(thunder crashing)
(phonograph powers up)
(slow ragtime jazz playing)
(mechanical creaking)
(chimes tinkling)
(thunder crashes)
(loud explosion)
Come on, come on, come on, you guys!
Move it! (tires squealing)
Move it, move it!
Railsback, get in the truck!
Kingston, open the trunk!
(distant sirens wailing)
Hurry! Come on, come on!
(sirens approaching)
(tires squealing)
Railsback! The cops!
(tires squealing)
(brakes screeching)
BITTNER: Railsback, get in the car!
Step on it!
(tires squealing)
Hey!
(shotguns blasting)
(yelling in pain)
Freeze, you bastard!
One move, and we'll blow your head off!
(garbled police radio transmission)
(dog barking in distance, crickets chirping)
(quietly): They gave me 20 years.
With good behavior, you'll be out in 12.
Your cut's over $4 million.
Isn't that worth waiting for?
The money was marked-- we can't spend it, either.
Where is it?
(sighing): It's in the storage locker.
You've got the retrieval slip,
and you're the only one who can get it back.
We're in this together, Dayton.
We'll wait.
So help me, Jane, you cross me on this...
Hey...
there's honor among thieves.
We are not going to cross you.
Tell him the money was in the locker?
Mm-hmm.
Think he believed you?
(inhales deeply)
By the time he's out, we'll be so far away
it won't matter.
♪ Li-Li, Li-Li, Li-Li, Li-Living in the city ain't no big deal ♪
♪ You got to have a heart made of stainless steel... ♪
(song continues indistinctly)
(overlapping chatter)
Fistful of reds goes for ten, home.
But you only give us eight.
(quietly): Hey! Not here.
You want the screws locking us up early?
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, Railsback, I need some help.
I don't lend money.
Legal help, man.
I got to get out of here.
Don't we all.
You can have this.
I need to get to minimum security.
My lawyer says it's gonna take months.
A week. Yeah, but the lawyer said...
Hey, your lawyer is appointed by the court.
He don't make any money if you get out sooner, huh?
Look, I'll do all the paperwork--
you come by and pick it up in the morning.
Come on.
Thanks.
(indistinct chatter)
(groans)
(gasping)
PRISONER: Guard! Guard!
Somebody get some help!
(alarm ringing)
What the hell?
All right, come on, break it up.
Back to your cells! Let's go!
(indistinct chatter)
RAILSBACK (chuckles): This is great!
Yeah, come on, let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
RAILSBACK (quietly): Come on, boys, beddy-bye.
(Railsback chuckles)
RAILSBACK: Out of my way, Arkwright.
(Railsback chuckles)
(Railsback grunts)
Come on, Arkwright, back in your cage.
(door creaks)
(footsteps)
RAILSBACK: Hey.
BASEBALL ANNOUNCER: ...on the mound.
Three balls to Andre Dawson.
No outs, nobody on here in the top of the eighth.
Here's the windup.
Called strike, curveball...
(laughs): Hey-hey!
Hey, Pop. Hey, Johnny.
I brought you a sandwich.
Oh, yeah? I could use it.
So, any excitement today?
Nah.
Oh, Rudy got tickets for this Sunday's game, if you want to go.
Oh, yeah? That'd be great.
(exhales) Are you okay?
My friend Billy Russo...
died of a heart attack.
He's two years younger than me.
Never sick a day in his life.
Hey, Pop, come on.
It just-just got me thinking.
I mean, with me working here nights all the time, and Mom...
Hey, lighten up.
You did a great job of raising me.
Nobody messes with Vince Ventura's son.
(baseball announcer continues quietly)
Want me to stay here for a while?
No. It's okay.
Call me if you need anything.
(loud crash) Mm-hmm.
Johnny, call the cops.
Right away.
RAILSBACK: Those bastards! Those lying bastards!
Where is it?
Where the hell is it?
Come on.
Double-crossed me.
They're going to hell.
Going to hell.
RAILSBACK: You cheated me, you bastards.
You double-crossed me.
(quietly): What?
I'll kill you. Kill you.
What are you looking at, huh?!
(loud grunt)
Pop! Come on, you...
VINCE: Johnny!
(grunting)
Pop!
(grunting)
RAILSBACK: Get off me!
(grunts)
Help me!
No!
(gunshot)
(Railsback chuckling)
RAILSBACK: There you go.
(receding footfalls)
(groans)
Pop!
(gasping): Pop, Pop...
Pop...
No...!
Okay, I heard a man's voice, something hit me,
and then when I came to,
I saw Pop, he was just...
he was just laying there.
They heard shots.
You were the only one in there.
You must have seen something.
I don't know.
I... I smelled cigars.
That's all I know, Micki.
You got to believe me, I didn't do it.
Johnny, I do believe you.
We'll get you out of here as soon as possible.
I promise.
JACK: This is just unbelievable.
Oh, boy.
What're we going to do, Jack?
Johnny's report is filled with disembodied voices and invisible attackers.
There is no jury that's going to accept
an occult explanation, even if we could find one.
They're putting him in prison until the trial.
We're going to do everything we can, Micki.
I just don't want to get your hopes up.
GUARD 1: Three prisoners for block C.
GUARD 2: Okay, move 'em in.
(prisoners murmuring)
PRISONER: Aw, they're bringing in a new one here.
(cell door buzzing) (laughing)
Hey, pretty boy. Ooh!
Hey, pretty boy.
(prisoners hooting)
PRISONER: Haven't seen any pretty ones
in here in a long time.
Don't look nervous, Nelly.
Hey, Pops, what are you trying to do, burn the place down?
Come on.
(wolf whistle)
Hey, sweet cheeks.
Arkwright, your new roommate's here.
Bunk over there.
Enjoy your stay.
(door shuts)
So, how long you been in?
Since the Dodgers left Brooklyn.
Your friends did a very good job of covering their trail.
Did you find the money?
Their names are listed on a safety deposit box downtown.
A very large safety deposit box.
(sotto voce): So, they still haven't spent it.
How do I get into the box?
Well, they each have a key.
And you're gonna need all three of them.
Where are they?
Dayton, I had to go back ten years on this.
It hasn't been easy.
Hillman, we scored $17 million in that heist.
You think about that the next time the going gets rough, okay?
(sighs)
Lou Bittner-- he lives at 1221 Sunnyside.
Dayton, if this screws up...
(chuckling): It won't.
You just worry about finding Jane and Kingston, okay?
(chuckles)
The only storage compartment to be broken into
was registered to a man called Railsback.
A man with no address
who'd stored nothing of any value.
Isn't that strange?
If we find him, we'll ask.
Look at this.
"Deposit to cover annual fees for 20 years"?
Who'd go away for 20 years?
♪ Livin' in the city ain't no big deal ♪
♪ You gotta have a heart made of stainless steel ♪
♪ If the crack don't get ya, then the bookies will ♪
♪ Livin' in the city ain't no big deal ♪
♪ I'm a typical guy in a typical sense ♪
♪ But I know how it feels to hit the pavement ♪
♪ I've been out on the street and I've felt the heat ♪
♪ I like to get down... ♪
Hey, I'm getting out in a few days.
So what do you want, a party?
I want to buy my jacket back.
Put that away, man.
Come with me.
(screaming)
(alarm blaring)
(crickets chirping)
(coins clink in slot)
(footsteps thudding)
(coins clink in slot)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
(heavy breathing)
Who is this?
RAILSBACK: Hello, Lou. Nice to hear your voice again.
(heavy breathing)
(footsteps thudding)
BITTNER: It's me.
I just heard from Railsback.
No, I'm telling you, it was him.
Relax, Lou.
If he wins parole, we'll be the first ones to hear about it.
Yeah, but how did he find me, huh?
I don't know, but you're going to have to move again
and change your I.D.
You're damn right I'm going to move, straight to Brazil.
You know how crazy Railsback is.
You know what he's going to do when he finds us.
They're not looking for the money anymore.
Let's just go get it.
We are waiting until we're sure.
This is way too much money to blow, Lou,
and we've waited too long.
Now start packing.
I'll be over to help you out tomorrow.
Yeah, sure.
RAILSBACK: Nice to see you, Lou.
Looks like you put on a few pounds in ten years.
(chuckles) Who's in here?
Over here, Lou. Where the hell are ya?
Don't you recognize me? (laughing)
Who's in here?
Where are ya?
Who's in here? Who's in here?!
Where the hell are you?!
(sharp groan)
RAILSBACK: Where is it?
Please... please, how are you doing this?
I told you, what does it matter?
Now where's that key?
(fabric ripping) (screaming)
Where is it?!
Please, please, please.
It's around my neck!
Where are Jane and Kingston? Tell me.
You'll kill me if I tell you.
I'll kill you if you don't tell me.
You cheated me, Lou.
You left me to rot in that stinking prison.
Now where are they?
Please, please let me go.
Sure, I'll let you go-- straight to hell.
(screaming)
What're you doing?
Who's the guy in the end cell?
ARKWRIGHT: Railsback. JOHNNY: I don't think he's in there.
Forget those.
The warden wants you all on the block.
Let's go.
We're looking for the weapon that was used last night.
We intend to find it.
Occupants of any cell where a weapon is found
will be going to solitary.
We'll be questioning all of you.
Start with him.
(prisoner laughs)
PRISONER: Keep them coming, folks.
PRISONER 2: We'd just as soon you go.
PRISONER: Get the whipping.
(shop bell chimes)
I got a visitor's pass to see Johnny.
And we were right.
There's a prisoner called "Dayton Railsback."
Maybe Johnny could speak to him.
Now, there are two inmates he should talk to.
Yeah, we found something in the manifest,
a World War II flying jacket sold to Woody Reese.
What's that got to do with Johnny?
I was gonna buy that jacket from Reese next week
after he's transferred out of maximum security.
What does this thing do?
It's a kamikaze jacket.
It was used by Japanese suicide pilots
in World War II.
I'm not sure how it operates.
JACK: I'd better check into that.
I'll also find what it is
that put Reese and Railsback behind bars.
You two talk to Johnny, hmm?
Railsback!
Leave him alone!
We don't need
any more trouble!
You stay out of my crib, both of you!
(grunting loudly)
What the hell were you looking for?
What, are you writing a book?
Listen, kid, guys get killed just for leaning
on the bars of another man's cell.
What are you dogging him for?!
MICKI: We looked through the manifest.
There's nothing under Railsback's name.
The only thing we found was a jacket
bought by a prisoner named Woody Reese.
Reese? Yeah, you know him?
Yeah, he's the guy who got stabbed last night.
Johnny, he's got a leather flying jacket,
a Japanese one from World War II.
Yeah. Railsback's got it.
I knew he had something to do with this.
He smokes those cigars I smell.
He had a retrieval slip from Riverside Storage.
It had names written on it.
Names? What names?
Uh, "Bittner at 1221 Sunnyside.
"Chalfont, 3567 Western.
Kingston" with no address.
All right. Okay, well, we'll talk to them.
You keep your eyes on Railsback.
Lou?
(gasps)
(gasping)
(shrieks)
Take it easy! We're not gonna hurt you.
What did you do to him?
Nothing. He was dead when we got here.
Did you call the police?
No. We were just going to. Micki.
Look, I don't want to get involved here.
I just came about a cleaning job and...
RYAN: If that's the case, why did you mention Lou when you came in?
No, listen, I got-- my boss gave me this agency slip here.
(groans)
You okay? I'm okay. (groans)
The kamikaze were convinced that they were invisible
to the enemy until they impacted on the targets.
And Uncle Lewis made the pilots' belief come true.
Yes, and created a cloak of real invisibility.
Railsback's coming and going from that jail as he pleases,
killing with a perfect alibi.
Yes, and soon, he's going to be
on the street with a perfect weapon.
Why would he kill Bittner?
Well, Railsback was jailed for robbing an armored car
along with two male accomplices and one female.
And neither the money nor the accomplices have ever been found.
And Bittner's probably one of them.
We can't be sure about that.
but I'm going to check up on it.
Are you going to be well enough
to go after this Chalfont person?
Yeah, yeah, sure.
What about Johnny?
We may be able to discover
that there is a cursed object behind this,
but it doesn't necessarily mean we can prove he's innocent.
(indistinct conversations)
PRISONER: Go away. Go over to the other side.
You're just looking for trouble, kid.
Get out of my way! Listen to me!
You don't make an enemy out of a guy like that!
I don't know what your beef is,
but if you want to last, just leave it alone.
I can't.
(alarm ringing)
GUARD: Get a stretcher up here, hurry!
(prisoners murmuring)
Wait...
Get them back! Lock them up!
Some guy just cut his wrists.
GUARD: Back in your cells! There's nothing to see here.
Where do you think you're going?
I gotta see the warden!
Not tonight. Get back in your cell!
I gotta see the warden! It's important!
(man breathing heavily)
(twigs snapping underfoot)
(heavy breathing continues)
(twigs crackling underfoot)
RAILSBACK: You got a visitor, Janey.
(Railsback laughing)
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yeah, yeah, Kingston.
I know. I was there.
Kingston...
Look, Kingston, we'll figure it out.
(water running) We tell the bank he died.
We can't find the key.
At worst, it'll be some stupid paperwork.
Yeah, I know.
I know. We'll still be out of the country
before Railsback's free.
You just watch yourself. I'll see you tomorrow.
(water sloshes)
(gasping)
Give me that!
Where's my money?!
(Railsback gasps)
Come back here!
You can't get away from me, Jane.
There's no place to hide anymore.
Help me, please! Somebody help me!
Please help me!
Hey!
You don't go outside with wet hair.
(laughs) You'll catch your death.
(whimpering)
MICKI: Here it is, Ryan. 3567 Western.
(crying)
(gunshot)
(knocking)
(whimpering and crying)
RAILSBACK: Where is it?! You double-crossed me, Jane.
You took ten years off my life! (gagging)
I covered for you bastards.
I kept my mouth shut!
Now you're gonna repay me.
(gasping for air)
(gasping stops)
(Railsback grunts)
(gasps)
Damn!
(keys jangling)
GUARD: Hey, come on.
Come on!
(chuckling)
Bittner had a record as long as your arm.
He dropped out of sight about ten years ago.
It's the same time Railsback went to prison.
JACK: Yeah.
Then the accomplices are Bittner, Chalfont and Kingston.
Mm-hmm.
Where does Johnny's father fit in?
That's what Railsback was doing at the warehouse,
trying to find his money.
Which wasn't there.
And he's killing off the others for betraying him
and hiding it someplace else?
Yeah, it all makes sense.
We gotta get word to Johnny.
But first we gotta figure out how to get to Kingston
before Railsback does.
(man muttering)
You got something to say to me?
You killed my father, you son of a bitch!
You want a piece of me, punk, huh?
All right, break it up! Break it up!
One leaves, the other stays!
Let's go!
You got lucky, boy.
What's that?
It's just a note from my friends.
So tell me something.
When did your father die?
Two weeks ago.
Railsback's been here for years.
He's got a way out.
Must have found it.
What are you talking about?
Come here, I'll show you.
They modernized the heating back in '61.
Never bothered to rip out the old vents.
They're still up there.
A clear path to the roof.
That's the entrance.
You telling me there's been
a way out of here the whole time?
Why haven't you ever used it?
I was gonna once.
Even made myself a key for the cell door.
But... then I realized
I wouldn't fit out there.
This is where I belong.
Why you telling me all this?
Because you need that way out of here.
You stay here another night, he's gonna kill you.
Hey, look, let's just do first things first.
Did you find Kingston?
Dayton, I don't know how you're doing this.
How do I know you're not gonna
send somebody after me when I'm finished?
You don't know.
But your share of the money
will be enough to keep you quiet.
You don't get greedy, you'll be okay.
There's honor among thieves, right?
So where is he?
He's at 427 Church.
Not for long, he's not.
Dayton, if we get caught...
No one's ever gonna catch me at anything again.
Jack, we've tried everything.
Kingston's trail has been cold for ten years.
How did Railsback find the other two?
Well, he's getting some help from someone on the outside.
Yes, of course.
We've got to discover who's been visiting him in prison.
And-and quickly, too, because if Railsback knows
that someone's on to him, we won't have very much more time,
neither will Johnny.
(crickets chirping)
(keys jangling)
(door closes)
(door creaks softly)
(snorts)
(sighs)
Hey!
(straining)
(grunting)
(sighs) Mr. Hillman.
Yes?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
HILLMAN: Really?
Well, my office hours are 9:00 to 5:00.
See me in the morning.
I'm afraid that'll be too late.
A man named Kingston will be dead by then.
We'd like to talk to you while you're still a free man.
You put him in his bed, old man.
Maybe by morning, you'll come up with an explanation.
What are you talking about?
There's no way that Dayton Railsback could escape.
Warden, we have proof.
The-the police are already questioning a man
who's been helping him.
Fine. Then when they get the information, they can call me.
In the morning.
N-- wait.
You have to separate him from the other prisoners.
He's going to try again, tonight.
There's no way he can get out, Mr. Marshak.
And even if he could,
what reason would he have to come back in?
He's got 17 million reasons!
Look, the police are already looking into it.
I'm sure they've got everything under control.
Now, good night.
(sighs)
Damn!
JOHNNY: You got to kill somebody to make that work.
You bastard.
Come on!
(grunts) Come on!
It's all over, Railsback.
You're out of your cell and that vent
is wide open!
And it looks like you've been getting out.
You're gonna get nailed
for all your friends' murders.
Personally, I'd like to kill you.
But this is a hell of a lot better.
Guard! Guard! Guard! Guard!
Johnny, look out! (grunting)
(groans)
(gagging)
JOHNNY: Guard! Guard!
Guard!
(laughing maniacally)
Don't open the gate!
Don't!
(punch lands, guard groans)
(alarm ringing)
(grunts)
(bullets ricocheting)
RAILSBACK: Don't worry, kid.
I won't let them get you.
Come on. Come on!
Where are you?!
My turn to play cat and mouse! Come on!
(Railsback grunts, Johnny screams)
I should have killed you when I killed your old man, huh?!
(grunts)
Come on!
(grunts)
(Railsback straining)
(Railsback grunting)
(panting)
(grunts)
(punches landing)
(Railsback grunts)
(punch lands)
(panting)
Miss your old man?
Then you'll see him in hell!
My eyes! My eyes!
No! No!
No! Put that down!
(sustained screaming)
(screaming)
(screaming stops)
(fire crackling)
Arkwright's wounds match those
of the other inmate victims.
Combined with the retrieval slip we found in Railsback's cell,
there's no question that he committed the other crimes.
The police picked up Kingston this morning.
Looks like everything we found out is true.
Too bad they couldn't figure that out before pop was killed.
Oh, Mr. Marshak.
You will keep quiet about this.
You understand?
Yes, of course.
Well, I'm glad everything's over with.
Promise me you won't do anything that dangerous again.
Unless we're there to help.
I was okay.
I had help.
Johnny, why did Arkwright
tell you about the escape route?
I don't know.
Maybe, uh, he was decent enough to want to help me.
Maybe he knew I had something better to do with my life.