Carter Roy (5:55)
All this to say it was shocking when three prisoners went missing. It started early morning on Tuesday, June 12, 1962, as a patrolman walked through B block doing his head count. When Frank Morris didn't emerge from his cell, the guards shouted to wake him up. But Frank didn't move. This was strange. Inmates knew to be up for inspection or risk punishment. The guard repeated his orders. He wouldn't give them again. No response. Angry, the patrolman opened the cell and nudged Frank. Frank's head moved. Then it clattered on the floor. Disembodied, the patrolman yelped. He looked at the decapitated head and realized it was made of paper mache and paint. It had cracked when it hit the hard floor. Within minutes, patrolman found two more paper mache heads in cells normally occupied by brothers John and Clarence Anglin. Further inspection revealed loose ventilation grates in all three cells with holes leading to an underused utility corridor. Inside the corridor, they found a workshop with glues, screws, wrenches and raincoat scraps scattered about. Records showed 52 raincoats had gone missing over the past few months. A ventilation shaft hung high above the utility corridor and sure enough, it opened to the roof. On the roof, they found footprints. At that, they sounded the escape siren. Guards immediately canvassed the island and alerted the FBI, Coast Guard, Highway Patrol, army and Bay Area Police. The Coast Guard patrolled the waters, looking for the men. Military helicopters joined. Not knowing how quickly the men could be traveling, FBI agents knocked on doors in towns across the bay like Sausalito and Tiburon. They warned locals to be on high alert for escaped prisoners. With the three inmates gone, questions ran wild. Had the men had any visitors lately? Suspicious letters? Conversations? In interviews? The remaining inmates didn't provide answers. They hadn't heard, seen or noticed anything, really, except for one. Allen West. A career criminal, Allen West's years of burglary, larceny and car theft had put him behind bars repeatedly. Multiple escape attempts and numerous assaults on fellow prisoners landed him on alcatraz for the second time in 1958. In his interview, Allen west dripped smugness and oozed information. His account is the primary source for what we know about the escape because, as Allen told it, he was in on the plan. Alan's story starts a year and a half prior, in January 1961. That's when Clarence Anglund arrived, three months after his brother John. By this point, Allen west had been talking about escaping for years. It was an obsession, an unfulfilled dream. After past failures landed him in Alcatraz, he discussed the possibility with pretty much every inmate he came in contact with. Most didn't take him seriously. But Frank Morris and John and Clarence Anglin knew Alan better. Their paths had all crossed before at a prison in Atlanta years earlier. The Anglins quickly got on board with Alan's latest plan. They had lives they hoped to return to. Both brothers were in their early 30s with families and partners. Frank Morris was a harder sell. No real friends or family, but he still wanted his freedom. By early winter 1961, the goal was set. Escape, America's most inescapable prison. Now, bursting out of a maximum security prison with no resources seems like an impossible task. But they have some expertise. They've all attempted prison breaks before. That's how they got here. The Anglins were transferred in from Leavenworth Prison in Kansas, where they'd been held for separate crimes. In Leavenworth, John had tried to break Clarence out by putting him in an enormous bread box. He and another inmate attempted to carry the box outside, but got caught straining to lift something that should have been lightweight. Meanwhile, Frank Morris had attempted escape from the maximum security Louisiana State Prison five years earlier while cutting sugar cane on work duty. He and another inmate vanished. Later, the warden admitted he had no idea how they did it. Frank spent a few months on the lam, even burglarizing a bank outside New Orleans, before being recaptured and sent to a number of federal prisons, eventually arriving at Alcatraz for the remainder of his sentence. And though Allen west was mostly talk, he'd successfully broken out of a Florida prison after managing to steal a gun. But of course, he too ended up in Alcatraz. Drawing on past failures, the foursome concocted a plan that could actually work. At the back of each prison cell was a small grate. Behind each grate was an old unsealed corridor used for utility work. If they chiseled the wall around the cell grates enough to squeeze themselves through, they could access the corridor. And if they could climb the pipes inside the corridor, they could access the roof. Then just one more climb down the outside of the building. A quick sneak past the guard towers and a bolt for the beach. All they needed was proper tools and to not get caught. Conveniently, Allen west had years worth of intelligence about the inner workings of Alcatraz. He knew the cement in the cell block was rotting and porous. He could break it with a spoon, so he smuggled one from the kitchen mess and fashioned it into a chisel with a nail clipper. The Anglin brothers and Frank followed Alan's lead. They stole metal scraps from the prison workshops and made homemade saw blades. After careful observation, the men learned they had about a 45 minute window every day between guard rotations. After dinner and before lights out. With all inmates in their cells, there was a general din, instruments, radios, conversations. So each evening, under the COVID of after dinner noise, they angled small hand mirrors out of their cell bars as a lookout. Then they chiseled tiny, painstaking little holes in the cement around the vent. Before lights out, they plugged the holes with toilet paper and blended it into the wall with soap chips. Apparently, no one could tell the difference. When the holes grew bigger, they covered them with cardboard. Frank took it a Step further, expressing a sudden desire to learn the accordion and using the case to hide his chipped away wall. Meanwhile, Clarence stole hair clippings from the prison barbershop and glued them on the paper mache heads that eventually acted as their body doubles, which they tested well before the breakout. Once the grates were open, the men started crawling into the vents. At night, they climbed up the ventilation shaft to the top of their cell block, which became a secret workshop. In the midnight hours, they tackled the next pressing how to get off the island. Anyone leaving Alcatraz on official business traveled by a daily ferryboat. But for Allen West, Frank Morris and Clarence and John Anglin, getting on that boat, let alone stealing it, was out of the question. The keys were heavily guarded in a gun tower. If they wanted a boat, they'd have to build it. As maybe fate would have it. John read a magazine article about how to vulcanize rubber with heat, sealing it together and making it waterproof. And he just so happened to have a thin sheet of rubber in the form of his prison issued raincoat. He proposed they melt the seams together and reinforce the edges with waterproof glue, conveniently available in the Alcatraz Industries workshops. But they'd need a lot more than four raincoats. So Frank, Allen and the Anglins started stealing them. And as they melted together their raft, Frank realized how to inflate it. The accordion. By night, he dismantled the instrument and used the components to silently inflate the raft. To everyone's excitement, it held. This whole time, they mined information from inmates who knew the Bay area well. They asked about the strength of the tides and currents and the shortest route. The two most suggested destinations were angel island or the Marin Headlands just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. According to Allen west, they chose Angel Island. From there they could get to the mainland and steal guns and clothes. They'd use the guns to hijack a car and drive off to freedom. By June 1962, everything was in place. When the new warden went on a two week vacation, the men got their crystal clear window of opportunity. It was time to escape the inescapable.