Make the jails more humane, they said. Put the cells high up in a skyscraper, they said. Put windows in it, they said. What could possibly go wrong?
It was like a plot out of an old movie -- a convicted bank robber named "Banks," 600 large still missing, makeshift dummies to fool guards, a tight squeeze through a six inch window, a 15 story slide down braided sheets, hailing a cab at 2:30am, a desperate visit to momma's for clothes, Feds offer $50,000 reward.
See photos of the sheet/rope at Barnorama.com.
Backgrounder for the movie: "Banks' prolific bank spree as the Second Hand Bandit -- so named for the discount clothes he wore to his robberies -- earned him headlines. He was an aspiring clothing designer when he started knocking off banks."
You can't make this stuff up. Quentin Tarantino, call your office.