Alcatraz

Unfortunately,

we're going to have to cut the tour short, folks.

It looks like that storm's moving in ahead of schedule.

And we wouldn't want you people to have

to spend the night in one of these cells.

Because it is just 5 by 9, the prisoners were able

to spread their arms and touch the walls,

so you can imagine that escape

was forefront in most of their minds.

But in the 29 years of operation,

there were no successful escapes from Alcatraz.

A wake-up bell would rouse them every morning.

And lights-out was promptly

at 9:30 each night.

And this is what it would sound like

to get tucked in at night on The Rock.

Rack 'em!

Rack 'em!

Toes on the line!

Toes on the line!

Eyes to the left! Move! Move! Move!

2nd tier, let's go!

The babe was the greatest hitter.

Hey, the Thumper was the greatest hitter of all time.

Ain't that right, Pinky? See?

My brother concurs.

How do you know?

Because I know.

Now beat it.

Leave your spoon.

What?

That's right. We need your spoon.

Herman, you know they count the silver.

I don't turn in my spoon, I go straight to the hole.

Better than the infirmary.

Ain't that right, Pinky? Much.

No one believes you're twins.

Fraternal, you moron.

Can you believe this guy?

Donovan says we're all set.

This Sunday, during the warden's homily,

we make our move.

All right, d-block will be empty.

You trust him?

Donovan? Of course not.

But I have to admit,

everything he's told us so far checks out.

You sure it's worth the risk?

Big risk, big reward, right, pally?

We pull this off,

we know that the moment we walk out of here,

we walk out of here as rich men.

There's no one the wiser.

File for count!

All right, let's move it.

Finish, boys. Let's go.

File. Line up for count.

How is it that I've lived in San Francisco

my entire life and never left home with an umbrella?

Coast guard says it could reach a 9 or a 10

on the beaufort scale in a few hours.

I'm waiting for dandruff guy to show up.

Dandruff guy?

Hauser's think tank dudes behind the door.

He doesn't tell me their names,

so... there's dandruff guy, two shirts,

glasses, and the whistler.

My God. Did you hear him last week?

He did the entire score of Les Miz.

Tell me about it.

After the last boat leaves,

he sneaks up to the main cell block

to conduct these weird experiments.

It's been going on for three weeks now.

Hauser's not here.

Now's my chance to see what he's doing.

Okay, but hurry back.

Ten minutes. I'll be back.

All right.

Just what this place needed...

Creepy lighting.

Pinky Ames.

And who might you be?

On March 21, 1963,

Alcatraz officially closed.

All the prisoners were transferred off the island.

Only that's not what happened.

Not at all.

You've reached Doc,

Dr. Soto, Doc's comics, your Doc in shining armor.

Take your pick.

Hey, I just finished Petty's files,

so I wanted to get back home before, um...

I have nothing to do.

But still.

You said ten minutes, so...

Get back or I'm going to use your coat as an umbrella.

Hey, how do you know my brother's name?

Like I told you,

I'm kind of an expert on Alcatraz.

So what do you know about us, Mr. Expert?

Your escape attempt in '61 was legendary.

- Though... - What?

I just never understood,

once you were in the tunnels,

how you were planning to escape off the island.

It always bugged me.

I even got my hands on a copy of your escape map

to retrace your steps, but...

So much has changed around here,

and the map's pretty antiquated at this point.

What do you mean, "antiquated"?

Outdated. Useless.

What are we gonna do now?

A lot of these places were restricted.

How did you...

The original was made by someone else.

I drew that one by memory.

A third accomplice.

I knew it.

Can you update it?

Get us down

into the tunnels?

Update a 50-year-old escape map?

Sure. It's no problem.

But...

Why do you...

My God.

You weren't in the tunnels trying to escape.

The gold. It's not a myth.

You guys know where it is, don't you?

Trying to save these inmates is a waste of time.

It's not a waste of time, E.B.

Nothing we do here is a waste of time.

Warden James, always a pleasure.

Father Gordon.

Deputy, we'd love to see you on Sunday.

Your words never fail

to inspire the inmates to attend.

As does the chance to leave their cells

for an extra hour, no doubt.

Mr. Ames...

Is that the reason you attend Sunday services?

For the scenery?

No, sir.

Glad to see you're still on the path.

You wouldn't be the first to rediscover

his religious beliefs behind these walls.

It's one of the reasons

I like to give the homily once a month.

I consider myself more spiritual

than religious, warden.

Care to clarify the difference?

Go on, son.

Speak freely.

Spirituality is for those seeking understanding.

Religion is for those seeking reward.

An endeavor of your purview, if I'm not mistaken.

May I take your coat, sir?

Stop.

Almost forgot.

Wouldn't want you to try and sneak a peek before Sunday.

Bathroom break, officer Donovan?

Sure.

You bring what I asked you for?

Five minutes.

Watch the door.

Doc?

What am I whispering for?

Doc!

Anybody here?

Wait, the hole?

I can't have you tagging along.

I can't let you go. You see my conundrum?

But I'm not a big fan of small, dark places.

I'm willing to risk it.

Wait, the third accomplice...

Was it Stroud? Nicky Morgan?

I really want to kill him.

- Cal Sweeney? - Come on.

Our map was off and we run into an expert on Alcatraz?

Talk about Karma.

Besides, we might need him.

Wait, wait, wait, was it Sonny Burnett?

All right, Pinky, we don't have a lot of time.

Hurry up.

They already know too much.

Come here. Come on.

- Hurry up. - Don't rush me.

All right, hurry. Go, come on.

That looks good.

Go. Go!

All right, shift change!

Move it, lags!

Let's go.

Wrap it up.

Come on, let's go! Let's go!

I need more time.

Let's go.

Come on, boys. Move it in.