B” first tier.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Rack &#8216;em!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A guard moves the lever to open the cell doors as the prisoners line up to exit their cells. The cells open and the prisoners step out.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Toes on the line. 25. Move, move, move, move!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The prisoners begin walking in a single file line down the cell block.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Let&#8217;s Go!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Deputy Warden: Not so fast, 2024. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack stops and turns to see the deputy warden approach with two guards.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Deputy Warden to guards: Shake it down.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guards move in to Jack&#8217;s cell and begin to search his cell, throwing things everywhere.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guards exit the cell.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guard 1: It&#8217;s clean, Mr. Tiller.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Deputy Warden walks in to the cell, reaching around his back as he does. He picks up a picture frame from a shelf at the back of the cell and looks at the picture, throws the picture on the bed, it is a picture of a beautiful blond woman. The warden then turns around holing a wooden handle screw driver. He exits the cell, showing the guards the screwdriver.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Deputy Warden: Clean, my ass.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane: That&#8217;s not mine.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Deputy Warden places the screwdriver under Jacks, chin, wooden handle at his throat.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Deputy Warden to guards: Take him away.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane: Today is visiting day.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Deputy Warden: Not for you.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 4</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Back with Jack Sylvane on the boat in present day. Jack flips through the book again until he comes to a black and white picture of The Warden and the Assistant Warden. His face contorts in anger. He looks at the next page, a color picture of a man receiving an award. The man is old. The caption of the picture reads: E.B.Tiller receives the FBI&#8217;s highest honor – the Medal of Honor.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane: Tiller.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack closes the book, stands, and walk to the rail of the ship looking back at Alcatraz. He then turns and looks at the approaching City of San Francisco. He then looks back at Alcatraz with a determined look on his face.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 5</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man running up stair on outside of building. Man in black suit seen running after him. Woman running after man in suit.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">First man jumps off the roof of one building to a lower roof of an adjacent building. Second man jump as well, but does not land on roof, instead hitting side of building and grabbing on to a plastic pipe to hang on. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">First man stops and turns to see Second man hanging on to pipe, almost ready to fall off the side of the building. First man runs back to where second man is hanging and kicks at him, causing man to loose grip with his right hand. He is now hanging from the building, only holding on to a metal pipe with his left hand. The woman arrives at the edge of the first roof and yells.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: No!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The first man pauses and looks up at her. He begins to run away as Rebecca backs up to make the jump and the man struggle to grab the pipe with his right hand. Rebecca jumps, landing hard on the lower roof and looks to see where the first man has gone. Rebecca runs to the edge of the building where the second man is hanging from the pipe, holding on with both hands.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Second man: Madsen! </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca reaches over the edge of the building as the man dangles.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Come on! Take my hand! Come on!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man reaches up with his right hand, trying to take her outstretched hand. He grabs her hand, his fingers in her palm, hers in his.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Okay, all right.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">His hand slips out of hers, the pipe breaks free from the building and he falls, screaming, to the ground.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Madsen. Madsen.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 6</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca is sitting in an office with a far away look in her eyes, not responding to the man&#8217;s voice.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Detective Madsen.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca flinches and her mind returns to the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: You hear a word I&#8217;ve been saying?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A man stands before her holding a number of file folders, the top one is open. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Lieutenant, I respect you too much to say yes.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Lieutenant sits down in an office chair.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: You&#8217;ve been flying solo for three months. It&#8217;s time to get you partnered up again.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca nervously looks toward the door.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Um, I just remembered that I have …</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She stands to try and leave</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Sit.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She sits back down.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Yes, sir.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Lieutenant is looking through the top file again.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Let&#8217;s start with Rivers. Just coming off a stint in vice.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He look up at Rebecca.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You know, I don&#8217;t think Rivers knows I&#8217;m a detective here. He&#8217;s always asking me to make him coffee.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Lieutenant looks at another file.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: How about Hollier?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He looks up at Rebecca.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Too slow.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Fiveash.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Too fast.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Kheel.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Too Blond. We&#8217;d look like the Hardy Boys.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Look . . We all took a loss that day. But you gotta stop blaming yourself.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca shakes her head.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I don&#8217;t. I blame the guy that pushed him off the roof.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: We&#8217;ve been through the mug shots. We followed every lead. It&#8217;s time to move on.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca shakes her head again.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[knock at door, door opens]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Madsen, we got a homicide. You&#8217;re up.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca grimaces and stands up. She walks to the office door.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Um . . . </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She turns to face the Lieutenant.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You&#8217;re right. Those are great choices. Um . . . I just . . . </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lieutenant: Yeah, I know.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Give me the day, and I&#8217;ll pick someone. I promise.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Lieutenant nods his head.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Thank you, Lieutenant.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca leaves the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 7</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">An older man is seen. He appears to be dead. A camera is heard and flashes are seen. The man is lying in the remnants of a coffee table with a knife sticking out of the left side of his chest.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca arrives and looks at the man as the CSIs are taking pictures and collecting evidence.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Who murders a guy who&#8217;s already got one hip in the grave?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Police officer: Victim&#8217;s Elijah Bailey Tiller. Folks called him E.B. 78. Neighbor says the door was open.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca looks around the room and notices a picture frame knocked over with broken glass sitting on a shelf. She goes over and looks at the picture. It is the same black and white picture of the Warden and Tiller outside the Administration Building of Alcatraz that Jack say in the book while on the boat.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Police officer: Rebecca. The vic – he was a Fed.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca turns and addresses everyone in the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: All right, let&#8217;s get all we can before we get tossed.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A man in a black suit enters the room looking grim.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: You&#8217;re done here.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Excuse me?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: The victim was a federal agent. We&#8217;re taking over.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Says who?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Says me.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: And you are?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Emerson Hauser. Now, get out.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I don&#8217;t leave a crime scene unless my immediate supervisor orders me to.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[cell phone rings]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca reaches for the phone. The call is from Lt. Reeger. She hangs up on the call without even answering. She turns with a disgusted look on her face.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Okay, run along and play now.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Thanks for being a dick about it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca walks up to the police officer.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Jimmy, do me a favor? Run Emerson Hauser through the database. I wanna know where he came from.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jimmy: What are you gonna do?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca looks at Hauser&#8217;s back, smiles at Jimmy, and walks over to the broken picture.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 8</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca is scanning the picture in the lab. She sites at a computer and locates a finger print on the picture frame and zooms in. She starts a search for the owner of the finger print. The search comes back to a Jack Sylvane.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Jack Sylvane.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She clicks on his name. The file begins downloading, then stops and the screen flashes – File Access RESTRICTED.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Damn-it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She pulls up a web search engine and types in “Jack Sylvane”. The browser returns a number of hits, Most concerning a book, Inmates of Alcatraz, by Dr. Diego Soto. A picture of Jack Sylvane&#8217;s mug shot from Alcatraz is also seen.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Alcatraz. Vic&#8217;s name was E.B.Tiller.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca types E.B.Tiller into the search bar. The browser returns pictures of E.B.Tiller and results again for the book by Dr. Soto.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Deputy Warden?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She clicks on a link titled Dr. Diego Soto talks to Deputy Warden E.B.Tiller of Alcatraz. The link is <a href="http://www.diegosoto.wrd/interviews/E%20B%20Tiller.html">www.diegosoto.wrd/interviews/E%20B%20Tiller.html</a> It pulls up a site titled Talkin&#8217; &#8216;Traz. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Hmm. Diego Soto.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She clicks a link with Dr. Diego Soto&#8217;s name. A Page appears of the back cover of Dr. Diego Soto&#8217;s book with his picture on it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What&#8217;s your story?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She reads the information on the screen.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 9</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca is seen walking through a doorway in to a comic book store.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: That&#8217;s not fair.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. Soto is seen siting at a table style video game with another man playing the game.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Doc, you really wanna do that?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Shh, shh, shh!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Come on, come on, come on. There ya go.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Shut up.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[end game chords]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Oh! You&#8217;re too worried about the double-ups, Doc. You just gotta shoot.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: You have to double up. Double-ups are key.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc stands up from the game. Rebecca is looking at a comic book from the rack titled ALCATRAZ.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Yea, the high score&#8217;s a pipe dream without the double-up. Of course, I&#8217;m more partial to Pac-Man, but maybe that&#8217;s &#8217;cause I like to eat.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc extends his hand to Rebecca.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Diego Soto. Will you marry me?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca shakes his hand.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Dr. Diego Soto?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: I&#8217;m way smarter than I look.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: PhDs in criminal justice and civil war history. Four books on Alcatraz? I&#8217;d say you&#8217;re way smarter than we all look. I&#8217;m Detective Rebecca Madsen. I was hoping to borrow you for a case.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca hands him a picture.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: These two look familiar?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It is the picture she took from E.B.Tiller&#8217;s home.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Yeah. Warden James and his Deputy Tiller? James is long dead, but Tiller, he&#8217;s still alive.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You ever do any research on an inmate named Jack Sylvane?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Sylvane? That was one unlucky cat. The guy was a World War II vet. Got sent to the Rock for robbing a grocery store.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: How&#8217;s that a Federal crime?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: That&#8217;s the unlucky part. The store sold stamps.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca nods understanding.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Which makes it a post office.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: And feeding your family becomes a Federal offense. Sent him to Leavenworth. Another prisoner got frisky in the shower. Jack murders him. Next stop, the Rock. So . . . Whay all the interest in Jack Sylvane?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: E.B.Tiller was killed last night. Sylvane&#8217;s prints showed up at the scene.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: I&#8217;m sorry. That&#8217;s just not possible.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Why not?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: [laughs] &#8216;Cause Jack Sylvane died over 30 years ago.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[ominous music]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 10</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A number of plates of bread with mold on the edges are seen sitting on the floor with prison bars in the background.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[shivering]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane is seen shivering. He looks in bad shape. Someone steps up to the prison bars.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">E.B.Tiller: Okay, 2024, on your feet.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alcatraz – Solitary – 1960. Let&#8217;s go.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack struggles to his feet.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">E.B.Tiller: Attaboy. That&#8217;s it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack walks to the cell door where E.B.Tiller is standing on the other side of the bars.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: [hoarsely] What did you say to my wife?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">E.B.Tiller: Oh, would you look at that? I must have made a mistake. It&#8217;s Red getting sprung today. Not you. You should really eat something. Remember, this is Alcatraz. Things can always get worse. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[metallic clanging of cell door shutting]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 11</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">San Francisco – Present Day</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack is seen walking up stairs in a building.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He walks to a counter and addresses the man working behind. The man is reading a thick book, holding a pencil in his hand.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I need to use the locker room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: It&#8217;s 8 bucks to enjoy the facilities as a guest.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack pulls a $10 from his wallet and throws it on the counter. He turns and starts heading down the hall.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Hey, you got some change comin&#8217;.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack continues down the hall.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack enters a locker room and dangles the key on the chain. He goes to a locker, inserts the key and opens the locker. The key has the number 8 on it. Inside the locker we see some folded clothes, an envelope on the side. Jack reaches to the top shelf and pulls out a plastic gun case. He opens the case to reveal a semi-auto handgun and a clip in the case.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Brought you your change and a fresh towel.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks up at the man while still holding the open case. He picks up the gun and the man starts to back away.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man runs and Jack runs after, quickly catching him and throwing him agains the lockers. Jack then slams the man into the lockers across the aisle, and throws him to the ground. Jack looks up.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 11</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca is entering Ray&#8217;s Bar.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Becky!</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Uncle Ray.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Hiya, sweetie. Get you something?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Jack on the rocks?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Jack on the rocks, huh?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I need your help with a homicide. Goes back to Alcatraz. DB&#8217;s Elijah Bailey Tiller.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray pours her drink as she sits at the bar.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: So . . . Somebody finally nailed E.B.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I knew you&#8217;d know him. Any insights?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Ball breaker, this guy. Of the worst variety. Worked the Rock for about 10 years. Deputy Warden when I was a guard. Got out before she shut down.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr Soto is seen walking behind Rebecca and sitting down next to her.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Ray Archer?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Dr. Soto. This is my uncle Ray.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: It&#8217;s an honor, sir.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc and Ray shake hands.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: You know me?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Know you? I studied you. I even made a character out of you in my comic. Ray Archer&#8217;s your uncle?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Sort of. He raised me after my parents died. My grandfather was a guard too. Tommy Madsen. He and Ray were best friends. It&#8217;s where they met. You write about him?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. Soto gets an odd look on his face.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Sure.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Get you a drink, son?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Club soda would be great. Well, I found him back at my place. Jack Sylvane&#8217;s transfer order to San Quentin, dated the day the Rock was closed in &#8217;63,</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc hands Rebecca a sheet of paper.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: and look who signed it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see the transfer order.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Robert Kennedy.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: And here&#8217;s Jack&#8217;s death certificate.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc hands Rebecca another sheet of paper.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Okay. So how&#8217;s a dead man dropping fingerprints at a murder scene?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: You think these are phony?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Memory serves . . . Tiller joined up with the Feds. Federal Officer gets a Federal investigation. This isn&#8217;t you case, is it, Becky?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: No, but &#8211; -</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: No, but nothing. If it&#8217;s not your case, stay out of it.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: This is about Alcatraz. You worked &#8211; -</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray: Damn it, Rebecca. Let it go. For once in your life, just . . . walk away.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray walks away from Rebecca and Doc.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">There is a minute of uncomfortable silence.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: My folks . . . are really, really smart. They teach at Stanford. And they&#8217;re always telling me what to do. But . . . smart doesn&#8217;t always make you happy. So mostly, I just hear what they have to say . . . and then do the opposite.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc takes a drink. Rebecca smiles.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You&#8217;re the expert. What do you think happened?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: I don&#8217;t know. But last time on the island, I stumbled across a room that was full of files and boxes and all sorts of stuff I wasn&#8217;t supposed to see.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca nods her head.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Pier 33, first boat out?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They clink their glasses together.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: I&#8217;ll bring the coffee.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 12</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca and Doc on the ferry to Alcatraz.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: So I spoke to the Warden at San Quentin. He confirms Sylvane&#8217;s transfer and death in &#8217;76.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: But you think he&#8217;s alive and that he killed Tiller.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I don&#8217;t know. It just doesn&#8217;t make sense. Sylvane was a thief, not a killer.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: So if Jack&#8217;s been around all this time, why&#8217;d he wait so long to kill Tiller?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Where the hell&#8217;s he been?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[ferry horn blows]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 13</strong></span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc and Rebecca are walking up a ramp towards the prison at Alcatraz with a group of tourists. Doc reaches over and grabs Rebecca&#8217;s arm and pulls her towards a path that leads down, away from the prison. The get to the beginning of the path and have to step over a chain with a sign hanging on it that is blocking the entrance. The path leads to ta large deserted building.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Where are we now?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: The barracks.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They walk down a set of stairs into the basement area of the building.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: The guards lived here with their families. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I can&#8217;t imagine children living here.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: They took the boat to school every day. Way cooler than the bus.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They walk down a hallway and turn into a doorway with a few steps that lead down to iron bars blocking the rest of the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Here&#8217;s the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He rattles the locked bars.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Still locked. Any ideas?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca pulls out a lock picking kit.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Department issue. Flashlight.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She starts to pick the lock.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Aren&#8217;t you kind of young to be a detective?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Yeah. I get that a lot.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Bet you have a pretty cool origin story.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I was raised by a cop. He&#8217;d bring his cases home. I&#8217;d read them before bed, put post-its where I thought he should look. I actually helped him solve a few cases.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She finishes with the lock and puts her tools away.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Nice.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She opens the bars.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They walk in the room and Doc turn on the lights. There are piles of old storage boxes and file cabinets. They start to look through things. Rebecca takes an old file folder and opens it. Doc heads towards the boxes.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: How come the inmate files weren&#8217;t transferred with the inmates?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Holy crap! You gotta come see this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc sets an opened box down on the floor. Rebecca puts the folder down and heads over as Doc opens another box and looks in.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: This is . . . everything! It&#8217;s all their stuff.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca is holding a ukelele she pulled from the box on the floor.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[clang]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They both hear it and look back at the entrance to the room. The lights shut off, Rebecca turns on her flashlight, draws her gun and aims it at the doorway.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: SFPD! I&#8217;m armed.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She walks slowly towards the entrance.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A gas canister that is spewing smoke bounces down the steps towards them.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: What the hell is that?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The smoke envelopes them and they both collapse to the floor passed out.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 14</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca opens her eyes. Everything is blurry. She can hear people talking.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: This is a mistake.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: She found us, and she won&#8217;t stop until she finds him. You need her, Emerson.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca&#8217;s eyes begin to focus better as she awakens to see a man and a woman standing in front of her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Good. You&#8217;re awake. Detective Madsen . . . welcome to Alcatraz.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[groaning is heard]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: My head. Where are we?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Alcatraz.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Looks good. They&#8217;ve done some redecorating.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc sits up in his chair.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser. Dr. Soto, I&#8217;m Hauser. I read your books.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser walks over and shakes Doc&#8217;s hand.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Um, did you . . . gas us?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: We have strict protocols for intruders here.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc rubs his head.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: I&#8217;m Lucy Banerjee. You&#8217;re quite resourceful, Detective Madsen. Lifting the photo from the crime scene. Was not only bold but effective.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: I&#8217;ll need that back.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca stands and walks towards Hauser.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Emerson Hauser, you want to tell me why there&#8217;s no record of you working for the FBI?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: I run a special division in charge of criminals who hold a particular allure for our government.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You know I don&#8217;t believe a word of that, right?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: So . . . you built the Bat Cave . . . underneath Alcatraz. But, why would you do that?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Who&#8217;s the old guy?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: That is a computer-generated simulation of what Jack Sylvane should look like today.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a screen with a picture of an aged Jack Sylvane.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Should?</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Lucy, run the Green Street surveillance.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We now see a screen with the surveillance footage playing.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: Traffic cam caught this last night. The older gentleman is our victim – E.B.Tiller, and meet . . . Jack Sylvane.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The footage shows Tiller walking across the sidewalk, followed by Jack Sylvane. The image zooms in on Jack Sylvane. He is still young.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: 85 years young.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What? That&#8217;s him?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: Dr. Soto?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: It&#8217;s him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: Jack Sylvane disappeared from Alcatraz in 1963. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What does that mean, he escaped?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: No one ever escaped Alcatraz. Not to mention, the guy looks exactly the same, which, if you&#8217;re keeping score at home, isn&#8217;t possible.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: So the San Quentin transfer was bogus. </span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: As was the death certificate. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: That still doesn&#8217;t explain why he hasn&#8217;t aged.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[telephone rings]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: No, it doesn&#8217;t.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy picks up the phone.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: Yes?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy gets a concerned look on her face and glances over at Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She hangs up the phone and she and Hauser walk to the other side of the room to have a private conversation.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[Lucy whispering]</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy walks away, while Hauser closes the inmate folder laying on the table.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What&#8217;s going on?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Local PD found a uniform at a crime scene. Alcatraz issue.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser takes the folder and starts to walk out.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Tell you what &#8211; - I&#8217;ll give you your prints back if you let me come with you.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Why?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Because you gassed me, and now you owe me one.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser pauses on his way out, and shakes his head.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Don&#8217;t forget your lunchbox.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He continues out of the room.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Yeah. Let&#8217;s go, Doc.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Coming!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca heads out of the room, Doc rushes to grab his bag out of the chair and follows her.</span></p>
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<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 15</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a handcuff locked around the metal pipe headboard of an old hospital cot. The camera moves down and we see Jack Sylvane lying handcuffed on the cot. He looks rough, greasy hair, unshaven, etc. His other arm has a needle in it where they are taking blood from him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Keep at it. You&#8217;ll owe me a transfusion. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. <span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Beauregard: </span></span></span>You&#8217;d think a month in the hole would teach you not to run your mouth.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Just saying . . . that&#8217;s a lot of blood. From a guy who ain&#8217;t sick.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Dr. removes the needle from his arm.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. Beauregard: Oh, I didn&#8217;t know there was another doctor among us.Fetch me a stethoscope for Dr. Sylvane here.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[laughing]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alcatraz – infirmary – 1960</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. Beauregard: Do me a favor, Jack. Keep your opinions, medical or otherwise, to your godforsaken self.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The doctor hands the bottle of blood to the helper, and puts a piece of gauze Jack&#8217;s arm and moves it up to hold pressure and stop the bleeding.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dr. Beauregard pulls a cigarette from his pocket, puts it in his mouth, and lights it as he walks out of the room.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man behind privacy screen: So how many they take from you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: &#8216;scuse me?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Vials of red warm blood?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We can see the man behind the screen in profile, lying on a cot.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: What the hell do you care?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: This place is nothing compared to downstairs.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Sent me out on visiting day.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: I&#8217;m not talking about the hole. I&#8217;m talking about below the hole.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I missed seeing my wife.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Trust ne, you&#8217;re better off.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Who the hell are you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: The same as you. A number. 2002.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Yeah, well . . . 2002, I don&#8217;t trust you. And I ain&#8217;t better off.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man behind the screen turns on his side to face Jack through the screen.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: You listen to me. Something terrible&#8217;s gonna happen here.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[ominous music and the closing of jail cells]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 16</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see an old denim shirt with the number 2024 above the pocket.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: 2024. That&#8217;s Jack&#8217;s number.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The locker room attendant walks towards the group, holding and ice pack to the side of his head. Hauser shows the locker room attendant a picture of Jack Sylvane.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Is this the man who attacked you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Attendant: Yeah. That&#8217;s the son of a bitch.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Did you give him a locker key?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Attendant: No. He never asked.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: And is the video camera in the lobby working?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Attendant: You kidding me? Nothings&#8217; worked here since like 1975.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The attendant hands Rebecca a piece of paper.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Attendant: Here.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: 591NPQN. You got a plate number.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Attendant: It&#8217;s the cab he took off in.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I&#8217;ll have SFPD run it.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 17.</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack Sylvane is seen walking across a street in a residential area of the city. He walks up to the intercom hanging on a iron fence around the house. The name on the intercom box is B. Flynn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[siren whoops]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A police cars slides into the road by the house and the officers step out of the vehicle, drawing their weapons.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Police Officer: Turn around slow. Do it now! Show me your hands. I said show me your hands!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks at the officers, then looks at the house on the hill behind the fence. He looks back at the officer who is walking quickly towards him, pulls his gun and fires, hitting both officers.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 18</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a man sitting at a desk in a big open room of an expensive home.The man is working on his laptop computer when he hears a noise and gets up. He open his front door and sees the two officers that have been shot, lying on the sidewalk in front of his house. He quickly closes the door and locks it. He starts walking quickly back through the house to his office, when Jack steps out behind him. He turns to face Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Are you Barclay Flynn? I&#8217;m here for you.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man runs into the office with Jack striding behind him with his gun still in his hand. The man opens a drawer on the desk and reaches inside for something, but Jack slams the drawer shut on his hand.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Ahhh!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man stands and Jack points the gun at him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Open the safe.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man holds his hand up in surrender and then kneels down and opens a drawer, revealing a safe inside.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Okay. See.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man nervously twists the dial on the safe.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Here. You can have anything you want.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man opens the safe and pull a stack of cash from the safe. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Gimme the bag.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: The bag?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: The soft black bag.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man returns the cash to the safe and pulls out a small black purse string bag and hands it to Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Here, take it. Take it.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack takes the bag from the man.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: That&#8217;s it? That&#8217;s what you came for?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack turns the bag upside down and allows a large silver cellhouse key. Jack looks at the man, raises his gun fires. We hear the body hit the floor.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 19</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a black SUV pull up behind the police car. The bodies of the two officers who have been shot are on the ground in front of the car. Rebecca and the rest get quickly out of the vehicle. Rebecca and Hauser pull their weapons and she runs to one of the officers and checks for signs of life. Hauser checks the other officer.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Oh, my God. I got a pulse.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: This one&#8217;s gone.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca grabs the officer&#8217;s walkie and keys it up.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Officer down. I repeat &#8211; - officer down. We need backup and a bus.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She sets the walkie down, stands and speaks to Doc.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Stay with him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She runs after Hauser towards the gate.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[rattling]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca stops and looks down the street to see Jack emerge from the building down the street and begin to run away. She runs after him. We have a chase seen of Jack running through the streets with Rebecca in pursuit. Jack runs down a set of stairs and Rebecca makes it to the top of the overpass, pulls her gun and points it, but Jack is gone. She is upset and puts her gun away.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We next see Rebecca walking in to the house. Hauser is in the office leaning over the desk looking at the laptop computer.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I lost him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She walks over to Hauser and we see a body on the floor.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: His name is Barclay Flynn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: So what&#8217;s this guy&#8217;s connection to Sylvane?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Why assume there has to be one?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca knods her head.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Silly me, looking for motive.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Even if Jack Sylvane didn&#8217;t know Flynn, it doesn&#8217;t mean there weren&#8217;t people who wanted him dead.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: So . . . you&#8217;re implying, that Sylvane&#8217;s being used by someone, that he was told to do this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: I don&#8217;t think I was implying it. I thought I was saying it.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[door opens]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc comes rushing in to the house motioning to Rebecca.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What have you got?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Listen, Jack&#8217;s wife remarried. Only get this &#8211; - wasn&#8217;t just some guy. She married Jack&#8217;s brother.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: She&#8217;s still alive? Jack could go looking for her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: She&#8217;s dead. But his brother, he&#8217;s still alive. And if Jack knows that . . . whoa.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Right. He could be next.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They start for the door but Doc stops her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: What about Eliot Ness? Won&#8217;t he be pissed if we leave without him?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser is seen talking on his cell phone looking out the window.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I wanna find Jack. I wanna know what happened. And he&#8217;s never gonna tell us. So . . . are you with me?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc nods and smiles.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: All the way.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 20</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[knock at door]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A door opens to reveal Jack Sylvane standing outside.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Hi. Can I help you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I&#8217;m Jack. Uh . . . I&#8217;m looking for Alan Sylvane?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We now see a man, older than Jack, standing in the doorway.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: I&#8217;m Alan Junior. I&#8217;m his son.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Uh . . . our dads were friends.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: Come on in.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The man lets Jack into the house. Jack walks in as the man goes around a corner.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Man: I&#8217;ll get dad.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks at some pictures on a shelf. We see a woman with a man along with a number of baby pictures of a boy. Jack turns away and continues to look around the room. He picks up a picture from a table and looks at it. It is a picture of the man and woman with a youns boy between them. They look happy.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 21</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see the visiting area at Alcatraz. The woman from the pictures is holding a phone to her ear talking to someone on the other side of the barrier. It is Jack. He is smiling at her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alcatraz – visiting area – 1960.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: How are your flowers?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: [laughs] Um . . . the roses, they grow, but . . . the tulips are dying.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The woman has a distinct east European accent.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack pushes the button to talk back to her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I&#8217;m sorry to hear that.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Last month I come and . . . they say you are ill? </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I&#8217;m good now.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: I&#8217;m worried. And . . there is no one I can ask.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I&#8217;m sorry about that.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The woman is starting to look sad and anxious about something.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Your brother, uh, Alan, says hello.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: He&#8217;s looking out for you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: I must, um . . . ask you for something.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Yeah, anything. Anything you need.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They stare at each other and realization of what is happening starts to show on Jack&#8217;s face.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Oh, no.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Oh, please, you must let me go.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Please don&#8217;t do this, Sonya.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: I have to.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Please don&#8217;t do this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Please . . . you must let me go.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Don&#8217;t do this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Give me a divorce.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: No. No. No. No.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Jackie, I can&#8217;t do this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack stands up and turns away from the area.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Woman: Jackie &#8211; -</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack turns suddenly back and screams.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: No!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack turns and picks up his chair and throws it at the wall as the guards rush at him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Ah!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guard: That&#8217;s it, Jack. You&#8217;re done.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack turns back towards his wife as the guards wrestle with him. His wife lowers her head and rubs her eyes.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Guard: Back to your cell, Jack!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack is quickly escorted away by two guards.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 22</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[metal clanging echoes]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see Jack still holding the picture of his wife with another man and a boy. Alan Jr. walks in to the room behind him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr.: That&#8217;s my mom. She died four years ago.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: You have her eyes.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">An older man enters the room and Jack turns to him. The man stops suddenly when he sees Jack. He drops a glass of water he was carrying and is breaks when it hits the floor.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Hello, Alan.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan: How?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They stare at each other for a few seconds.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan: You look the same.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr. looks from his father to Jack. Jack looks back at the picture he is still holding.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: You got old.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan: They told me you died. I threw dirt on your coffin.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks back at Alan.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Did she suffer?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan nods slightly.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan: She got cancer.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks back at the picture.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan: She suffered. What happened to you, Jackie?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks up.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: What happened was . . . </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks at Alan and starts towards him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: My brother married my wife.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr. is still glancing between Jack and his father, looking very confused.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack moves closer to Alan.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: And nothing that came after that . . . matters worth a damn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack walks up to Alan. He pulls his gun and pulls the hammer back. Jack and Alan stare at each other for a few seconds.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The front door suddenly slams open and Rebecca moves in with her gun drawn and pointed at Jack. Doc is standing in the doorway.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Police!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[muffled shouts]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca starts looking around the house. She walks in to the living room to see Alan Jr. tied to a chair. She puts her gun away and removes the cloth over Alan Jr.&#8217;s mouth.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr.: He tool my dad.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Who did?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr.: He said his name was Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: He say where he was going?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Alan Jr.: He said he wanted to find his wife.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 23</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see Jack standing in front of a tombstone in a graveyard. It is raining.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[thunder rumbling]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The tombstone reads: Loving wife and Mother</span></p>
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> Soyna Sylvane</span></p>
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> 1925 – 2008</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: It&#8217;s okay, Sonya. What you did. In my heart . . . there&#8217;s only love for you.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca appears walking towards Jack with her gun drawn and pointing at him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Turn around, Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks up at her as she walks slowly towards him.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[thunder rumbling]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Do I know you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: No, you don&#8217;t.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[distant siren wails]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Now, give me your gun. And I won&#8217;t blow your brains out.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks at the gun in his hand.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[siren approaching]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Gimme the gun, Jack. You don&#8217;t want to hurt anyone else.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks up to see Doc and Alan approaching the area. Police cars arrive and come to a stop.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I hurt people. I killed Tiller out of hate.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Police officers are seen moving in to the cemetery with guns drawn and ready.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: And the other guy &#8211; - Flynn? Why&#8217;d you kill him?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I only did what they told me.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What who told you? Jack. What who told you? Where have you been? What happened to you, Jack?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The police officers close in and take shelter behind some tombstones.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: Shoot me.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: No.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack pulls the hammer back on his gun and raises it to point at Rebecca.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Jack, put down the gun!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: No.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Do it! Get on your knees!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: This is where I belong.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[gunshot]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack recoils, drops his gun and falls to the ground. Rebecca raises her arms and spins around.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Hey! Ho! Stop!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The police lift their heads from aiming at Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack is on his hands and knees groaning. Rebecca walks to him. She grabs his arms getting ready to cuff him behind his back.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: Tell me what happened to you, Jack. Huh, what happened?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser is seen walking up to them with his gun still drawn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[handcuffs clinking]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: I&#8217;ll take it from here. You&#8217;ve done enough on your own. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He grabs Jack by the back of his collar and pulls him to his feet. He leads him away from Rebecca. Jack turns back towards her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: You should have killed me.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack is lead away by Hauser as Rebecca stands watching.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 24</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser is seen sitting in the &#8216;batcave&#8217; working. We hear Rebecca open the door and see her and Doc walk down the steps towards him. Hauser and Lucy are going over a number of files and papers spread out on a table.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: One fingerprint, as promised.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She hands Hauser the picture she too from Tiller&#8217;s home.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: So what happened to Jack?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: He&#8217;s in prison.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: A spanking new identity and a nice long life sentence.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: What about his brother?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Oh, he won&#8217;t be a problem. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: “He won&#8217;t be a problem?”</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">She looks at Hauser and Lucy, but neither act like they even heard her question.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I looked in to this Flynn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser looks at her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: No ties to Jack Sylvane or Alcatraz.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Forget about Barclay Flynn. We need to worry about our next victim.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca looks confused.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: “Our next victim”?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser glances over at Lucy.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Lucy: Jack Sylvane was just the beginning.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca and Doc look confused.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You knew this was gonna happen.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser says nothing, he just looks at Rebecca.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: That&#8217;s why you&#8217;re here. You&#8217;ve been waiting for this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: A very, very long time. Come with me.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser opens a sliding metal door to reveal a room with pictures on bulleting boards along both walls and a table in the middle of the room. The pictures are all in black and white, one wall is all prisoner mug shots, the other side has guard photos.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser stays in the hall as Doc and Rebecca walk into the room and start looking around.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Meet the &#8217;63s. 256 prisoners on the right. 46 guards on the left. On March 21, 1963, Alcatraz officially closed due to rising costs and decrepit facilities.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a flashback replay of the first scene in the show. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: All the prisoners were transferred off the island. Only, that&#8217;s not what happened. Not at all.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Head Guard from flashback: Radio the station. Tell them to send everyone. Kid. I don&#8217;t know where these men went or what happened to them, but we need to do our job. You understand me? What&#8217;s your name?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Younger guard: Hauser. Emerson Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Back to the room, Hauser walks in.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: The worst criminals this country has ever known are coming back. They&#8217;re coming back to our streets, and no one&#8217;s gonna be able to find them because they don&#8217;t exist.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca and Doc continue to look at the pictures. Rebecca finds one and takes interest.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: 2002.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The picture is labeled Inmate/Madsen J. Thomas. The camera scrolls up to reveal the man who killed her partner.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: My grandfather wasn&#8217;t a guard. He was an inmate.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc grimaces and looks away. Rebecca continues to stare at the picture as she flashes back to when her partner was killed. We see her partner dangling from the ledge of the building.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Flashback Rebecca: No!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see the person they were chasing looking up at her. It is her grandfather, Tommy Madsen.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We return to looking at the mug shot of Thomas Madsen hanging on the board.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: That&#8217;s him. He killed my partner. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca turns to face Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You knew this.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser just stares at her.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: You wanted me in on this all along.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser walks towards Rebecca.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Oh, no. You&#8217;ve got that wrong. You&#8217;re too young. You&#8217;re too impetuous. If you want to stay and find him, you&#8217;ll have to prove to me every day that you deserve to be here.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Is anyone else&#8217;s head exploding right now?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I want in.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser pulls a manilla envelope from his coat pocket. He shows it to Rebecca.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Your transfer orders.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca reaches for the envelope, but Hauser pulls it back out of her reach.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: It&#8217;ll be difficult for you. No one can know. Not Ray Archer. Not your friends. No one. If they found out, it would be very, very dangerous.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He hands her the envelope and she takes it from him. She looks at it, then looks up at Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: I&#8217;m gonna need a partner.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser turns to look at Doc.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: What, him?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc looks over at them. Rebecca looks at Doc, then nods.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: Me? . . . Partner?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca nods again.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc: (enthusiastically) Yes! Of course yes!</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser walks towards Doc.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Good. Good. Wouldn&#8217;t want to have to kill you.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Doc chuckles. Rebecca resumes looking at the pictures.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca: So we have to find these &#8217;63s.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: More than that . . . we need to find who took them. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Rebecca stares at Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><strong>Scene 25</strong></span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see a black SUV driving down a deserted road through forest covered mountains at night. The SUV drives down a dirt road in the rain and then stops in the middle of no-where. Hauser steps out of the vehicle. He opens the passenger side door and out steps a handcuffed Jack Sylvane,</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">[thunder rolling]</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The two of them walk through the woods. Jack in front with his hands cuffed in front of him and a coat thrown over his shoulders, Hauser in back wearing his suit and an nice overcoat. Hauser has his gun drawn.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack: I know you.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Well, if that&#8217;s true, it&#8217;s news to me.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">They come to what looks to be an old abandoned concrete building in the middle of the woods. Hauser inserts a key into a panel and open a small door to reveal a modern key pad. He punches in the number 6323 and the metal doors slide open to reveal an elevator. Hauser nods for Jack to go in. They go in. We then see shiny metal elevator doors slide open to reveal Hauser and Jack in the elevator. As Jack looks at what is revealed he looks defeated.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see the room. It is a moder exact replica of the main cell block of Alcatraz. There are 2 guards standing at the end of the cell block holding modern weapons. There are closed circuit camera pointed all over the cell block. Hauser and Jack exit the elevator.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Welcome home, Jack. </span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We see Hauser and Jack closer. There are two guards at this end of the cell block as well. Hauser turns Jack towards him, reaches in his coat pocket for the key to the cuffs, and undoes them.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: You&#8217;re not gonna give me a hard time, are you?</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack shakes his head “no”, and Hauser smiles as he finishes with the cuffs. He then head butts Jack, knocking Jack&#8217;s coat off and causing him to stumble backwards. The two guards rush in and grab on to Jack. Jack looks up at Hauser.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: E.B.Tiller was my friend. Take him to his cell.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The guards lead Jack down the cell block as Hauser gets back on the elevator. The bottom row of cells open and they move him towards the entrance to one of the cells.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: Not to worry, Jack.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Jack looks angrily at Hauser as he is pushed in to his cell by the guards.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hauser: You won&#8217;t be lonesome long.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The cell doors close and the guards walk away. The elevator doors shut.</span></p>
<p align="LEFT">
<p align="LEFT"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">End of the show.</span></p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 7:  Johnny McKee</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:07:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>zardoz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Johnny McKee Directed By: TBA Teleplay by: TBAl Story by: TBA Original Air Date: February 20, 2012 Production Code: TBA Description: Madsen and Hauser hunt down Johnny McKee, a former Alcatraz inmate and vicious killer with a background in chemistry. &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-7-johnny-mckee.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Johnny McKee<br />
Directed By: TBA<br />
Teleplay by: TBAl<br />
Story by: TBA<br />
Original Air Date: February 20, 2012<br />
Production Code: TBA<br />
Description: Madsen and Hauser hunt down Johnny McKee, a former Alcatraz inmate and vicious killer with a background in chemistry. It&#8217;s a race against time before McKee horrifically poisons more innocent victims. Meanwhile, more details emerge about Madsen&#8217;s grandfather.</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 6:  Paxton Petty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>zardoz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Paxton Petty Directed By: Paul Edwards Teleplay by: Steven Lilien &#038; Bryan Wynbrandt &#038; Robert Hull Story by: Jennifer Johnson Original Air Date: February 13, 2012 Production Code: 2J5058 Description: Land Mines from the Korean War are killing people &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-6-paxton-petty.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Paxton Petty<br />
Directed By: Paul Edwards<br />
Teleplay by: Steven Lilien &#038; Bryan Wynbrandt &#038; Robert Hull<br />
Story by: Jennifer Johnson<br />
Original Air Date:  February 13, 2012<br />
Production Code:  2J5058<br />
Description:  Land Mines from the Korean War are killing people in San Francisco.  The team hunts for Paxton Petty, but will they catch him in time, or will he manage to blow the team apart?  The hunt for the &#8217;63s continues as we learn more about the secrets of Alcatraz.</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 5:  Guy Hastings</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Guy Hastings Directed By: Charles Beeson Written By: Steven Lilien &#38; Bryan Wynbrandt Original Air Date: February 6, 2012 Production Code: 2J5056 Description: Guy Hastings, a former prison guard at Alcatraz, returns. Is he still enforcing the law, or &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-5-guy-hastings.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Guy Hastings<br />
Directed By: Charles Beeson<br />
Written By: Steven Lilien &amp; Bryan Wynbrandt<br />
Original Air Date: February 6, 2012<br />
Production Code: 2J5056<br />
Description: Guy Hastings, a former prison guard at Alcatraz, returns.  Is he still enforcing the law, or is he now breaking the law, and why is he searching for Rebecca&#8217;s grandfather.  More clues are revealed in the puzzle of Alcatraz and the &#8217;63s.</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 4:  Cal Sweeney</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:42:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Cal Sweeney Directed By: Brad Anderson Written By: Robert Hull Original Air Date: January 30, 2012 Production Code: 2J5055 Description: Has another prisoner returned form Alcatraz&#8217; past? A series of robberies bear a striking resemblance to those carried out &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-4-cal-sweeney.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Cal Sweeney<br />
Directed By: Brad Anderson<br />
Written By:  Robert Hull<br />
Original Air Date:  January 30, 2012<br />
Production Code:  2J5055<br />
Description:  Has another prisoner returned form Alcatraz&#8217; past?  A series of robberies bear a striking resemblance to those carried out by former Alcatraz inmate Cal Sweeney.  The mysteries of Alcatraz continue to push the team to their limits.</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 3:  Kit Nelson</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:38:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>zardoz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Kit Nelson Directed By: Jack Bender Written By: Jennifer Johnson Original Air Date: January 23, 2012 Production Code: 2J5053 Description: A child has been kidnapped, and Doc Soto believes that the M.O. is the same as Kit Nelson. The &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-3-kit-nelson.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Kit Nelson<br />
Directed By: Jack Bender<br />
Written By:  Jennifer Johnson<br />
Original Air Date:  January 23, 2012<br />
Production Code:  2J5053<br />
Description:  A child has been kidnapped, and Doc Soto believes that the M.O. is the same as Kit Nelson.  The problem is, Kit Nelson committed his murders over 30 years ago, and he was incarcerated in Alcatraz for his crimes.  Will the team solve this mystery in time to save the buy, or will the ghosts of Alcatraz win?</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 2:  Ernest Cobb</title>
		<link>http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-2-ernest-cobb.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:36:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>zardoz</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Ernest Cobb Directed By: Jack Bender Written By: Alison Balian Original Air Date: January 16, 2012 Production Code: 2J5052 Description: A sniper is killing people, and once again, the suspect is a former prisoner of Alcatraz, Ernest Cobb. Can &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-2-ernest-cobb.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Ernest Cobb<br />
Directed By: Jack Bender<br />
Written By:  Alison Balian<br />
Original Air Date:  January 16, 2012<br />
Production Code:  2J5052<br />
Description:  A sniper is killing people, and once again, the suspect is a former prisoner of Alcatraz, Ernest Cobb.  Can the team (San Francisco Homicide Detective Rebecca Madsen, Doc. Soto, and FBI Agent Emerson Hauser) catch the killer before he strikes again?  The mystery of Alcatraz and the &#8217;63s continues to unravel.</p>
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		<title>Season 1 Episode 1:  Pilot</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:17:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Title:  Pilot Directed By: Danny Cannon Written By: Steven Lilien, Bryan Wynbrandt &#38; Elizabeth Sarnoff Original Air Date: January 16, 2012 Production Code: 296790 Description: The former Deputy Warden of Alcatraz is murdered, and the prime suspect is Jack Sylvane, &#8230; <a href="http://the63s.com/season-1-episode-1-pilot.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Title:  Pilot<br />
Directed By: Danny Cannon<br />
Written By: Steven Lilien, Bryan Wynbrandt &amp; Elizabeth Sarnoff<br />
Original Air Date: January 16, 2012<br />
Production Code: 296790<br />
Description:  The former Deputy Warden of Alcatraz is murdered, and the prime suspect is Jack Sylvane, a former prisoner of Alcatraz, who supposedly died over 30 years ago.  San Francisco Homicide Detective Rebecca Madsen, her partner Doc. Soto, and FBI Agent Emerson Hauser race to solve the mystery of this present day murder by a ghost from the past.</p>
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