Madsen wakes up to voices. "This is a mistake," Hauser says. "She found us, she won't stop until she finds him," a woman says. "We need her, Hauser." Beside her, Soto is just coming to. They're somewhere in Alcatraz, in a part of the prison that's been outfitted with high-tech computers and lab equipment. Regarding gassing them, Hauser explains: "We have strict protocols for dealing with intruders here." Yes, because gassing them won't raise any questions. The unknown woman introduces herself, "Lucy Banerjee." She compliments Madsen on stealing the photo from the crime scene. It was bold and effective! Hate levels rising. Madsen is suspicious because she knows Hauser doesn't really work for the feds. He says he's tracking down certain criminals for the government. Eventually, they get around to the subject of Jack Sylvane. A street camera caught him following Tiller home the other night. He should be 85, but he looks like a 40-year-old Eddie Bauer model. For some reason, Madsen is only very mildly surprised by this. When Hauser gets a call about Jack's Alcatraz uniform turning up downtown, Madsen talks her way into going with him.
1960. After his stint in the hole, Jack winds up in the infirmary. Not because he's sick, but because a doctor is taking kind of a lot of blood from him. After the doctor leaves, prisoner 2002 on the other side of a privacy screen strikes up a conversation with him. He mentions a secret layer of the prison "below the hole," but Jack just wants to mope. 2002 warns him about terrible things about to happen, but gets no more specific than that.
Present day. Madsen, Soto and Hauser wind up at the locker room and confirm with the clerk that Jack was the one who attacked him. Luckily, the clerk wrote down the number of Jack's cab.
Two uniformed cops track Jack down to a street outside a posh-looking home. They order him to show them his hands, so he does. By shooting them both in the chest. A man inside the house hears the shots and goes to investigate. Jack's already inside, somehow. "Are you Barclay Flynn?" Jack asks. "I'm here for you." He orders Flynn to open a safe and give him the small, black bag contained therein. Inside is a key nearly the size of Jack's palm. With no obvious emotion, Jack shoots Flynn dead.