Alcatraz (2012): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Ames Bros. - full transcript

Next fiends to return are giant Pinky and smart Herman Ames, twin brothers who ruthlessly mounted a rare, nearly successful escape in 1963. Also back is Alcatraz jailer Donovan, their accomplice then, who poses as an island Ranger to trick the team. Doc, Hauser and Rebecca each get in danger while they work out that the three are after a treasure, Civil War gold, which the warden kept locked up.

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

That storm's moving
in ahead of schedule.

We wouldn't want you to have to
spend the night in one of these cells.

Because at just 5-by-9...

the prisoners could spread
their arms and touch the walls.

So you can imagine that escape
was forefront in most of their minds.

But in 29 years of operation, there
were no successful escapes from Alcatraz.

Wake-up bell would
rouse them every morning...

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 them!



- First tier!
- Rack them!

Open the gate for second tier!

- Toes on the line!
- Toes on the line!

- Eyes to the left! GUARD
1: Move, move, move!

Second 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 to the hole.

Better than the infirmary.
Ain't that right, Pinky?



Much.

- No one believes you're twins.
- Fraternal, you moron!

You believe this guy?

Donovan says we're all set.

Sunday, during the warden's homily,
we make our move. D-Block will be empty.

- You trust him?
- Donovan? Huh, 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 rich men
with no one the wiser.

File for count!

All right, let's move it.

You finished, boys, let's go.

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 nine 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.

Oh, my God, did you hear him last
week? He did the entire score of Les Mis.

Tell me about it.

After the last boat leaves, he
sneaks up to the main cell block...

to conduct these weird experiments.
Been going on for three weeks.

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.

Oh, just what this place
needed, creepy lighting.

Pinky Ames.

And who might you be?

On March 21st, 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 file, so I
wanted to get back home before, um...

Wow, I have nothing to do.

But still...

uh, you said 10 minutes, so get back or
I'm gonna 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 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, uh, so much has changed, the
map's pretty antiquated at this point.

- What do you mean, "antiquated"?
- Outdated. Useless.

What are we gonna do now?

Huh?

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.

That's no problem.

But...

why do you...?

Oh, 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?

Can't have you tagging along, can't
let you go. You see my conundrum?

But I'm not a fan of small, dark places.
- I'll risk it.

Wait, the third accomplice.
Was it Stroud? Nicky Morgan?

- I wanna kill him.
- Cal Sweeney?

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

Talk about karma.

Besides, we might need him.

Wait, was it Sonny Burnett?

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

Not too much.

- Hurry up.
- Don't rush me.

Gentle, gentle, gentle.

All right, hurry, come on.

Oh, that looks good.

Go.

All right, shift
change. Move it, lags.

- Let's go. Wrap it up! GUARD
2: Come on, let's go. Let's go!

We need more time.

Clean your station up, you
should've been done by now.

Let's go.

Come on, boys, move it in.

It's not that bad.
The pinky finger.

Huh, what?

It was an accident.
You understand?

We need the doctor. Kitchen accident.
- What happened?

- Band saw got away from him.
- I'm not talking to you, Ames.

It slipped and I...

- I cut it off! DONOVAN:
You heard him.

Show's over. Clean it up,
move it out. Let's go, move it!

Just take me to the
infirmary, please!

Single file, let's go,
move it out, men.

- Officer Donovan.
- Archer.

Sorry about the mess.

Doc?

Come on, Doc.

Who are you?

Please don't kill me.

What are you doing down here?

Two guys stayed
behind after the last tour.

I confronted them and they
chased me down here with guns.

I was hiding.

Turn around slowly.

What's your name?

Donovan.

Ranger Donovan.

How long have you
been in park services?

Less than a month.

Are you a cop?

S.F.P.D. Those two men, can
you tell me where they're headed?

I can call the mainland
from the ranger station.

So you just... Just wait
here for a second and I'll...

I think you need to
stick with me, okay?

Yeah. Of course.
You're right, yeah.

They were headed back
toward the lighthouse.

Does that help?

Let's go. Come on. Go ahead.

Where the hell is Donovan?

He was supposed to
meet us on Broadway.

I'm thinking we should
cut him out. What?

So after everything
that's happened to us...

being here in 2012, you
think it was just coincidence...

- we ran into him on the tour last month?
- No, of course not.

He was there for the
same reasons we were.

That's not coincidence or
karma. That's greed, pally.

What good will it be for a man
if he gains the whole world...

and yet forfeits his soul?
This is the word of the Lord.

Thanks be to God.

Warden James will
now give the homily.

Too often the power of Scripture
can be overdressed with oratory...

like a storefront mannequin...

postured under the
bright lights of explanation.

As if redemption was something
that needed to be sold...

on a window-lined boulevard
rather than simply offered.

I doubt it will surprise anyone
that when it comes to inspiration...

I'm more of an Old
Testament sort of a bloke.

But I think Paul's
letter to the Galatians...

Excuse me, son. You have
a comment on the Scripture?

Who, me? I was just
wondering if the Galatians...

were on Paul's list to receive
letters like we have to, you know?

I mean, could you imagine if
Paul was on the Rock? Ha-ha-ha.

No letters to the Galatians
unless they're family.

- I think I'm in trouble.
- On your feet, Ames.

You're drunk.

Toss his cell. Find his hooch.

No. No hooch. No hooch,
no hooch. Wine. Wine.

Where'd you get the wine, son?

From God's own table, warden.
- Shut up, Herman.

You'll find plenty of time to
seek understanding in the hole.

- Let's go, Pinky.
- No, not the hole.

- Let's go, Pinky.
- Not the hole.

- Arms up, Pinky.
- All right, stand still.

Give me your hands.

- We're set.
- Let's go.

- I'll take it from here.
- No problem.

They're cuffed. Herman's gassed. They
won't be giving you more trouble today.

I apologize for coming
to you directly, sir.

Herman and Pinky are
slipperier than snakes in butter...

but they're not stupid enough
to try what you're suggesting.

I don't know about that.

The brothers can be violent, but
they're usually calculating about it.

But it's like they wanted
to get sent to the hole.

They'd be the first. No
harm in asking. Shall we?

Ames.

Ames.

- Donovan!
- Lock it down!

Guard attacked.
Two prisoners loose!

Officer Donovan,
do explain yourself.

They got the jump on me, sir. I
heard them talking about escape...

before they beat me
up and threw me in.

They can't have got off the
island, not in broad daylight.

I have an idea where our two
bank robbers might be headed.

Or at least where they
think they're headed.

You two, come with me.

Lockdown!

Okay, just take it easy.

Just take it easy.

You've reached Detective
Madsen. Leave a message.

Ah, damn it.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Pick up, pick
up. Come on, pick up.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Doc's Comics. Go for Chet.

Chet! Oh, thank God. Listen.

I need you to pull the Alcatraz Park
Ranger's Rules and Procedure Manual...

from the file drawer. I need to
know if the cells at Alcatraz...

were retrofitted with release locks
in case a tourist locked himself in.

What kind of idiot would
lock himself in a prison cell?

Chet, pull the manual
in the next 10 seconds...

or I'm telling Rebecca you
own the Twilight movies.

All right, all right. Hold on.

You said there's an emergency
office in the ranger station?

- Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's right.
- Okay, good. Lead the way.

Um... What about
the other two guys?

No offense, but I can't
be responsible for you.

Oh, you're gonna need
backup. You got a spare gun?

- No offense, but you're a ranger.
- Ah, I can handle myself, honey.

I didn't show up at
sally port yesterday.

"Sally port." Interesting
choice of words.

You wanna tell me where
you got that uniform?

On your knees. Now.

- Take it easy, honey.
- On your knees now!

With me.

Madsen, I'm out.

Go.

No.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Open!

Hauser, come on.

Hold on a second.

Pinky. Take it easy. Take
it easy, Pinky. Take it easy.

We ain't getting behind that
door. We need to stick to the plan.

They're gonna pay.

All of them.

Starting with the
man in the hole.

Pinky. Wait, hold on!

You really need to let
me take a look at that.

I'm fine. The
bullet went through.

- Hauser.
- Have you ever been shot?

- No, but I know what...
- So what are we up against?

Three men, at least
one of them's a '63.

Then we should
assume they all are.

All of them back together?
What does that mean?

You know what? It doesn't
matter. They have Doc.

No, don't.

You're not hearing
me. They have Doc.

They could have killed
him in the cell house.

That means there's a
good chance he's alive.

But if you go in there with your
guns blazing, they will kill him.

What's the plan?

We have them on video surveillance.
Facial recognition will ID them.

We need to know
what they're doing here.

Then we can work out
how to go after them.

Okay, Doc, I found it. The manual
says the doors were modified...

with a safety release mechanism
at the top of the sliding door.

Chet, remind me
to give you a raise.

Because of you, my brother's dead!
- Wait! Stop, Pinky!

- Bolt cutters. Pick a hand.
- I said wait!

If he's with them, we
can use him as bait.

Get the little blondie to come to
us. Clear the way to the tunnels.

The door your friends escaped behind.
Does it connect with the dungeons?

- How many people are down there?
- A dozen. Maybe more.

- Your only chance is to run.
- If that were true, we'd already be dead.

Stand up!

There's no box for Officer Donovan,
but I have gone through the boxes...

of Edward "Pinky" Ames
and his brother Herman.

The files indicate they were famous for
pulling high-risk, high-reward bank jobs...

including coming close to robbing
the Federal Reserve bank in Chicago.

Hauser.

Don't stop.

Other than that, there's
nothing in these boxes...

that say why they're with a guard
or what the hell they're doing here.

At least nothing I can see.

Listen.

You said they hit a
Federal Reserve bank?

Yeah, why?

The 12 banks of the Federal Reserve
hold the majority of the country's gold.

- I know what the brothers are doing here.
- What?

The same thing they were doing 50 years
ago when they got caught in the tunnels.

They're looking for gold.

From the Civil War?

I read that in Doc's book, but I
thought it was an urban legend.

It is, isn't it?

Oh, my God.

To the little blond
who killed my brother.

I'm about to return the favor.

You have three minutes
to deliver yourself...

before I start
delivering your friend...

piece by piece.

All right, that's it. Let's go.

No.

Wait.

It's two against one.

But only one of them wants me
dead, the other just wants gold.

- I can split them.
- What, by using yourself as bait?

Yeah, and making sure
Donovan brings Doc directly to you.

Hauser.

Are you up for this?

No problem.

Uh, uh...

This is it, pally.

These keys don't
fit. They're padlocks.

We need to get back to the hole.

Now.

I have to hand it to you boys.

Most men draw plans of
relative pencil-sketched simplicity.

But you two?

You dipped your pens into the
inkwell of daring and creativity.

Only one problem:

You stole the wrong keys.

This one opens the door
you're standing in front of.

You never let these two keys out
of your sight. Everyone knows that.

If they don't open the door to the
gold, what on earth do they open?

None of your damn business.

Mr. Tiller. Take our two
gophers back to the hole.

Let's go. Come on. Let's go!

By the way...

you two owe me a spoon.

Congratulations, officer.

You just stopped one of Alcatraz's
most daring escape attempts.

Escape?

Sir, it's obvious they were only
interested in getting behind that door.

You're mistaken, son.

To avoid any misunderstanding...

I'm gonna make sure you receive a
commendation worthy of your efforts.

Something that'll put
you in the history books.

Unless you have
further questions?

No, sir. No questions.

Excellent.

Why don't you join me for
dinner in my private quarters?

I'm in.

Warden James. He
invited me to his residence.

He trusts you?

Do you?

You're my brother.

Do you trust me?

Then you hang in there.

I'm gonna find out what
they're doing to you.

You okay, Doc?

All right, listen up.

We know where the gold is.

My partner will open
the dungeon for you...

but only if you let him go.

Behind you!

I'll do it. I'll do it.

You are so dead.

No, no, no. Pinky. Pinky.

It's what she wants.

Wait. Wait.

Let's go. Let's go! Come on.

Open it.

I don't have a key.

- I mean, I have one but it's inside.
- Then I suggest you knock.

Please, Mr. Hauser.

Come on in.

You know you left
your gun back there.

I'll tell you what.

I won't use mine either.

That way, we'll get to
spend more time together.

Aah!

Officer.

Officer.

Come out, come
out, wherever you are.

Pinky! Uhn!

Move it.

Where is he, huh?

- Where's the old man?
- Uh...

Um, there's a back
exit. I guess he took off.

Which way? Which way? Go. Go.

The guy's middle management.
He's scared of his own shadow.

Shut up.

Which way?

This will take you
to the dungeon.

I'll stay here. I
won't tell a soul.

You won't tell a soul?

Promise?

Oh, my God. Doc?

Doc, come on. Come on, Doc.

Please, no yelling.

Okay. All right. Okay.

Doc, where's Hauser?

I have no idea.

Donovan walked me down here.
The place was empty. No Hauser.

Then he slammed me in the
window and took off down the tunnels.

It's all right. Hey, Doc, thanks
for saving my life tonight.

What are partners for?

Okay.

That'll be enough of that.

Where'd you come from?

Just curious where
you thought it was.

Oh, I know where it is.

Behind that door.

I'll tell you what. I'll
split it with you, fifty-fifty.

You really don't strike
me as a man of your word.

Don't!

- Hauser. Hauser.
- Ah.

What are you waiting for?

No!

Drop it.

This is the place.

This is the place. This
is the place. I know.

I have had a really bad night
so I am not gonna tell you again.

Drop it!

A Hmong tribesman I watched
die in the jungles of Laos...

told me a story.

About a giant eagle who
agrees to fly two men...

to a moon made of gold.

The men get greedy,
one kills the other...

and then the eagle eats
the survivor in disgust.

All Hmong fables are about
the futility of being human.

I know about the keys.

What I didn't know was that
they belonged to the warden.

If you're gonna
wiggle, it's gonna hurt.

Which brings me to some questions
that I'm hoping you'll answer.

There. See?

Why was everyone so
interested in Tommy Madsen?

The guard, Ray Archer,
what did he know?

And Warden James,
has he come back?

Is he the one that's
willing to kill for these keys?

Take your time.

Hello, ladies.