A guard walks the row at 5:00 in the morning. Three men sleeping, hair on the pillow. He moves on. The skin was paint. The hair was from the barber shop floor. The heads were plaster built over 6 months while the real [music] men scraped through concrete with sharpened spoons. Because behind every vent was a corridor. Behind every corridor was the roof. And behind the roof was San Francisco Bay. >> [music] >> On the night of June 11th, 1962, Frank Morris and brothers [music] John and Clarence Anglin climbed through the walls of Alcatraz, reached the roof, slid down a smoke stack, >> [music] >> and pushed a raft made of 50 raincoats into the bay. By morning, rubber on the water, a life vest on a beach. No bodies. Not that day. Not that week. Not in 64 years. The FBI closed the case in 1979, presumed [music] drowned. The US Marshals kept looking. Then in 2013, a letter arrived at a San Francisco police station. It said, "My name is John Anglin. I escaped [music] from Alcatraz in 1962. I'm 83 years old. I have cancer. [music] Yes, we all made it that night, but barely." The FBI tested the handwriting. Inconclusive. Not fake. Not confirmed. [music] Inconclusive. The warrant expires September 2026. After that, nobody looks [music] anymore. 64 years, three fake heads, one raft. Did they make it? [music] Like and subscribe Gray File TV. New file every day.