Hilltop. Cobb attaches the scope to a rifle and screws on a silencer. Again with the "One, two, three, four," and so on. He shoots a grown man, then a teen boy and girl. Soon after, Madsen and Soto arrive at the crime scene to investigate. A FunDunkers booth in the amusement park reveals the show's Vancouver bones under its San Francisco skin. Cops tell her that they've got teams checking an area 750 yards away, since it was a sniper. Just because you have a gun that can shoot 750 yards doesn't mean you'd be that far, right? Anyway, Soto is disturbed by the sight of dead bodies and tries to hold it together. They meet up with Hauser and Lucy, already on the scene. Hauser points out a few dead crows lying around. This means something to Soto: "Ernest Cobb, the Wichita Sniper, got his start killing crows for farmers." Historically, he makes three killings in three days, then goes underground. Lucy says Cobb's victims were always random. Madsen scoffs at that, then goes to chat with Soto.
They figure out that if Cobb was using his weapon of choice, an old Winchester, then he'd be no more than 500 yards away. This leads them to the hilltop, where Madsen proceeds to find a shell casing and handle it with her bare hands. If they'd been wrong and it wasn't Cobb, that really would have screwed with their evidence. Not that Little Miss Picture-Stealer would care about that. She catches sight of Alcatraz from the hilltop. "Another killer back from the Rock and we have two days to catch him," she reminds us for no real reason. Cue the crappy opening voice-over. Alcatraz!
1960. Ernest Cobb settles into his new cell with a sigh of bliss. Alone at last! Then a gabby guy in the cell next to him starts talking to him and won't shut up. Cobb starts pacing in frustration. He sees the guards take Jack Sylvane away; it's the day Tiller pissed around with Jack and wouldn't let him see his wife. Gabby says Jack is going to solitary. The wheels start turning in Cobb's head.
Hole in the Woods. Lucy pays Jack a visit and asks him about Cobb and where they've both been for the last 50 years. She's terribly polite about it. You'd think the government would have him in a lab somewhere. Jack doesn't have any answers for her. She shows him the giant key he stole from Barclay Flynn. "Did someone ask you to get it?" she asks. "I don't know," he says. In a surveillance room, some techs monitor a lie detector readout. "He's telling the truth," a tech says to Hauser. Hauser looks doubtful.