02x10 - Anatomy of a Prison Break

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Wake him.

It's gonna be alright.

Doctor's on his way.

Kowalchek, can you hear me?

Hurts.

I know it hurts.

Lincoln Recreation Area.

We've had an injury on the field, sir.

- Bad? - 'Yes, sir.'

Get them inside.

[man on speaker] 'Attention, return to quarters.'

'Clear the recreation area immediately.'

'Return to quarters.'

- Stay. - I'm right here.

Who did it?

I...I wouldn't have told.

Told what?

Bust-out. Big one. g*ns.

When?

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[male narrator] The FBI.

A Quinn Martin, Warner Bros. production.

Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Also starting Philip Abbott.

Stephen Brooks.

With guest stars, James Broderick

Carol Rossen, Joseph Campanella.

Tonight's episode, "Anatomy Of A Prison Break."

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- Any weapons? - No.

[male narrator] Mason Ridge, Colorado is a maximum security

federal penitentiary holding 2700 prisoners.

Some are America's most dangerous criminals.

Convict Joseph Kowalchek had been k*lled

by a filed down tooth brush

a weapon that could have been made

in any cell in the prison.

None of the men close to Kowalchek had seen it before.

There were no eye witnesses to the m*rder.

But the K*llers had to be apprehended

as quickly as possible, for their motives were clear.

Kowalchek had been silenced

because he had learnt of an imminent prison break

and could not be trusted with the information.

The FBI's orders, uncover it and stop it.

And that's all the information you've got.

Alright, I'll have a special project team

out there by 2:30, Colorado time, Air Force jet.

I talked to the SAC, Denver.

Two men were with Kowalchek when he died.

An office named Wilson and the warden.

Both agree he used the word "g*ns."

It just

doesn't make sense.

Nobody could get g*ns past the electronic scanners.

Maybe they're on the prison grounds already.

g*ns in Mason Ridge?

Well, that's a nice little nightmare to conjure with.

One g*n across an officers neck, and they've got a hostage.

Access to the arsenal, to the cells

unrack the doors on one of those blocks

and you set enough cut throat's free to gut half of Colorado.

How'd you like to see Jack Ferro loose again

with a g*n in his hand? Or Kelly or Stevens.

Or the kidnapper Moline.

I'll call you from Denver.

Lewis.

We can't even afford an attempt here.

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Here's Kowalchek's federal record.

Prior state and local records.

Third year of a wanted attempt for extortion.

How do he stand out there, Ken?

- Was he light? - Hated.

Child molesting. Nice boy.

'You name it, he did it.'

Blackmail, obscene telephone calls.

- Who's his cell mate? - Richard Larken.

Larken was in the prison hospital

when Kowalchek was, uh, m*rder*d.

A very sound alibi.

He works in the prison print shop.

He dropped a keg of lead on his foot.

Would you say he's a leader?

You mean, is he smart enough to mastermind a plan like this?

I'm not sure. But I don't think so.

Hmm. Whose headman in the print shop?

A lifer named Fritz Moline.

Anybody else work there with him?

Paul Thorne.

- And they're close friends? - Yeah, very close.

Well, who's Moline's cell mate?

He doesn't have one right now.

Uh, let me, let me talk to the warden as soon as possible.

Dorothy, get in touch with the warden at Mason Ridge

would you please? Ask him if he can see Inspector Erskine

'and Special Agent Rhodes later this afternoon.'

- Ken? - Hold on a minute.

Jim will go out alone.

Make that an appointment with, uh, Mr. Rhodes only.

Jim, screen all the Mason Ridge inmates.

Read out any names I might have sent out there.

Anyone who might recognize me.

Lew, what do you have in mind?

Moline needs a new cell mate.

You wanna send someone in there, Lew?

I wanna go in myself.

Now look, you're dealing with an expulsive situation here.

Call Warden Harris in Emmett, Texas

tell him I'll need a name

a cover story and a transfer

from Emmett to Mason Ridge.

Right.

Has, uh, James gone over

the whole place for weapons?

Yeah, clean as a whistle.

Says that any big bust-out

it'd have to be supplied from the outside.

Now, get me a run down of all Moline's friends in prison, out

just released, all of 'em.

Alright.

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Keep it.

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[exhales]

[door opens]

Hi, Sassy.

Hello, Frank.

Hey.

Hey, now, what's the matter?

Oh. Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, there you were and..

I didn't know what to say and then..

...then you said, "Hi, Sassy."

And that just pulverized me.

- It's just what? - Pulverized me.

Well, I had pulverize in vocabulary.

You see, I've been going to school at night after work.

Well, you don't have to cry about that.

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So this is your new house?

It's yours.

Big.

Well, it really isn't it. It just seems big af..

Uh, now, come on after a cell, right?

'Right?'

Right.

You see, Sassy, we're gonna have to pretend I never did any time.

We're not gonna have much to talk about, are we?

The big chunk out of my life.

It is out of my mine too.

- So now we start over, huh? - Uh-uh.

Was it bad?

I'll tell you what it really was.

It was boring, not bad.

Till I met Moline, Thorne and Larken.

- Who? - Friends.

In for the same thing as me, bank jobs.

Except Larken didn't go in for any of these

two bit boost knock him over

a quarter of a million at a time.

But the smartest man I ever saw.

Yeah, but, Frank, he was up there too.

Not for long.

You'll like him, Sassy, we're going to do business together.

What business?

Well, uh..

Frank.

Eight years out of my life, Sassy.

Frank, you're just going crazy in this town for mechanics.

I cut out a couple of want ads out of paper.

Oh, Sassy, do you know what I'm saying to you? I love you.

I love you, no more small time jobs, credit payments.

Worry, worry.

Oh, I'm gonna buy you the biggest car.

The longest fur coat.

Hey, how'd you like to go to, uh, uh Rome?

- Frank, I want you. - I'm here.

To keep. I don't want you to make any more mistakes.

Don't worry.

I only made one mistake in my life.

I got caught.

[Jim] 'The cons that happen to have a secret nickname'

'for Warden Harris, what is it?'

Gargoyle.

- 'What do they call a Steward?' - Belly rubber.

- 'What's his favorite dish?' - Chili Mac, twice a week.

At least.

'First name of the associate'

'warden's wife?'

He hasn't got a wife.

Who is Spencer Davis?

Come on, who is Spencer Davis?

A con, k*lled a screw in '58.

- How was the case disposed? - Tapped him.

- Your full name? - Philip Donald Lewis.

What were you charged with, Lewis?

Bank robbery. Where do you think I got this, playing badminton?

- Where you from? - San Francisco.

Where? Frisco?

San Francisco, Charlie, San Francisco.

That's very good.

You are Inspector Erskine?

Lew, Warden Mark James.

Oh, warden, how are you?

I'd like you to meet your contact.

This is Supervisory Officer Allen Wilson.

- Inspector Erskine. - Wilson.

And Mr. Rhodes asked us to transfer six men

who might have remembered you.

Yes.

'Oh, they'll be gone by tonight.'

You'll come in tomorrow morning

and be assigned to Fritz Moline's cell.

By the way, warden, what's Moline in for?

Bank robbery and m*rder.

He cut a policeman's throat.

I don't know

I leave you guys for two miserable days

a little hospitalization to which I'm entitled by virtue

of my long service and painful injury

and what do I find when I get back? A shambles.

Nothing done.

Dirt and grime and litter everywhere.

Our hearts plead for you, Larken.

You the trouble with you, Thorne?

You ain't neat.

You're smart, you're crafty, but you ain't neat.

[Thorne] 'Hey, Larken?'

'Did you ever figure out who cut down that cell mate of yours?'

These dummies.

You kidding?

They question you.

Man, you know it. FBI, guards.

I hope they get the guy.

'It ain't right k*lling a con.'

That's where you draw the line, uh, Thorne.

'Well, absolutely.'

I mean, we gotta stick together, man.

We can't go around k*lling cons.

Well, they're good guys, right?

There's rehabilitation for you.

Seven years in this joint

and he thinks the cons are the good guys.

[Thorne] 'Ah, you know what I mean?'

I mean cons outta be friends, right?

Yeah.

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Alright, come on, we got a paper to get out around here.

Let's shape up, let's go.

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Hello, Robert.

How's Texas?

Oh, couldn't be more beautiful.

I got a new mouth for you to feed.

This is your transfer from Emmett.

Philip Donald Lewis.

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Yes?

'The transfer from Emmett's here'

'warden.'

Alright, send him in.

- 'Now?' - Yes, now, of course.

'Yes, sir.'

Okay, John. Thanks.

Warden. Lisbon.

Are you sure they all know who you are out there?

Yes, sir. One of the trustees was near the control center

when I showed my identification.

- Good. What time is it now? - Ten minutes past ten.

We'll give it another five minutes.

If that's alright with you, warden.

You're running the show, inspector.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

Yeah, I hope so too.

- Inspector, may I be frank? - Certainly.

I think you're making a mistake.

If you wanted to set Philip Donald Lewis

up as a dangerous prisoner.

There are a thousand different ways you might have done it.

Sure, there are, but I wanted to set him up

as an inmate the FBI was interested in.

It could have been planted in the day or so.

It'd give you a chance to look around, get your bearings.

See where the threat might come from?

Suppose we don't have a day or so, warden.

Inspector, if Kowalchek's K*llers jump

to the wrong conclusion.

If they decide that Phil Lewis is a little too cozy

with the authorities, you're life won't be worth five cents.

Well, then I'll have to be especially careful, won't I?

Inspector.

Warden, look, the only way

I can get through to Fritz Moline fast

is to knock him off balance and keep him there.

I can't go to him with my story.

He's gotta be puzzled enough to come to me.

And he's gotta trust me enough to take me into his confidence.

You're asking an awful lot.

There's an awful lot at stake, warden.

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She's clean. She's got all new rubber.

I'll take it.

Now, when you consider our 90 day complete guarantee--

I said, I'll take it.

What?

Well, fine, if you'll step into our office

we'll work out the terms.

This is the only place in town where you'll get a--

I don't need any terms, I'll pay cash.

I'll, uh, I'll get you your papers.

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I'm looking for Miss Esther Durbin.

Well, if you're from the finance company

she just skipped the country.

If you're a talent scout, that's me.

I'm Frank Potter, friend of Fritz Moline's.

Oh, uh, he told me to tell you the best place

to get a tan in December is Acapulco.

Mr. Porter.

What can I do for you?

Oh, yeah, couple of things.

Butane burner, cast iron pot and a quite room.

Well, how big a pot?

Well, I've accommodated a lot of Fritz's friends

for one reason or another, but that's a new one.

When do you need it?

- As soon as possible, tonight. - Fine.

Room D.

Hey, Porter...you were in Mason Ridge with Fritzy?

- Mm-hmm. - 'Just out?'

Well, it's awful lonesome up here.

There's not a soul around.

- 'Where you going?' - Home.

- To a girl? - My wife.

- Wife? Oh, does that matter? - It does to me.

Well, it takes all guys, doesn't it?

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Here it is.

New rooming partner for you, Moline.

Well, good. Just in time. I was afraid I'll lose my touch.

Take any bed.

Wife any better, Al.

You know, Shirley

picks up a cold, hangs on for 2 months.

Hey, you try the lemonade and whisky root?

Get it to sweat, that'll do it.

What's your name, buddy?

What's your name, buddy?

Look Fritzy, if you didn't know my name ten minutes

after I walked in here

you better get yourself a new grapevine.

How was Emmett?

That's better, Fritzy.

Well, I was beginning to wonder if you boys had a grapevine.

Oh, you bet we got a grapevine Lewis

And we got a pip.

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Nice player.

Yeah, very nice.

Kind of a shame the team's gonna lose him so quick.

When do we do it?

I think he's legit.

I talked to him at lunch, he knows

as much about Emmett as I do.

He's a plant.

- I don't see how you know-- - Thorne!

Why would the warden of this great noble institution invite

a humble prisoner like Philip Donald Lewis

into his office when a fed was there too?

Can you answer me that?

No.

We'll do it tonight.

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Hey, Frank, what's the matter? Did you forget your key?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my husband.

- Mrs. Porter? - Yes.

- He's not at home then. - No.

When will he be back?

Well, I just couldn't say.

Uh, who'll I say called?

Oh, it's alright, I'll wait in the car.

Well, might be quite a while, see he's gone looking for a job.

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Yes, sir.

I'm doing some plumbing on an apartment house

remodeling some baths.

I need a couple of pigs of lead.

Ah, is this gonna be cash or charge?

- Cash. - Okay. Cash.

- How many? - Uh, two.

Two. Alright.

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What's the matter? Hurt your leg?

Yeah. Fell in the shower.

Well, you better be careful.

I hear more people are k*lled in showers than any place else.

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Fritzy, baby.

They lay one finger on me

and this goes in your gut.

Oh, you're smart, stoolie.

Never go into a dark alley unarmed, huh?

Look, Fritzy, I don't know what your problem is

and I don't care. All I want is to be left alone.

I got enough problems without these punks of yours

making waves.

What's your real name, Stooley?

J. Edgar Hoover

That's why the warden asked me to talk to this FBI fella.

So we could plot our next move

in the unending w*r against crime.

Why did the warden have you want to meet

the FBI man, Mr. Lewis?

Why do you think?

I wouldn't have any idea.

To let me know the feds were watching every move I make.

Why would the feds be watching every move you make?

'Why were transferred out of Emmett?'

- Now, look.. - Why?

'Cause they thought I was planning a break.

Were you?

Are you?

Got a few ideas.

Ah, Lewis, cool it.

Well, sure, Fritzy.

Anything your little heart desires.

I said, "Cool it."

There are bigger things into works.

Like what?

They don't concern you.

We need an investigation right now

like we need a six months in solitary.

So cool it.

'Cool it.'

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[grunts]

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[grunts]

[grunts]

What happened?

You alright, Lewis?

I asked you, "What happened?"

[sighs]

Well, I'll tell you..

I slipped on a piece of soap.

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Alright, get out.

All of you!

Go on!

[panting]

[engine revving]

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Mr. Porter?

Vic Kirby. It's quite a tan you've got.

Looks like you've been in Acapulco in December.

Uh, Fritz told me you'd be around.

- What do you need? - Three g*ns. .25 caliber.

Ammunition for mine.

Non-traceable.

It's guaranteed.

You want 'em delivered, or do you want to pick 'em up here?

Well, I'll be, uh, going out myself for a little while.

I suppose I'll drop by your place.

It's a 1000 down.

I'll pick up the rest from Fritz later

when I see him.

Alright?

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Hi, Sassy.

Hey, I'm sorry, I'm late.

I got hung up.

Is that right?

Excuse me.

Sassy..

...what's wrong?

What's goin' on, Frank?

What do you mean?

I mean, what's going on?

Come in here with the truck.

Heaven only knows where you got it.

Talk to that man out there on the lawn

and I...found this in your other coat.

Well, you mean to make a habit of going through

my other coats, Sass?

Sure will, when I get scared enough.

Well, you scared right now?

'You bet I am.'

Of what?

Well, for one thing that fella that you met out there.

I'm no kid out of a convent. I-I know a hood when I see one.

Well, we'll talk about it later.

I got some things to do.

Like seeing some more hoods?

No. It's business. It's for you.

Quit, it, Frank. It's not for me.

I don't want any of those clothes or Rome

or all that craziness.

You don't know what you want!

Is this what you want?

Furniture that's out of style five minutes after you buy it!

A roof that leaks in the first rain!

Maybe if that's all I can afford.

No. Not my wife.

No!

- Frank, please. - No!

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Frank, whose idea was this? Yours?

Moline's.

He had to figure a way to get the g*ns

by the scanners at the gate.

So he figured

well, bury 'em in lead.

It was about five years ago.

It took him a while to get transferred to a pint shop.

Set things up.

Patient man, Fritz.

Uh, b*ll*ts?

Already in the shop.

He made the casing and the slugs himself.

Porter was brought in by friends.

Grain by grain.

Now he re-melts this... and he's set to go.

[chuckles] And then what?

Couple of big banks?

The biggest.

Frank, how about taking me along, huh?

You know, the minute you walked in here

I said to myself "Wow, that's a man."

That's the one.

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'Still the wife?'

Still the wife.

Why?

You said yourself, she wouldn't go along with this.

- Oh, she will! - Oh, Frank, she'll wreck you.

Look, mark my words, she'll..

Don't go back there, huh?

- Stay with me. - No!

Can't you get it through your head

I'm doing this for my wife!

For Sassy!

Now you clean up this mess and get out of here.

Just as fast as you can. Faster.

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[Lewis] 'Fritzy..'

Tell me, why should I go into this thing blind?

How do I know it'll work?

Because I tell you it will.

Because there has to be one man in charge.

One, not two, not a half a dozen, one.

Now if you can't accept that, buddy boy

then you just better bug out.

Forget the whole business.

What about g*ns?

We'll have them. .25 caliber.

When?

Any Friday from now on. Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow?

Depends on how fast Frankie can work.

Who's that? Your outside man?

Hmm.

Can you trust him?

I checked him out before I brought him into it.

Well..

Okay, I'll go along.

Just one thing.

Maybe you better stall a while.

You know, give my friends a chance to cool it with me.

I will, if the stuff doesn't come in tomorrow.

If it does, we have to go, take our chances.

It'd be the biggest break ever.

Remember that, Lewis.

So, I hit the armory first

let anybody come along who wants to go.

Uh, Fritzy..

...how are you getting get your g*ns past the scanners?

Don't worry about it. It's all arranged.

Where did they assign you?

Bakery.

'Alright, if we go'

'pick you up around 3:30.'

'Hit the armory first.'

But like I said, "Depends on Frankie."

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And that's all you've got to say for yourself, Moline?

Sir, I don't know what story the others told you

but I'm telling you the truth.

We were all just getting ready to shave

when Lewis' foot must've hit this bar of soap

and down he went.

We weren't fighting. We had nothing to fight about.

- Okay, who's next? - 'Lewis.'

Send him in.

That's all.

'And thanks, Moline for your co-operation.'

Yes, sir.

'And now, Lewis, let's have your version'

of the accident in the shower.

The outside man's called Frankie.

That's all?

Ex-con. Probably just released.

Frank Russell Porter. Worked in the print shop.

Wife, Sarah, address



Call Rudd.

The g*ns may be delivered today.

How?

One of your regular Friday shipments.

Probably to the print shop.

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Frank Porter? FBI.

'Just stay where you are.'

Hold it!

[g*nshots]

Frank! Frank, you alright?

Get an ambulance, Ken.

Sassy.

You'd have come with me, wouldn't you?

You really would have come with me.

- Yes, Frank. - Yeah, yeah.

We've had a time, I tell you.

You'd have been beautiful.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh.

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Open it.

Gorgeous.

Yeah.

Okay. Let 'em cool.

Too hot for that, Moline. FBI.

It's all over.

Stoolie, five years I waited for this, five years.

Move it.

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[Jim] 'It's quite an arsenal.'

They made the b*ll*ts themselves?

Took 'em two or three years, apparently.

By the way, we picked up the g*n supplier

on the tip of Mrs. Porter.

Man by the name of Vic Kirby.

He had enough a*tillery for rent to start a good size revolution.

What about the Durbin woman?

She's under arrest.

Motel had been used as a hideout before.

Well, warden, thanks for your hospitality.

It's a nice place to visit

if you wouldn't wanna to live here.

Uh-huh.

Say hello to Arthur for me, will you?

I'll do that.

[male narrator] Parole violator Frank Russell Porter

was returned to Mason Ridge Federal Penitentiary

to serve out his sentence.

Richard Larken, Paul Thorne and Fritz Moline

were convicted of the m*rder of Joseph Kowalchek

and are awaiting execution ending final appeal.

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