Reagan's third "Brass Bancroft" film proves that the "creative" powers behind this short lived franchise really didn't have that many ideas for it, or at least not good ones. The villains are of course a group of counterfeiters, but get a loud of this, they are printing their counterfeit bills inside of a prison! Keeping stolen plates a secret in prison is one thing, but where are you going to find a printing press in there? Why at the prison newspaper of course! What an odd kind of make work program, what an "out-of-the box warden", but the Prison Bugle actually gets sold on "the outside", and even the guards enjoy it. But its not the warden (William B Davidson) who is the gangs inside man, but rather a crocked guard whose name I can't be bothered to remember.
The trouble starts when the gang decides to launder there money on a gambling boat that takes wealthy patrons just outside of U. S. territorial waters to indulge their vice. The boat is run by a reformed hood of prohibition days who decides he won't play ball again and that the only way to keep himself safe is to get arrested, only instead of getting the thirty days he was expecting for hitting a cop (enough time he assumed for the authorities to figure things out), a tough on crime judge sentences him to a year in prison, and guess which prison they send him to? Now because it worked in the first film the Secret Service decides to send Bancroft undercover as a prisoner (I wont begin to discuss the ways this shouldn't work), and those scenes are actually the better parts of the film, which on the whole is just kind of there. They don't even bother giving Reagan a love interest in this one. * 1/2
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