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My name is James A. Johnston and I am the warden of this institution.

When you break the laws of society, they send you to prison.

When you break the laws of prison, they send you here.

Now this is a fortress over a mile from dry land

surrounded by freezing water

and home to this country's most dangerous criminals.

And it is meant to be hard

because we are not primarily seeking to rehabilitate,

we are seeking to punish.

So let's get something straight.

Your life is no longer defined by the outside world.

Your reputation as a criminal and as a human being

counts for nothing in here.

Here, you are just a spoke on my wheel.

Now, it's my hand that turns this wheel.

You do your time quietly and peacefully, my wheel keeps spinning round and round.

And happily we can move forward.

You do anything to slow my wheel down, or bring it to a halt

and I will rain down so much fire and brimstone on you,

it will make the good Lord himself jealous.

Week in the hole,

that'll seem like a summer vacation.

And for those of you who haven't bothered to listen because

mm, perhaps, you're harboring some hopes of escape,

I suggest you listen to this.

This prison has the highest level of security

on God's green earth.

No one has ever escaped from here.

And as long as I've got breath in my body, gentlemen…

no one ever will.

Welcome to Alcatraz.

Backs against the wall. Backs against the wall!

You heard him. Backs to the fucking wall.

Backs against the wall.

- You heard him, against the wall! - Backs to the wall.

Don't move a fucking muscle.

Why no keys?

- You heard him. - Backs against the wall!

Where's the fucking key?

Guess the shoe's on the other foot now, huh?

Bern, find their keys!

Fucking keys are in here.

Where's the fucking keys?!

Get off me, you fucking psycho.

Give me the keys.

What's wrong, Miller?

You worried we might wanna have some fun with you?

Or you worried you might enjoy it?

You sick bastard.

Back against the wall.

Lageson.

You think you're one real bad motherfucker, don't ya, huh?

You know, Joe, I- I don't take orders from convicts.

Hear that, boys? He doesn't take orders from convicts, huh?

Mister upstanding guard of the United States of Incarceration.

Well, let me tell you something, Lageson.

I've been to the puppet show…

and now I hold the strings.

We're standing here ready to play a little game

and you don't know what I'm capable of.

So let's dispense with the pregame and go straight to the fourth quarter.

On your fucking knees.

On your fucking knees, boy.

Down!

I'm gonna count to three, Lageson, then it's goodnight.

You can't kill me, Joe. You need me.

I got these two other little bulls for that.

Good night, Lageson.

One…

…two…

Okay, Joe.

Okay, you- you win.

Where are the fucking keys, Lageson?

-Come on! -They're on my belt.

Bern. Take them.

Find the one we need.

Pull any more shit like that

and I will fucking send you to kingdom come.

You hear me, Lageson?

Come on, Bern!

I can't find it.

What the fuck you mean, you can't find it?

- I mean-- - You've got only three.

Have you tried them all?

All right, which of you assholes has got the key to the yard?

Not all of us have the keys to every door.

Just the sections we're assigned.

So which of you assholes has got the key to the yard?!

Have you got the key, motherfucker?

I don't have that key.

Come on!

Lageson?

All the keys I've got are on the ring, Joe.

You've got all the keys.

-Try em' all again, Bern. -You should do that.

-I've tried them all, Joe. -Well, try them all again, Bern!

Come on!

If he can't find that key,

I'm gonna tear you inside out looking for it.

Hey, you're the new guy, right?

There's lots of new guys.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm Nags.

Man of few words, huh?

What's your name?

It's Clarence.

Well, you know what, Clarence?

I'm a man who knows how to get things.

Oh, yeah?

What kind of things?

Whatever you want.

I'm good, thanks.

If you don't have any money, that's okay.

There's other ways for you to get things around here.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

All right, stop.

On your feet, boy.

- Hey, sis. - Hey.

Doing okay?

Yeah, yeah.

As well as could be expected.

Uh, where's Mom and Dad?

You getting enough to eat in here?

Uh…

Yeah, yeah, I guess.

I can't say I think much of the food, though.

Where's Mom and Dad?

I'm here, that's what matters.

Alice.

Where's Mom and Dad?

They're not coming.

Why?

They, uh…

They say you brought shame on the family.

Well, so that's it?

They're just gonna cut me loose?

I'll still come visit you.

Aren't they supposed to be Christians?

What about all that forgiveness stuff?

I pray every night that they'll find it in their hearts to forgive.

Find it in their hearts?

I'm their son, Alice.

They shouldn't have to find anything.

Don't they love me?

In their own way.

- They're just upset. - Oh, they're upset?

Look where I am.

That's the thing with Mom and Dad,

they only care about themselves, selfish pricks.

- Come on, Clarence. - No, fuck them!

Clarence, please.

Look, let's…

let's just forget this whole thing, shall we?

What do you mean?

Don't come and see me again.

I'm on my own in here anyway.

No, Clarence, please!

Hey, kid.

I saw what you did to Nags in the mess hall.

You got balls, kid. I'll give you that.

You see that guy over there?

Yeah.

Well, he's a good friend of mine.

Joe Kreutzer.

Ever heard of him?

No.

Mm.

Used to run a connect group on the outside.

Christa Calla gang.

Took bank jobs up and down the West Coast.

Ended up in Chicago.

Wanna come meet him?

It's okay, nothing to worry about.

Joe's a straight up guy and I told him what you did and

eh, he'd like to help you out.

That's it.

In fact, I'm gonna take him fucking down.

Joe, this is the kid I was telling you about.

What's your name, kid?

Uh, Clarence Carns.

Clarence, this is Joe Kreutzer.

How you doing?

Could be better, I guess.

This is Marvin.

-And Sam. -Hey.

Good to meet you.

Come here, Clarence.

Business to discuss.

That, uh, buchiach you tuned up…

Nags Richmond?

He's gonna be out of hospital tomorrow.

Word around the campfire is, uh, you got a target on your back.

Yeah, no shit, that's why I hit him.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, when he gets out, he's not gonna be looking for a plaything

or asking you out for a candlelit dinner.

That piece of shit wants you dead.

Problem is, he's a connected guy.

Now, when Nags comes after you,

you could get the better of him.

Hell, you could even kill him.

But then they'd kill you.

Unless I take care of it.

You want me to take care of it?

You don't think I can handle it myself?

Fucking balls on this kid.

I told you.

No, you can't.

So, if you help me out with this…

what do you want in return?

Smart kid.

All right, nothing in life is for free.

So, what's the price?

Your loyalty.

It's important to have friends, especially in here.

Get out of here, kid.

Come on, hurry the fuck up.

What are you looking at up there?

l thought I saw your wife changing.

You wanna talk about family?

How's that, uh, useless junkie son of yours doing?

Oh that's right, he's not doing so good.

Got his head blown off sticking up a liquor store for drug money.

You fucking piece of shit.

Go on, give me an excuse.

Come on, Phil. We got better things to do.

You missed a spot.

Should've seen the kid's face when Nags hit the deck.

He goddamn shit a brick.

So, what are you in here for anyway?

Yeah, uhm…

buddy of mine, he held up this gas station in Oklahoma,

and my friend, he was, he was real nervous.

He held the gun on the guy while I was cleaning out the register.

All of a sudden, I heard this bang.

When I turned around,

clerk was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

My buddy took off, let me carry the can.

Still ain't found that son of a bitch.

Don't sound like enough to end up in here.

What else you do?

Me and a couple o' guys, we busted out of Leavenworth.

Guess you didn't get very far.

Seven days on the run before they captured us.

Not bad.

Six years back, me and Ernie Crout

busted out of McNeil by stowing away in a garbage truck.

Got picked up after three days.

Well, I guess we've all got our hard luck stories.

What's yours?

Well, robbed a bank in New Haven, Kentucky.

Did some time in Atlanta for that.

I didn't like it much.

I busted out.

Yeah, old gramps here didn't even get a mile from the place,

did you, Bern?

Fuck you, Joe.

You made a real good impression on Joe and the guys.

You know, a straight shooter.

Yeah, well, I guess I got you to thank for that.

Listen, son.

What I'm gonna tell ya, goes no further.

You understand?

Yeah.

Okay then.

We're busting out.

-Who? -Me, Joe, Sam and Marvin.

Yeah, but no one's ever escaped from this place, right?

Well, some have tried.

No one succeeded.

First time for everything.

So where do I fit in in all of this?

Well, my guess, mm, we could do with a guy like you on the team.

And you ain't gonna shit your shorts when the heat comes down.

How long they give you anyways?

Ninety-nine years.

Eligible for parole after 30.

Seems like a risk worth taking then, huh?

Take a seat, Carns.

I don't know if you know or not, but, uh,

you're the youngest prisoner we've ever had here at Alcatraz.

Yes, sir.

Now, you should also be aware that, uh,

that's nothing to be proud of.

Of course, sir.

Most of the prisoners we have here will never taste freedom again.

They will die within these walls or within the walls of another prison.

You, however, have the chance to be particularly unique.

Given your age and with an exemplary record of good behavior,

parole is still possible in your future.

So, with that in mind,

do you really think it's in your best interest

to keep company with a murderer and his associates?

A man needs friends to survive in a place like this, Warden.

Rather naive of you to consider

a group of, uh, incurable reprobates friends.

But make no mistake, Carns,

these criminals' loyalty is based entirely upon personal gain.

The moment you cease to be useful,

they will cast you aside without another thought.

With all due respect, Warden…

why the sudden interest in my well-being?

You made it very clear

we're here to be punished, not rehabilitated.

Yes, normally that is true.

But as I said, your case is unique.

You see, Carns…

obedience to authority is a biblical principle.

As it says in Romans 13:2,

"Whosoever resists the authorities, resists what God has appointed.

And those who do so will bring judgment upon themselves."

Now, by the grace of God,

I have been given the task of punishing the prisoners of Alcatraz.

Still, like most human beings, I like to keep a sliver of hope

that some of them can be reformed.

Unfortunately, hope to lead a civil life died for most of these men many years ago.

The question you need to ask yourself, Carns,

is what direction do you want to take?

And my hope is you will choose a better life.

And within these pages,

you can find a new direction that will lead you to that life.

By absorbing the wisdom within these pages,

you can find salvation and repentance.

But that is your choice, Carns.

I suggest you begin with John, 24 to 26.

That is all.

Yes, sir.

So, for the second time,

the Pharisees summoned the man who had been blind and said,

"Speak the truth before God, we know this man is a sinner."

"Whether or not he is a sinner, I do not know," the man replied.

"All I know is this, once I was blind and now I can see."

You see what he's trying to do, don't you?

What?

Turn you into a snitch.

I'm not a rat.

Glad to hear that.

Let me tell you a couple of things, Clarence.

Everything the guys on the top do is designed to keep the little guy down.

And warden is at the top.

He sees us as the little guys.

He's trying to plant those seeds of fear and paranoia.

Make us turn against each other.

Bern?

Can you give me and Clarence a couple of minutes?

Come here, kid.

So, Bern tells me he told you about the thing.

He mentioned it, yeah.

Well, if you want in,

I gotta make sure you're a stand-up guy.

I can't have a kid bricking his pants and slowing us down.

That won't happen.

That's good to hear, but seeing is believing, my friend.

You know what I'm saying?

So what do you want me to do?

There's a guy in cell block A, Micky Dallesandro.

He owes me some money.

You want me to collect?

No, that ship has sailed.

Final notice time.

Final notice?

Yeah.

H- H- How would I, uh, how would I do it?

Sam will take care of the weapon.

Well why doesn't Sam just take care of the whole thing?

Look, kid.

In my line of work, if you wanna be part of a crew,

you gotta make your bones.

If you do this little job for me,

then I can relax knowing you have the stones for the bigger job.

So when do you want it done?

Sam will get the weapon to you tomorrow.

Point the guy out.

Then it's up to you.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

Do it quietly.

Watch the guy,

pick your moment.

In and out quickly before anyone knows what the fuck happened.

You make a song and dance of this and you won't see daylight for years.

You know what I'm saying?

Okay.

Good.

Bones and stones, kid.

Bones and stones.

What's this?

Pass it onto the kid, he's fitting Dallesandro for a suit.

Says who?

Joe gave the order, Clarence agreed.

Why the fuck ain't you doing it?

Kid's gotta make his bones, Bern. You know how it is.

Go on, that's enough.

Can I have a word?

What is it?

You told the kid to put the button on Dallesandro?

You got a problem with that?

Sam or Marvin couldn't do it?

You don't think the kid got stones for it?

Not saying that, he's, he's just so young.

You brought him into this, Bern.

If he's old enough to do the other thing, he's old enough to do this.

He hasn't done this before, uh--

What?

I don't know, what if it doesn't go his way?

Don't you think you're taking the same risk

by making him part of the other thing?

It's not the same, it's different.

He could get out, start living his life again

without wasting 30 fucking years.

Why you pushing this?

I just don't think he should do it.

He's the least experienced.

Give me the job and I'll take care of it, no problem.

Look, Bern, I offered the job to the kid,

he accepted it, so let's just drop it, okay?

But, Joe--

You disobey an order of mine again, and I will slit your fucking throat.

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm supposed to give you something.

Something from Sam.

Right.

This sitting well with you?

It is what it is.

You can be honest with me, you know.

What do you want me to say?

Okay then.

I'm gonna level with you.

Never told anyone this before.

What?

I killed a few people in my time.

All business related, nothing personal.

Not that that's any excuse.

The thing is,

every time I pulled the trigger, it's like…

it's like a flame inside of me flickered.

It even went out once.

It took me years to get that re-lit again.

Look, I know this ain't gonna be easy…

but this is the life.

It doesn't have to be your life, kid.

This plan, if it works, we'll get out of here.

Go somewhere, start afresh.

Forget about this miserable fucking place and everything in it.

It's a lot harder to do that with a stain on your soul.

That's what it feels like, you know?

Some guys can put a button on a guy and feel nothing.

But this…

it stays with you.

You don't know which one you're gonna be until you do it.

I feel like,

I feel like everywhere I go, I,

I carry those ghosts with me.

You don't wanna be haunted like I am, trust me.

If I don't do this for Joe…

I become his enemy.

Overnight my chances of survival in this place fucking plummet.

Go, now.

-But-- -Just go.

If Joe and the others ask, you did this, not me.

You understand? Go!

How's it going, Bern?

Not bad.

Took him to the laundry room.

After it happened.

Yeah.

You know the rumor mill of this place is an interesting thing.

Most of the time I don't pay attention to it, but…

sometimes it throws up something that just catches your ear.

Yeah?

Like what?

A friend with the laundry…

Word around the campfire is the kid didn't close the deal.

I heard he couldn't do it.

You know, you're becoming a very strange man

in your old age, Bern.

What do you mean?

You don't know what I'm talking about?

I'm sorry.

No.

All right, Bern.

Let's get our head in the game, shall we?

Big day tomorrow.

Alcatraz, "The Rock",

the mighty escape-proof jail in San Francisco Bay,

dreaded by every American law-breaker.

It is dusk, and within the prison,

a mutiny of hardened life-term killers has become war to the death.

Armed with weapons from the prisoner armory,

the prisoners boast they will shoot their way out.

Nobody has yet escaped from Alcatraz alive.

I've tried each one at least three times.

It ain't here.

All right, get in here. On your knees!

On your fucking knees! On your fucking knees!

Joe?

You need to call this thing off.

Listen to me. Even if you did have the keys to the yard,

chances are you'd get gunned down the moment you stepped outside.

Fuck that, Joe. We come too far to go back.

That ain't true. No one's died yet.

Don't buy that horseshit, Joe.

Don't listen to him, Joe. Come on, you can change all this.

No one has to die today.

Fuck him, Joe.

If we can't get out, let's burn this motherfucker to the ground.

Take as many bulls with us as we can.

Starkly, boys,

you start killing people now,

and it will be the gas chamber for all of you.

Joe, listen to me.

We can get the warden down here right now.

All right, shut the fuck up, all of you!

I need to think!

I can't think with you prairie dogs hollering in my fucking ear!

Fuck!

How many guards do they have hostage?

Three.

Lageson, Miller, and Weinhold.

Okay.

Well, considering the strategic disadvantage

because of the hostage situation,

I don't think we have sufficient custodial strength to move in again.

Sir, we have to rescue those men.

For all we know, they could be dead already.

Precisely.

There are too many variables to consider right now.

So what are we're gonna do?

Sit here and twiddle our thumbs while those bastards run riot?

Bergen, we have never allowed a prisoner to escape from this jail.

Do you really think I'm gonna allow these prisoners to change that reputation?

No, sir.

So, as it says in Romans 13:4,

"But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bare the sword in vain.

For he is a servant of the Lord,

an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer."

So, what's our next move, sir?

Call General Stillwell.

It's time to bring in the military.

This is your final chance.

All of you.

Where is the key?

I told you, we didn't have it in the first place.

Lageson?

God's truth, Joe, all the keys I had were on that belt.

Shoot this piece of shit.

Whoa, let's not make any rash moves here, he could still be useful to us.

Shoot him, Clarence.

-Shoot him dead. -What?

Put one between his eyes, right here, now!

Come on, Clarence!

Come on, Clarence, huh?

That's it, that's it.

Come on, Clarence.

Do it.

Clarence, don't do it.

What, are you the fucking boss now?

The whole thing was my fucking idea.

Yeah, it was your idea, this totally--

Let the kid fight it out.

Come on! Come on, Clarence.

- Come on. - Wanna go, kid?

Show our rage, Clarence.

Yeah!

That's it, kid.

Choke him. Choke that motherfucker.

Choke him, choke him, choke him.

Come on, Clarence!

Yeah! Come on, come on, that's my boy.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

That's my fucking boy.

That's my fucking boy.

Put him out of his misery.

Yeah.

Put him out of his misery or I'll put you out of yours.

-Joe! -Shut the fuck up, Bern.

This got nothing to do with you.

Now, do it, kid.

That's my boy.

That's my boy.

Congratulations.

Well, that's just great.

Now what?

Now what?

Marv?

No.

No!

Joe, what the fuck?

Sam.

No, no.

- No, Joe. - It's all right, Weinhold.

-You don't have to do this. -It's all right, it's all right.

I'm gonna let you go. It's all right. It's all right. Come on.

-What? -Yeah. I'll let you go, come on.

Look, it's all right, shush.

Shush, shush, that's it.

That's my boy.

That's it. It's okay, it's okay.

It's all right, yeah, it's all right.

Why the long faces?

Motherfuckers deserved it.

You think they'd have shown us any mercy if roles were reversed?

Fuck no.

Nice one, Joe.

There are five prisoners that we know of involved in the disturbance.

Now, their leader appears to be Joseph Kreutzer.

-Kreutzer's background-- -Let me stop you right there, Warden.

I don't need to know where these men came from,

I only need to know where they're going.

And that's straight to hell.

The eyes of a nation are upon us.

The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere

march with us in this moment.

I haven't come here to issue an order to hold our position.

I'm not holding a goddamn thing.

Except the enemy, by the balls.

Our ultimate goal here is to regain control of this institution

and send a big clear message that if you fuck with Alcatraz,

Alcatraz will fuck with you.

You know, there's something I can't get out of my head.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

I've always been proud of my ability to spot a liar.

My mother, may she rest in peace,

would say, "Takes one to know one."

And I know my instinct has never betrayed me.

When Weinhold and Miller said they didn't have the keys,

they were telling the truth.

They never had the keys.

The real kicker is Lageson.

That motherfucker was convinced those keys were on his belt.

So what are you saying, Joe?

We got a traitor in our midst.

Oh, come on, you're just being paranoid.

- Am I, Bern? - Yeah.

Well, someone's fucked me over and I ain't never been fucked over.

And I'm gonna figure out who the fuck it is.

Miller?

Miller?

Shh.

Be quiet, Henry. Be quiet.

Be quiet. You have to be quiet.

Let me.

You keep the pressure on that, you keep it tight.

Let me see. Let me see.

Okay, hold it, okay.

You two will advance on the west-side exterior of cell block B.

There's a window positioned there.

I want you to drop two grenades in.

You two, same process

for the west-side exterior of cell block A.

Two more grenades in that section.

Now, they'll have a choice.

When they see those grenades come in,

they can either remain there and be blown to kingdom come

or they can run back into the corridor that leads to cell block C.

You two will be positioned in cell block C.

Soon as those sons of bitches enter, I want you to fill them so full of holes,

they'll whistle as they fall.

Bergen, I want you to take up a sniper's position

here in the warden's office.

That window has a commanding view of the whole yard.

And if, by some miracle, those bastards make it that far, shoot.

And shoot to kill.

Got it.

Okay, let's go!

You know, they say it's the quiet ones you gotta watch.

What do you say, Marv?

You having yourself a little silent rebellion over here?

I don't know nothing about that key, Joe.

I wanna get out of here, same as you.

Gonna shine a spotlight on me now, Joe?

Just giving you a day in court, Sam.

I think you deserve that.

So, what do you gotta say about this here?

I'm not a fucking traitor.

So we agree there is one?

Look, I don't know about that, Joe.

You want my two cents?

I thought we all came along on this thing

'cause we wanted the fuck out of this place.

Makes no sense to hide a key and grind this shit to a halt.

Why would anyone do that?

Well, hell, Sam, I don't know.

Maybe someone's not happy with the current leadership!

Someone's disgruntled, perhaps.

Somebody wants to stay here and make a play for the leadership!

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

You think I wanna be the leader, Joe?

Well, if you do, Sam, you remember this.

"Heavy lies the head that wears the crown."

How many people have I clipped on your say-so, Joe?

Shit, I'd take my own mother out if you gave me the nod.

And you're gonna stand there and question my loyalty?

I wasn't disgruntled before, but I fucking am now, you crazy fuck!

All right, Sam.

All right, Sam.

Take it easy.

Well… what've you gotta say about this, Bern?

Not a lot, Joe.

We haven't been seeing eye to eye recently, have we?

Planning this shit ain't been easy. There's a lot of tension flying around.

You wanna get out of here, Bern?

Of course, I fucking do, this whole thing's my idea.

True.

But maybe you got cold feet.

Maybe your eyes are bigger than your balls.

Maybe an institutionalized old fuck like you

realized that life on the outside was pretty fucking daunting.

You know, Joe, if you're on a mission to piss off every member of your crew,

well, you fucking succeeded.

You're a clever man, Bern.

You've given me a lot of words, but you haven't given me the right answer.

No, Joe, I didn't take the fucking key.

Happy now?

Jesus.

What do you gotta say, kid?

You've been the source of some of the shit between me and Bern recently.

Look, Joe, that was never my intention.

It ain't your fault.

Old Bern here has a good heart.

Took you under his wing, took care of you.

Real nice of him, don't you think?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

He's a real stand-up guy.

But here's the thing.

He's been in a criminal life for decades

and he's never risen above your standard foot soldier.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know, Joe, maybe he didn't want it.

Oh, I think he did.

The reason why he'd never been a contender for the top seat is,

his judgment is fucking suspect.

What am I supposed to do?

Just stand there while you talk about me like I'm not even here?

Back against the wall, Bern!

Get back!

Received, over.

Await my command.

Let's get down to brass tacks, kid.

I've known these guys for years.

When you do real time with someone, you really get to know them.

You've only been here a month or two.

And I'm just wondering, if you can let a broken-down old fuck like that

get in your ear, who else could get in there?

I don't know what you're talking about, Joe.

That meeting you had with the warden.

First thing I fucking did was come and tell you guys about it.

That don't mean nothing!

-Could be just covering your tracks. -Covering my tracks on what?

-Being the warden's snitch. -What the fuck?

Well, something don't smell right!

Something don't fucking smell right!

The way we fucking planned this.

We had a ten-minute gap before that siren went off!

When we grabbed those guns, that armed response was right there!

What, you think I'm the fucking rat, Joe?

Well, it makes fucking sense, don't it?

What'd the warden tell ya, huh?

Put skids on the operation, you get a reduced sentence?

-You lost your goddamn mind. -Yeah!

That's the old way down for you.

You know what, I should've smashed your fucking ears

the moment this shit started.

You fucking rat!

What the fuck?

You're making a big fucking mistake, Joe.

Whoa, come on, guys.

Bern, how many fucking years have we known each other?

It doesn't have to be this way.

Yeah. Well, you should've thought of that before you pulled a gun on the kid.

Come on, Bern, the kid's a fucking rat.

The kid's a fucking rat, Bern!

You're wrong, Joe.

The kid may be many things, but he ain't no rat.

Kid's a fucking rat. He's 'bout to go down with the dirt now.

Shoot him, I'll put a bullet in the back of your skull.

And I'll put a bullet in the back of yours.

Put the gun down, Bernie, and back the fuck off.

Fuck you.

Back the fuck off, Bern!

This kid's gonna get a bullet in the head.

-You back off! -You first, Bernie.

Grenades go in on the count of three.

One…

Back the fuck off, Bern! This kid's 'bout to go down!

-Back the fuck off. -Fuck you.

…two…

…three.

Bernie?

Bernie?

Oh, come on, Bernie.

Bernie?

Bernie?

Bar's closing, kid.

Last orders.

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, Bernie. Hang in there, man. Hang in there.

-Hang in there. -What about you?

Go on, get outta here.

It's over, Bernie.

It's fucking over.

Not quite.

The key to the yard.

Go on. Take it.

Get- get out of here.

You can still make it.

You had it this whole time?

Yeah.

Why?

I'm tired.

Go on. Leave me in peace.

There's things we regret in this life.

The chances- chances you didn't take.

- Is that one of the convicts? - That's Carns.

-Take him down. -No!

- Sir? - I said take him down, Bergen.

No, this is my prison, General. I am still giving the orders around here.

- I have a clean shot. - Take it!

-Don't! No, I said no! -Take it!

I need some fucking clarification here.

-Take it! -Don't!

Don't you dare take that shot, Bergen.

The spoon proves mightier than the bars

at supposedly escape-proof Alcatraz Prison.

Three bank robbers serving long terms

scratched their way through grills covering an air vent,

climbed a drainage pipe and disappeared from the forbidding rock

in San Francisco Bay.

It appears to be the first successful escape

in the history of the maximum security prison.

And the flight is attributed by Warden Olin Blackwell

to the deteriorating condition of the prison.

Crumbling concrete and eroding metals with five million needed for repairs.

The men the walls couldn't hold

are Frank Morris and John and Clarence Anglin.

Authorities believe that Morris, who has a superior IQ,

masterminded the escape.

Ironically, the wanted posters

offer only the nominal reward of 50 dollars each

for information leading to the arrest of the prisoners.

They painstakingly fashioned dummies

of plaster with hair of paint brush bristles

to stand in for them during cell check

while they covered an escape hole with a cardboard grill.

All of this was within easy visual range of the guards in the gun galleries.

They climbed drainpipes to the top of the cell block

and then slid down vents to the ground.

Again, all of this within sight of guards.

The escape triggered the greatest man-hunt in San Francisco's history

as agents of the FBI, Coast Guardsmen, Highway Patrol,

sheriff's deputies and local police join in the search.

Whatever their fate, the three convicts have apparently accomplished a feat

that many have tried with no success.

When did you get out?

This morning.

So…

What do you want?

Just to talk for five minutes.

Okay.

Thanks.

Haven't seen this photo of us in years.

I always liked that one.

That's the last picture of us together

before you went to prison.

You know, I tried to visit you so many times

in those first few years of your sentence.

They told me you refused visitors.

Yeah, I was a foolish kid back then.

Full of anger and confusion.

I figured you wanted to cut off all contact, so…

I just stopped trying.

I understand.

Why are you here?

I was hoping that maybe one day

I could earn your forgiveness.

You know what Mom and Dad would have said about forgiveness.

Only God forgives.

Yeah.

I'm guessing you need something a little closer to home.

You know, Alice, I…

I've so many regrets.

I never should have cut myself off from you.

Family always meant the world to me.

So when Mom and Dad hurt me, I spent years resenting everyone for it.

I couldn't deal with my feelings.

I was just a stupid young punk who was scared and desperate.

I see the truth now.

You were all that I cared about most in this world.

And I lost you.

And now I know it was all for nothing.

You have to know that I had a whole different future planned.

It wasn't easy growing up with our parents.

We all make mistakes, especially when we're young.

I want you to know, I don't hold anything against you.

I never did.

You've always been my brother and you always will be.

I just wanna be in your life again.

Be a brother to you, finally.

I'd like that.

So for the second time,

the Pharisees summoned the man who had been blind and said,

"Speak the truth before God. We know this man is a sinner."

"Whether or not he is a sinner, I do not know," the man replied.

"All I know is this, once I was blind and now I can see."