The year was 1931. I was just brought into Alcatraz after bringing down a rival gang. As expected, we weren't concragulated by the police station like we had hoped, instead we was thrown into the back of a police car and brought to the boat station where we was then cuffed and prodded onto a boat like we was cattle. Of course, I didn't go alone. I was with five other guys, Micky, Johnny, Kelly, Al, and Fin. As soon as we was being pushed into our cells, I, the genius, started to come up with a plan to break us out.