Alcatraz was among the most dreaded prisons in America, a fortress perched on a rocky Island in San Francisco Bay. The ice-cold, treacherous water of the bay was the best guarantee that nobody would successfully escape. And nobody did…until June 11, 1962.

That night, three men broke out of their cell house and vanished into the bay in a homemade raft. Frank Morris, the brilliant mastermind of the escape, as well as John Anglin and his brother Clarence were never seen again.

Authorities later discovered pieces of the raft. It had broken up at sea. The three convicts appeared to have swum for it. Did they make it? The debate continues.

Philip Bergen, Captain of the Guards at Alcatraz from 1946 to 1955, believes survival was impossible:

“If they went into the water they were drowned within thirty minutes. They succumbed to hypothermia and drowned.”


The prisoners were never found



But Patrick Mahoney, who ran the launch that traveled between Alcatraz and the mainland, has some doubts:

“I felt that they didn’t make it, but I thought we’d find a body. We didn’t find a body.”

In the many years that have passed since that June night in 1962, no one has reported seeing Frank Morris, John Anglin, or Clarence Anglin. They may have beaten the odds, and survived their escape from Alcatraz.

Don DeNevi, a Professor at Merritt College in Oakland, co-wrote a manuscript about the escape with Clarence Carnes, an Alcatraz inmate. Carnes arrived on the Rock when he was just eighteen years old and spent close to 20 years there. He was a close confidante of the three convicts who escaped. Don DeNevi put it this way:

“Carnes was the most important inmate on Alcatraz. He had gained the respect of virtually all the other inmates, because he knew how to keep his mouth shut. He was, in a sense, the godfather of Alcatraz.”

Carnes told DeNevi that the plot to escape began with an inmate named Allen West, who was assigned to paint the top tier and ceiling of the cellblock.


A dummy was used to fool guards



While working there, West discovered that with some hard work, he could probably get to the prison roof through the ceiling ventilation shaft.

The ventilation duct was constructed with crossbars inside. It was impossible to cut the bars or to squeeze past them. But West saw that if he cut the entire duct from its surrounding support and shoved the whole thing out, he could easily get to the roof.

West enlisted the help of John and Clarence Anglin, both convicted bank robbers, who had a history of escapes from other institutions. According to DeNevi, the Anglin brothers had some other useful skills:

“The Anglins were expert raftsmen because they’ve grown up in the Florida swamps. They knew how to construct rafts, they knew how to negotiate currents, and they were expert swimmers as well.”

The central figure in the plot was an inmate named Frank Morris. The former Captain of the Guards at Alcatraz, Philip Bergen, described him with some respect:

“He was the thinker. Anything connected with this escape, that had any real brains behind it, can be credited to Morris.”

Carnes had told Morris about a utility corridor that ran the length and the height of the cellblock. Heating and water pipes inside the corridor formed a makeshift ladder to the ventilation shaft. Morris believed that he and the others could dig through their cell walls to this hidden corridor during “music hour.” Bergen recalls this part of the daily routine on Alcatraz and explains how the escapees exploited it:

“In the early part of the evening, there was what they called a “music hour.” And anybody who had a string instrument could play. When that music is playing, it has an effect of deafening the officer who is making his inspections. The inmates that were digging were uh, just digging away.”

The Anglins, West, and Morris each carved a hole in the rear wall of their respective cells. West also used the time to craft false ventilation fronts to hide their work.

The convicts devised another brilliant ploy so that they wouldn’t be missed during head counts. Don Eberle, who headed the FBI investigation into the escape, described the ingenious deception:

“They decided that they would have to make dummy heads to be in their bunks, in case one of them was not in there when the guard would go by. This was at a time when the lights were turned low, and it would be difficult to recognize other than a face was in the bed.”

Inmate Leon “Whitey” Thompson was one of the many prisoners who helped the escapees:

“Morris asked me about how you mix flesh tone, ‘cause you see, I am an artist, I did, I did a lot of oil painting on Alcatraz. I begin to wonder, why is he so interested in flesh tone and then I begin to put it all together because uh, they needed a flesh tone color for the dummy heads.”

The dummies were made from soap, concrete powder, and stolen paint. One of the Anglins worked in the barbershop and swiped some hair to paste on the dummies’ heads for an extra touch of realism.
For eight months, Morris and the Anglin brothers left their cells at night to drill out the ventilation shaft and collect the items they needed for their escape. Clarence Carnes, who saw a lot during his 18 years on the Rock, was impressed by their effort:

In his manuscript, Clarence Carnes wrote, “… many times through the years I‘d met men who had tried to escape. But their flaw had been too little planning and being too hasty. They had not been thorough in their thinking, and that’s what defeated them. But not this time.”


For the guards on patrol during the Spring of 1962, the countdowns, the routines, the boredom, were no different than any other time. But many inmates knew differently. During the days, right under the gaze of their keepers, they helped the four escapees in their preparations. One of their most important jobs was secretly passing them raincoats.

Working in their cells at night, the four prisoners used the raincoats to make life preservers, which they then stashed in the escape tunnels. In a secret workspace, hidden by blankets, the Anglins and Morris took turns assembling a raft, also out of the pilfered raincoats.

The time to escape finally arrived.



Quietly, the prisoners left their cells for the last time. Immediately, they encountered their first problem...Allen West was unable to slip through the hole in his cell wall. The others were unwilling to wait. Allen West, the original instigator of the plan, was left behind.

Frank Morris and the Anglin brothers safely slipped their cells into the utility corridor. There, they climbed up the heating pipes to the ceiling, popped out the ventilation ducts they’d cut from the ceiling during the past eight months and made their way to the roof. Still undetected, they ran across the roof, and climbed down outside the prison. They headed toward the water.

One of the many challenges the escapees faced was how to inflate their huge raft. Frank Morris had come up with an ingenious idea. He had received a small accordion known as a concertina, for use during the daily music hour. Don Eberle, the FBI investigator, described how the instrument was used during the escape:

“They had taken the keys out of the concertina, and therefore you could put your hand on one strap of the concertina and push it up and down, it would operate just like a bellows.”

Ever so slowly, the raft began to fill. When it was ready, the three men pushed it into the water at the edge of Alcatraz and climbed on. Frank Morris, John Anglin, and Clarence Anglin had made it off the Rock.

Inside the prison, the dummy heads the prisoners had left behind in their cells fooled any guards that happened to look in. When the breakout was finally discovered, it triggered an extensive search, one of the largest manhunts ever. Patrick Mahoney, a former guard at Alcatraz, was among those who took part in the search:

“We were ordered to go out on the bay and of course, start looking around the island. And then over at Angel Island, scanning the beaches to see if anything that pertained to them might have washed up. It became evident that we weren’t going to find them. Whether they had made it or not, no one knew for sure.”

During the first 24 hours, the search teams came up empty-handed. Then, they began to find remnants of the escapees’ raft. In addition, a homemade oar was discovered floating between Alcatraz and Angel Island. This paddle matched one that the convicts had left behind in the cellblock.
Two days after the breakout, a rubber wrapped packet was also discovered floating near Angel Island. It contained an address book, 80 family photographs, and a money order that belonged to one of the escapees. Some, such as FBI investigator Don Eberle, began to doubt that the escapees had survived:

“Probably the earliest they could have gotten into the water would be 10:30. The outgoing tide started that night at ten o’clock. And that outgoing tide is very strong. And I firmly believe that they were taken by the currents into the Pacific Ocean.”

In addition, a Norwegian ship spotted a body floating 20 miles past the Golden Gate bridge on the day of the escape. Though unable to retrieve it, their description of it matched that of Frank Morris.

However, there is also some compelling evidence to suggest that at least one of the men survived. The day after the escape, a man claiming to be John Anglin called a San Francisco law firm known to represent Alcatraz inmates. Eugenia MacGowan was an attorney at the law firm. She took the call:

“And he said, ‘I’m John Anglin. And I want you to contact the U.S. Marshall’s office.’ I said, ‘Well I’m not going to do that unless I know why.’ And he said, ‘Do you know who I am?’ And I said, ‘No’. He said, ‘Read the newspaper and he hung up.’”

Alcatraz inmate Clarence Carnes claimed that a few weeks after the break, he received a post card from the escapees. In it, they gave the pre-arranged code words that confirmed their escape. The card read, “Gone fishing.”

Carnes believed that Morris and the Anglin brothers had help from the outside, arranged by a convict on the inside. He claimed that Ellsworth “Bumpy” Johnson, the underworld king of Harlem, had arranged for a boat to pick up the escapees. According to Carnes, the boat then took the convicts to Pier 13 in San Francisco’s Hunter’s Point district. Philip Bergen, the former Alcatraz Captain of Guards, doubts the story:

“My feeling is that’s just something that Carnes dreamed up and that there is not the slightest possibility there’s any truth in it.”

Allen West was interrogated repeatedly about Bumpy Johnson. He was also pressed to reveal any other contacts who might have helped the convicts. He denied that any existed. Fellow Alcatraz inmate Leon “Whitey” Thompson put it this way:

“West wouldn’t have copped out. West was people. He was solid people. To this day I don’t believe he ever told ‘em nothing.

The stories told by prisoners at Alcatraz did not impress the FBI investigators like Philip Bergen. He still believes that the men drowned within minutes of hitting the water:

“Now, of course, we never are cocksure enough to say, well, we know they’re dead, but we’re pretty sure that they’re dead, because there was no trace of them whatsoever. However, they’re still on the ‘missing’ list and not the ‘dead’ list.

Even though Alcatraz ceased prison operations many years ago, the infamous escape of June 1962, continues to puzzle investigators. In fact, over the years, thousands of leads have been investigated, but to no avail. Will this legendary case ever be solved? For now, the arrest warrants for the three fugitives remain active, and the search for answers goes on.

On Thanksgiving Eve, 1971, a man who identified himself as D.B. Cooper walked into the airport in Portland, Oregon. According to FBI agent Ralph Himmelsbach, there was nothing unusual about him:

“He was your typical businessman, a suit, tie, a raincoat, carrying an attaché case. Nothing distinctive about him except perhaps for the fact that everything was very dark, black tie, black raincoat, black shoes. He appeared at the ticket counter, bought his ticket and just gave the name Cooper.”

Cooper wanted assurances that the plane was a 727. Agent Himmelsbach explained why:

“The 727 became notorious through this case because it is the only airliner from which a successful parachute jump can be made from the passenger cabin.”

D.B. Cooper bought a one-way ticket to Seattle. His only luggage was a brief case. He was the last person to board the plane. He took his seat while the 727 begans taxiing to the runway. Flight attendant Florence Schaffner was the first crew member to talk to Cooper:

“He handed me a note and he kept looking at me. And I just ignored him the first time he looked at me and then he said, ‘I want you to read the note.’ It was printed, “Miss, I have a bomb in my briefcase. I want you to sit beside me.’


Some of the ransom money was found

Cooper opened his brief case so Florence could see what was inside:

“I saw a big battery with six dynamite sticks wrapped around the battery. And he said to me, ‘All I have to do is attach this wire to this gadget here and we’ll all be dead.’”



And so began one of the most infamous unsolved crimes in U.S. history. To this day, no one knows the true identity of the man who called himself D.B. Cooper or if he survived his daring parachute leap from 10,000 feet. The case remains the only unsolved skyjacking in the world.

Flight attendant Florence Schaffner went to the cockpit to inform the crew about Cooper and his threat. She recalled:

“We were very, very scared to death. All of us were. I was thinking about dying. That’s all I thought. I was also thinking, ‘I’ll never see my parents, my brothers and sisters.’”


Divers searched Lake Merwin, but found nothing

The flight crew immediately notified air traffic control about the hijacking. They, in turn, contacted the FBI. According to Agent Himmelsbach, Cooper’s demands were precise:

“He wanted $200,000 in cash in a knapsack and four parachutes. He identified the parachutes as two front pack parachutes and two backpacks and he specified that the airline remain in the air until the money and the parachutes were ready at Seattle. He also specified that the other passengers not be told that the airplane was being hijacked.”

The flight crew proceeded as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Drinks were served. Cooper ordered two bourbon and waters.

Meanwhile, the FBI communicated with the airline. Agent Himmelsbach said the airline agreed to pay the ransom:

“The FBI asked the airline what their approach to the hijacking was going to be, that is, did they wish to pay the ransom. This is an option that the victim of extortion has rather than law enforcement, and they responded instantly that they wished to pay the ransom. And so the FBI at Seattle set about assisting in obtaining the money.”


Some believe Richard McCoy was DB Cooper



Each bill was photographed and the serial numbers recorded. Cooper also insisted the plane be refueled immediately once it landed in Seattle. No passengers were to be released until all of his demands were met. He also instructed that once it landed, the plane should stay on the runway rather than to taxi up to the terminal.

At 5:43 pm, Flight 305 landed at the Seattle airport. The plane taxied in and was parked in a remote area of the field. Then, according to Agent Himmelsbach, the bags of ransom money were brought aboard:

“They were carried on board by a flight attendant. There were ten thousand $20 bills assembled in straps of 100 bills to a strap, and individual straps held together with rubber bands. The money alone, just the currency weighed 21 pounds.”

Four parachutes were also delivered. Both the flight crew and the FBI were worried that Cooper would use the extra parachutes to take hostages along with him. The passengers on board were completely unaware of the drama surrounding them, which included FBI snipers, according to Agent Himmelsbach:

“During the time the airliner was on the ground at Seattle, there were FBI agents with scoped rifles who were prepared, if the indications were present, that required it to pick him off.”

Finally, the passengers were allowed to deplane. But Cooper demanded that the flight crew and one attendant stay on board. Florence Schaffner recalled her conversation with the co-pilot:

“The co-pilot said you better get the hell out now. So I left without Tina and that’s when he decided to keep her because he was getting suspicious at everything.”

The passengers were met by FBI agents. It was only then that they realized that that plane had been hi-jacked and that their lives had been in mortal danger. When debriefed, they could remember nothing about the man with the brief case.

Cooper ordered the pilot to fly from Seattle all the way to Mexico City, at a height of 10,000 feet, and a speed of only 200 miles an hour. He agreed to refuel in Reno, Nevada. According to Agent Himmelsbach, Cooper then made an unusual request: he wanted the rear stairwell to be lowered prior to take off:

“The pilot explained that he wasn’t able to take off with that door open and they argued back and forth and finally the pilot said he just couldn’t fly the airplane and wasn’t going to try, and the hijacker consented for the door to be closed for take-off, which it was.”

At 7:37, Flight 305 took off. The Seattle control tower alerted all other aircraft to remain clear. Cooper’s 727 had the sky to itself. Cooper then told the remaining flight attendant to go into the cockpit. Agent Himmelsbach elaborated:

“He told her to go back into the cockpit and to close the curtain between the coach and the first class cabins. As she turned around to close the curtains, she said she saw him tying something to his waist with what she thought was rope. Later in the cockpit, the light flashed indicating that the hijacker was attempting to operate the door. At 8:12, the pilot told us that they were experiencing a rapid change in the air pressure reflected in an ears popping experience.”

Somewhere over the forest of Washington state, Cooper jumped.

Upon landing in Reno, Nevada, every inch of the 727 was examined for clues as to who D.B. Cooper really was. But he left behind no identifiable fingerprints, no personal items, and no clue to his identity. The flight attendants who had seen Cooper up close helped create a composite drawing of his face.

The crew felt that Cooper had jumped somewhere near the southern tip of Washington state. It was believed he would be found in the area bordered by Lake Merwin and ending 20 miles north of Portland. No matter where Cooper landed, Frank Heyl believes he could have survived:

“Let’s say he went down in the water. You’ve gotta know how to manage that parachute. You can use it for some floatation. Now his life expectancy is not going to be very long in that water. It’s cold and you have to think of the time of the year it was in, so he had probably a very, very few minutes to get on shore. But I think he could’ve done this.”

A large white object was seen floating in Lake Merwin, but divers found nothing.
Agent Himmelsbach felt it was unlikely that Cooper could have survived:

“My feeling is he would’ve have been hurt regardless of what he landed into. I think that Cooper mostly crawled to a creek. He didn’t have any water supplies, didn’t bring any along with him, and he would’ve had to have water to survive. So I assume he made his way to a little creek and perished there.”

Some feel that Cooper could never have survived in that rugged terrain dressed only in a business suit. Frank Heyl suggested Cooper came prepared:

“We don’t know what he wore under the suit, could’ve had a pair of long underwear on which he certainly should have had. And what he had in pockets may have been the most important thing because this would’ve given him the tools of survival. As long as a man’s got a knife, a cigarette lighter and the clothes on his back, he could’ve lived indefinitely out there. It’s possible. I think he buried the chute. I think he probably buried the briefcase. He got rid of that. I think he probably put the money in his coat and I think he headed for a big city someplace and lost himself.”

The search for D.B. Cooper continued with no new clues. Then, in November 1978, a hunter deep in the Washington forest discovered a plastic sign from a 727. It had been ripped from the lower stairwell of Flight 305.

Fifteen months later, an even more dramatic discovery was made. On February 10, 1980, a family was preparing a barbecue on the shore of the Columbia River, 20 miles southwest of Cooper’s supposed jump point. They planned to dig a fire pit, but dug up something else: stacks of water logged bills totaling $5,880. Agent Himmelsbach confirmed it was part of Cooper’s ransom:

“There were 294 bills found and all of those serial numbers are on the ransom list. So that money is definitely positively identified as having come from that particular ransom money.”

Some believe the discovery proves Cooper perished. Again, Frank Heyl doesn’t think so:

“They did not find $200,000. Where’s the rest of the money? That’s what I wanna know.”

Agent Himmelsbach had his own rational for why Cooper’s plan didn’t succeed:

“He risked his life to hijack the airliner. He didn’t get to spend the money. He may have lost his life. Now I don’t know that he lost his life, but I think there’s a very good chance that he did. None of the money, not one bill has ever turned up in circulation.”

Many believe that D.B. Cooper survived and some even think he may have struck again. Only five months after Cooper’s flight, a half million dollars was extorted by another hijacker. He was a former Green Beret and his name was Richard McCoy. He was sentenced to 45 years for air piracy, but he escaped and he was killed in a gun battle with the FBI.

Due to the resemblance between their pictures, some believe that D.B. Cooper and Richard McCoy are the same man. But flight attendant Florence Schaffner believes that the original composite of Cooper may be inaccurate:

“The composite never really looked like him. The hair does not look like him. The face does not look like him.”

Florence worked with Maylin Coleman, a forensic artist from the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s department. Together they created a new portrait of D.B. Cooper. Florence said Cooper’s was a face she’ll never forget:

“It’s still strong in my mind. I remember everything, the color of his eyes, the color of his eyebrows. And his features.”

Who was D. B Cooper? Did he survive? And if not, where is his body and the remaining $194,000? We may never know the truth.