Manhunt (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Open Season - full transcript
I handed you your career
on a silver platter.
When I found you,
you were a small-time D.A.
going nowhere.
I made you.
I gave you everythingyou have!
And you betray me?
You betray my trust?!
What do you think, you're
some kind of hero or something?
You think you're the Joan of Arc
of the FBI?
The minute you left Nantahala,
Agent Knox called me and told me
you had gone completely
off the reservation.
Knox said that?
I just placed her in charge
of the Eric Rudolph manhunt.
She threw you under the bus,
my friend.
Not that she really needed to.
I mean, you kind of
threw yourself there.
And just so you know,
when the attorney general
and congress comes around
looking for who to blame
for the Richard Jewell fiasco,
it'll be you
sweating under those lights,
and no one else.
Sit down.
I don't work for you anymore.
Get back in here, Agent Brennan!
That's an order!
Hello?
Whatever you said to Freeh,
it worked.
You led this investigation
into the toilet, Jack.
And I'm going to rescue all
of us from your poor judgment.
Yeah, that's-that's pretty good.
Oh, yeah.
I'm Louis Freeh's
golden child now.
Lucky for us, Freeh has no clue
what's happening on the ground.
Let me know if I can help,
you know,
beyond being
your sacrificial lamb.
Thanks, Jack.
And everyone here says
hello and thank you.
Take care of yourself.
Yeah.
All right, let's head out.
It's open season!
Let's hunt him down!
Hey, buddy.
Listen, I'm a real good friend
of your mama's.
Hey, come here.
I want to show you something.
It's okay, come here.
Tim?
Timothy?
Timothy Gray!
Are you dillydally...?
You know, it's so good to see
some sympathetic faces.
I-I need your help.
I-I know I did wrong.
I know I'm a sinner.
But I... I can swear to you
my heart was in the right place.
And I want to repent.
To turn my life around somehow
and come back to the Lord.
You understand that, right?
That need for grace?
I do.
See, I know you do.
Life is so fragile.
It's only the mercy of God
that keeps any of us alive.
Timothy?
Go inside the house, please.
Go on.
Hey, hey.
Do me a favor, son.
Your mama's car,
you know where the keys are?
- Yeah.
- Well, you run inside
and bring them back here.
I'm gonna stay here
with your mama.
Go ahead, Tim.
Keys are on the hook.
You used us.
I thought you were
doing God's work.
I risked my family,
my reputation for you.
But we were just your little
puppets, weren't we?
You are lower than low.
I know.
I know, I'm-I'm so ashamed.
I've been looking at my life,
and I know I need to change.
And the first step in that
is gonna be turning myself in
and paying for my crimes.
See, I'm-I'm ready to accept
the consequences of my sins,
but they're hunting me
like an animal.
The Feds are trying
to shoot me in the back.
I just, I need to put some
distance between me and them.
Then I can,
I can find a local lawman
and turn myself in safely.
I'm not trying to escape
or-or-or hurt anyone.
I just want a chance
at a fair trial
and to turn my life around,
to repent.
Okay, Eric.
I believe in second chances.
You go ahead and take the car.
See, I always knew
you were a godly woman.
Jesus himself dined
with sinners and tax collectors.
Anyone asked for healing,
He never once said no.
Mm. Amen.
Oh, yeah. Good boy.
Give me those.
Go right back in the house, go.
Hey... thank you.
God bless you.
Goodbye, Eric.
FBI command center.
He's here!
That bastard Eric Rudolph
just stole my car!
Police! Hold it right there!
It's him, all right.
We finally got him.
Yes, ma'am, we finally did.
Jack?
You're not gonna believe this.
I'm looking at him.
We did it, Jack.
You were right.
You put it all on the line,
and it paid off.
It paid off, Jack.
Copy that.
Uh, FBI just confirmed
that it is Eric Rudolph.
Copy that. ID confirmed...
There we go.
That should get you
to the service station, ma'am.
Thank you ever so much, Officer.
If you hadn't have come by, I
would have been walking by now.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
It brightens my day
I can be a help to folks.
Chivalry lives, young man.
Chivalry lives.
Officer Jewell...
Uh, excuse me now. You have
a good one. You drive safe.
You be safe, too, dear.
Go for Jewell.
Jewell, what's your 20?
We need you
at the station, asap.
Are reporting the arrest...
There he is.
Get over here, Richard.
The man wanted
for four bombings,
including the attack
on Centennial Olympic Park.
Early reports are saying
that Rudolph was apprehended
while dumpster diving
for food...
Who caught him? FBI?
Nah. Rookie cop.
Could have been anyone.
- Could have been you.
- Wow.
Congratulations, buddy.
Some thought him dead.
Can't believe you managed
to evade us for so long.
Mm-hmm.
I'll say one thing for you.
Ain't one man in a hundred
could have survived
in the Nantahala
for more than a month,
let alone as long as you did.
We just wanted to meet you,
ask you how you did it,
swap campfire recipes, you know?
Agent, I'm not stupid.
I want a lawyer.
I won't speak to anyone
without an attorney present.
You're a real genius, huh?
Eric Robert Rudolph,
great criminal mastermind.
Except the only thing anybody's
gonna remember about you
is that you were caught
by a rookie cop
eating expired meat
out of a Taco Bell dumpster.
I said I want a lawyer.
I'll get somebody
to take you back to your cell.
Don't get too comfortable,
though.
In a couple days, they'll be
transporting you
to Birmingham for trial,
which will be a real nail-biter.
Will it be death by lethal
injection or by electric chair?
I'm rooting for the chair.
Let me go see about that lawyer.
Oh. Shit.
Came by to tell you
this'll be your last night here.
They're moving you to Birmingham
bright and early tomorrow.
Another officer's gonna
relieve me here in a minute,
and... I was wondering
if, uh, you know,
you could sign this?
My wife asked me to ask you.
She's a big fan.
That so?
Didn't think I still had fans.
You're the most famous outlaw
in the country.
You don't see it in here,
but, uh,
the media's going crazy for you.
Yeah, you're a big deal.
You're the new Billy the Kid.
Million-dollar man.
- There he is.
- What do you say, Chief?
- How you doing this morning?
- Good.
Is the arresting officer inside?
Yeah, yeah, go on in.
Postell's in there.
That's the luckiest damn rookie
in the Lower 48.
- Morning.
- Morning.
We finally got him.
Thanks to your help.
He nearly killed me. Twice.
He's signing
his own Wanted posters.
For his fans.
We're getting stacks of letters,
women sending their underwear.
The guy's a celebrity.
Want to meet him
before we take him away?
No.
I just came by
to see for myself.
Brought a six-pack
for the guy who arrested him.
I'll leave you to it.
Yup.
Just like Billy the Kid.
♪ Run, Rudolph,
run, Rudolph, run. ♪
Are you ready?
Mm, sure am.
Let's move.
Push 'em back!
Clear a path!
Look at that face.
He's enjoying this, isn't he?
You know, I lived in Murphy
my whole life,
and I probably crossed paths
with Rudolph a hundred times,
I guess, and never thought twice
about it.
No one did.
He was just a nobody.
I mean, it's bullshit.
What kind of a world is it where
some nobody can become
a household name
just by being an asshole?
Well, I reckon that's what
he wanted right along.
To be famous
with the cameras on him,
the rest of us watching.
Well, I reckon he better preen
for the media now.
Ain't gonna be any cameras
in the death chamber.
Why did you do it?!
Why did you do it?!
Mr. Rudolph?
I'm looking mainly
at U.S. v. Moylan
and U.S. v. Dougherty.
What does
jury nullification mean?
It's basically asking the jury
not to convict,
despite the evidence.
Correct. Yeah.
We're in Birmingham, Alabama.
If we're careful about our jury
selection and argumentation,
there's no way
they're gonna convict me
of bombing an abortion clinic,
dead cop or no dead cop.
All we need is one pro-life
juror who sympathizes with me.
One holdout nullifies
the whole jury.
And on page two,
I profiled the perfect juror.
White, middle-aged,
female, obviously.
Lonely, empty-nesters,
widows, divorcees...
Eric, I need to give you
a reality check.
The reason we are in Birmingham
right now is because
this is where the government
has a virtually airtight case.
All the lustful,
lonely housewives in the world
won't be able
to overlook hard facts.
Say you manage
to get out of the death penalty
in Birmingham.
You'll immediately be on trial
for Olympic Park,
another high-profile bombing
with rock-solid evidence
connecting you to the bomb.
How can it be rock-solid?
How can there be
rock-solid evidence
that my son committed a crime
he did not commit?
Mrs. Rudolph...
this is the hard reality.
There is a noose
around your son's neck.
I will give him
the best defense I can,
but they are not even willing
to discuss a plea agreement.
Even though he didn't do it,
even though that's the Feds
tying their dirty laundry
to my son.
I mean, what kind of a lawyer
are you? You're telling me
you can get Ted Kaczynski off,
but for my son,
it is the electric chair?!
No. Bullshit!
Ma, it's okay.
I'm not gonna die.
No, he accidentally killed
one person.
He damaged some buildings.
The rest is just bullshit!
Now, you are sentencing my son
to death by apathy!
I am being the best advocate
for your son
- I can be based on the facts.
- Yeah.
What kind of lawyer,
what kind of person...?
Can you give us a moment?
Hey, Mama, hey, Ma, it's okay.
Relax. I got a whole plan.
I'm not gonna die.
No, they are gonna nail you to
the cross like Christ himself.
They are gonna kill you
for a crime you didn't commit.
Oh, Mama, come on.
I didbomb the Olympics.
What?
Of course I bombed the Olympics.
Hey, but it doesn't matter,
'cause I'm not gonna die.
The... You don't have
to get all upset.
Uh, we went to the Olympics
together, Eric.
- How could...?
- I know.
Why would you do something
like that?
It was just a game.
You know, the special agents,
the cops...
They think they're so tough.
They're just pawns.
They don't even know
who's in charge until... boom.
I was watching the news.
Well, those Olympic Park guys
boasting
about their technology
and their-their security.
They brought in the best people
in the world
to keep the Olympics safe.
They were the best in the world,
but I was better.
Our whole family was attacked
by the media,
attacked by the FBI,
because of you.
I mean,
I went on TV defending you.
Dan cut off his goddamn hand
because of you!
Yeah, Dan always was
a mongoloid.
You used me. You used me,
you used our whole family.
You manipulated us and then
dumped us like strangers.
You all practically asked
to be used.
Anything to give your desperate
little lives some meaning.
You've bounced from church
to church for 40 years, Mom.
And you never believed
in anything
the way you believe in me.
Think about that.
You deserve to die.
Yeah. The thing is,
God doesn't die, does he?
Mrs. Rudolph?
Ms. Clarke,
is your client prepared
to enter a plea
on all counts today?
We're ready, Your Honor.
Not quite, Your Honor.
The prosecution has something
they need to discuss
with me first.
Your Honor, we're not aware of
any pending motions or any...
It's quite important,
Your Honor.
Life or death.
And I'd suggest they bring
their explosives expert,
a Mr. Earl Embry?
This will be of particular
interest to him.
Now, I know you're
all eager to kill me,
but you really do need me alive.
Why is that, exactly?
Well, you see, I used
about 70 pounds of dynamite
in my various bombs.
And I believe there was
ten pounds left
in my cave when you
found it there, Agent.
More or less?
But when I broke into
the Austin Powder Company,
I stole about 350 pounds
of the stuff.
December 15 or 16, '96.
You can check their records
if you like.
Now, by my math,
that means there's
270 pounds of dynamite left.
And the trouble is I buried it.
In about ten
different locations,
all across
the Nantahala wilderness.
Now, Agent, am...
am I right in thinking
that dynamite becomes
more unstable over time?
See, that's why I asked
you to come in.
So you can explain it
to the prosecution,
being an expert and all.
Now, I stole it
just after the Olympics,
so it's been out there
a long, long time.
Even the tiniest of jarrings
could set it off.
Oh, and some caches are...
very close
to certain trailheads
and campsites.
I mean, there's one
in particular
that's right next
to a Boy Scout camp, too.
I mean, that's the one
I'm really worried about.
I mean, some
little Cub Scout troop
comes walking on by
after a hike and...
Well...
Now, what I'd like to do is I,
I'd like to point out all the
different locations on a map,
so you can disarm the dynamite
and nobody gets hurt.
But the thing is, I just
I can't seem to think clearly
with the threat
of the death penalty
hanging over my head.
I'll be outside.
Give us a moment.
Embry?
Embry!
Talk to me about
this dynamite stuff.
Do we haveto make this deal?
Yeah, you do.
We don't have any other choice?
No, you don't.
You have to have
those locations.
Otherwise, people are gonna die.
All right,
this is a onetime offer.
And if so much as
one stick of dynamite
goes unaccounted for,
you will fry.
Be advised, fire in the hole.
Fire in the hole,
Copy that, team. Good work.
Word's coming in.
They're all clear.
We got every stick.
All 270 pounds have been located
and detonated.
Hey, Ma.
Sorry for coming by early.
That's all right.
I've been up since 3:00 a.m.
I couldn't sleep.
You know my neighbor there,
she sees me yesterday,
says, "Big day for you.
Good luck."
Yeah, that's nice.
Is it?
Get my bag.
What the heck's that supposed
to mean, "Good luck"?
Like I'm heading to the casino
or like I'm the one
who's on trial.
Let's just go, Ma, come on.
All rise.
The U.S. District Court
for the Western District
of Alabama is now in session.
Defendant,
please stand to enter your plea.
For the charge
of maliciously using
and causing to detonate
an explosive device
resulting in multiple injuries,
as it relates to the bombings
of Northside
Family Planning Clinic
in Sandy Springs, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
For the charge of maliciously
using and causing to detonate
an explosive device,
resulting in multiple injuries,
as it relates
to the Otherside Lounge bombing
in Atlanta, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
For the charge of maliciously
using and causing to detonate
an explosive device,
resulting in the death
of Robert D. Sanderson and
personal injury to Emily Lyons
at the New Woman
All Women Clinic
in Birmingham, Alabama,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
And for the charge of
maliciously using and causing
to detonate an explosive device,
resulting in the death
of Alice Hawthorne
and in multiple injuries,
as it relates to the Centennial
Olympic Park bombing
in Atlanta, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
Ms. Clarke?
If the defendant wishes
to make a statement,
we'll hear that now.
Today I've
deprived the government of its goal
of sentencing me to death.
And while the talking heads
on the news opine
that I am finished,
that I will
"languish broken and unloved
in the bowels
of some supermax"...
Mr. Jewell?
I'm Fallon.
I don't know if you remember me.
Of course I remember you.
I admire your courage
for coming, for facing him.
I know that's not easy after
everything he took from you.
And I'm sorry, Fallon.
I'm so sorry I...
that I couldn't save your mom.
You saved me.
You saved lots of other people.
I'm here today,
I'm alive today because of you.
All right, it's okay.
Well, that's it.
I'm done.
You haven't eaten a bite.
No. I mean...
that's it.
I'm done.
You mean done-done?
Yup.
Like, no-more-going-to-work
done?
Like that. Yup.
Really?
I just got tired
of taking my wedding ring off
to go to work.
What kind of job is that?
Oh.
I thought you'd do a jig
and shoot off
some Roman candles, whatnot.
No, you didn't.
I just...
I never really believed
you'd stop.
I always just assumed
you'd die on the job one day.
I'd get a call, or
a car would come up the drive
real slow,
there'd been an explosion.
Never thought you'd stop
until some bomb
punched your ticket for you.
God's honest truth, that's what
I always, always thought.
But...
that's what I signed up for,
and... and that's the job,
- but...
- You didn't sign up for that.
Earl.
I signed up
when I was 19 years old.
I signed up for you.
And I've been bracing myself
for 40 years.
So...
You give me a minute before
I start lighting fireworks
and dancing a jig, okay?
Oh.
A little souvenir from the ATF.
Trudy'll knit some hi-viz
mittens for the grand-nieces.
Ah.
Well, let's pass this torch.
Man, Theresa's gonna kill me.
Well...
that comes with the territory.
Yeah.
Yeah. Well,
stay safe, Earl.
You, too.
Young Joe Holliwell.
Bubba.
Well!
This is something.
Yeah.
Something told me you wouldn't
go to the sentencing, either.
How are you?
Oh.
Man after my own heart.
Well,
let's knock the top off of this.
- All right.
- Come on.
Trudy and I...
we've been together
pretty near forever.
The quilting thing
used to drive me nuts.
I mean,
how much more dumb of a hobby
can you come up with?
Take perfectly good cloth,
cut it into little pieces
and sew it back together.
I mean, up the wall.
Totally irrational.
And I used to pick at her
for the quilting, and she'd...
pick at me for my work,
and then...
one night I was watching her
take all those...
little pieces and...
put 'em together
into a bigger pattern,
reconstructing them,
piece by piece by piece,
until it all
starts making sense,
and I realize, Well, hell!
There it is
right under your damn nose.
It only took you two decades
of bickering to see it.
There-there's a phrase,
"The disgust
of self-recognition."
- Hmm.
- That's it.
Right there.
Huh.
There's a...
another side to that, too...
Maybe you've felt this.
When I was sitting at the table
with Eric...
when I saw that look on his face
when he was talking
about that hidden dynamite,
I wanted him dead.
I mean, I wanted
to watch him die
in the electric chair,
and I wanted it
with every part of my heart,
mind and soul.
And I hadn't felt like that
since our little son was killed.
And that's when I knew
it was time for me
to hang it up.
Because it
was gonna turn me into someone
I didn't like very much,
and I do not have
the years left in me
to work through all that again.
Look...
he's just a narcissist
who went shopping at Walmart
and hid in the woods.
Blowing up bombs is easy.
Taking all the pieces
and scraps...
putting them together...
making something beautiful...
something true...
that'shard.
And maybe it's futile.
But it's noble.
Well, hell.
Maybe I'lltake up quilting.
Well, what are you...
what are you gonna do next?
I don't know.
You know, it's funny...
feels like I'm standing
on my own two feet
for the first time in my life.
Just gonna enjoy that feeling
for a little bit.
I'll figure something out.
Hey.
Here's to gettin' out
while the getting is good.
All escort
officers to the dock area.
All escort officers
to the dock area.
Welcome home.
To the rest of your life.
Who's the writer next door?
Ted Kaczynski, Unabomber.
Who's he writing to?
Ted's got a huge fan club.
From his manifesto.
Manifesto, huh?
♪ You'd better run, Rudolph ♪
♪ Run, Rudolph, run. ♪
♪ You'd better run, Rudolph ♪
♪ Run, Rudolph, run. ♪
Well, I'm not sure
how I'm supposed to feel,
but at least it's finally over.
Where's the justice
in that, hmm?
Eric Rudolph kills
all those people,
and he's the one who gets
the dignity of due process.
Gets his day in court.
While you were accused,
convicted,
and sentenced by the media
without even a chance
to defend yourself.
You never had that.
And you never will.
I know.
And the worst of it?
I know in my heart,
that even though
Eric Rudolph pled guilty,
there are still people
who think it was you.
There will always be people
who think it was you.
Where's the justice
in that, hmm?
How's that supposed to be
the end of all this?
You need anything
from the food store? I'm going.
Nah, I'm fine.
Okay.
See you Sunday.
Oh, did you read in the paper
about that reporter dying?
That, uh, Kathy Scruggs?
The one who never apologized.
No, I hadn't heard.
How...? Um...
I mean, she was young.
Heroin, the paper said.
Or implied.
I half-expected to see her
in court today.
I never could've imagined
she died,
- let alone to drugs.
- Oh, stop.
Kathy Scruggs never
shed a tear for you.
Bad end to a bad seed.
Serves her right.
No, it doesn't,
doesn't serve her right.
She was just as caught up
and turned around
in all this as I was.
I'll see you Sunday.
Uh, come pick me up
around 10:30.
I love you, son.
Mama?
Mama?!
on a silver platter.
When I found you,
you were a small-time D.A.
going nowhere.
I made you.
I gave you everythingyou have!
And you betray me?
You betray my trust?!
What do you think, you're
some kind of hero or something?
You think you're the Joan of Arc
of the FBI?
The minute you left Nantahala,
Agent Knox called me and told me
you had gone completely
off the reservation.
Knox said that?
I just placed her in charge
of the Eric Rudolph manhunt.
She threw you under the bus,
my friend.
Not that she really needed to.
I mean, you kind of
threw yourself there.
And just so you know,
when the attorney general
and congress comes around
looking for who to blame
for the Richard Jewell fiasco,
it'll be you
sweating under those lights,
and no one else.
Sit down.
I don't work for you anymore.
Get back in here, Agent Brennan!
That's an order!
Hello?
Whatever you said to Freeh,
it worked.
You led this investigation
into the toilet, Jack.
And I'm going to rescue all
of us from your poor judgment.
Yeah, that's-that's pretty good.
Oh, yeah.
I'm Louis Freeh's
golden child now.
Lucky for us, Freeh has no clue
what's happening on the ground.
Let me know if I can help,
you know,
beyond being
your sacrificial lamb.
Thanks, Jack.
And everyone here says
hello and thank you.
Take care of yourself.
Yeah.
All right, let's head out.
It's open season!
Let's hunt him down!
Hey, buddy.
Listen, I'm a real good friend
of your mama's.
Hey, come here.
I want to show you something.
It's okay, come here.
Tim?
Timothy?
Timothy Gray!
Are you dillydally...?
You know, it's so good to see
some sympathetic faces.
I-I need your help.
I-I know I did wrong.
I know I'm a sinner.
But I... I can swear to you
my heart was in the right place.
And I want to repent.
To turn my life around somehow
and come back to the Lord.
You understand that, right?
That need for grace?
I do.
See, I know you do.
Life is so fragile.
It's only the mercy of God
that keeps any of us alive.
Timothy?
Go inside the house, please.
Go on.
Hey, hey.
Do me a favor, son.
Your mama's car,
you know where the keys are?
- Yeah.
- Well, you run inside
and bring them back here.
I'm gonna stay here
with your mama.
Go ahead, Tim.
Keys are on the hook.
You used us.
I thought you were
doing God's work.
I risked my family,
my reputation for you.
But we were just your little
puppets, weren't we?
You are lower than low.
I know.
I know, I'm-I'm so ashamed.
I've been looking at my life,
and I know I need to change.
And the first step in that
is gonna be turning myself in
and paying for my crimes.
See, I'm-I'm ready to accept
the consequences of my sins,
but they're hunting me
like an animal.
The Feds are trying
to shoot me in the back.
I just, I need to put some
distance between me and them.
Then I can,
I can find a local lawman
and turn myself in safely.
I'm not trying to escape
or-or-or hurt anyone.
I just want a chance
at a fair trial
and to turn my life around,
to repent.
Okay, Eric.
I believe in second chances.
You go ahead and take the car.
See, I always knew
you were a godly woman.
Jesus himself dined
with sinners and tax collectors.
Anyone asked for healing,
He never once said no.
Mm. Amen.
Oh, yeah. Good boy.
Give me those.
Go right back in the house, go.
Hey... thank you.
God bless you.
Goodbye, Eric.
FBI command center.
He's here!
That bastard Eric Rudolph
just stole my car!
Police! Hold it right there!
It's him, all right.
We finally got him.
Yes, ma'am, we finally did.
Jack?
You're not gonna believe this.
I'm looking at him.
We did it, Jack.
You were right.
You put it all on the line,
and it paid off.
It paid off, Jack.
Copy that.
Uh, FBI just confirmed
that it is Eric Rudolph.
Copy that. ID confirmed...
There we go.
That should get you
to the service station, ma'am.
Thank you ever so much, Officer.
If you hadn't have come by, I
would have been walking by now.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
It brightens my day
I can be a help to folks.
Chivalry lives, young man.
Chivalry lives.
Officer Jewell...
Uh, excuse me now. You have
a good one. You drive safe.
You be safe, too, dear.
Go for Jewell.
Jewell, what's your 20?
We need you
at the station, asap.
Are reporting the arrest...
There he is.
Get over here, Richard.
The man wanted
for four bombings,
including the attack
on Centennial Olympic Park.
Early reports are saying
that Rudolph was apprehended
while dumpster diving
for food...
Who caught him? FBI?
Nah. Rookie cop.
Could have been anyone.
- Could have been you.
- Wow.
Congratulations, buddy.
Some thought him dead.
Can't believe you managed
to evade us for so long.
Mm-hmm.
I'll say one thing for you.
Ain't one man in a hundred
could have survived
in the Nantahala
for more than a month,
let alone as long as you did.
We just wanted to meet you,
ask you how you did it,
swap campfire recipes, you know?
Agent, I'm not stupid.
I want a lawyer.
I won't speak to anyone
without an attorney present.
You're a real genius, huh?
Eric Robert Rudolph,
great criminal mastermind.
Except the only thing anybody's
gonna remember about you
is that you were caught
by a rookie cop
eating expired meat
out of a Taco Bell dumpster.
I said I want a lawyer.
I'll get somebody
to take you back to your cell.
Don't get too comfortable,
though.
In a couple days, they'll be
transporting you
to Birmingham for trial,
which will be a real nail-biter.
Will it be death by lethal
injection or by electric chair?
I'm rooting for the chair.
Let me go see about that lawyer.
Oh. Shit.
Came by to tell you
this'll be your last night here.
They're moving you to Birmingham
bright and early tomorrow.
Another officer's gonna
relieve me here in a minute,
and... I was wondering
if, uh, you know,
you could sign this?
My wife asked me to ask you.
She's a big fan.
That so?
Didn't think I still had fans.
You're the most famous outlaw
in the country.
You don't see it in here,
but, uh,
the media's going crazy for you.
Yeah, you're a big deal.
You're the new Billy the Kid.
Million-dollar man.
- There he is.
- What do you say, Chief?
- How you doing this morning?
- Good.
Is the arresting officer inside?
Yeah, yeah, go on in.
Postell's in there.
That's the luckiest damn rookie
in the Lower 48.
- Morning.
- Morning.
We finally got him.
Thanks to your help.
He nearly killed me. Twice.
He's signing
his own Wanted posters.
For his fans.
We're getting stacks of letters,
women sending their underwear.
The guy's a celebrity.
Want to meet him
before we take him away?
No.
I just came by
to see for myself.
Brought a six-pack
for the guy who arrested him.
I'll leave you to it.
Yup.
Just like Billy the Kid.
♪ Run, Rudolph,
run, Rudolph, run. ♪
Are you ready?
Mm, sure am.
Let's move.
Push 'em back!
Clear a path!
Look at that face.
He's enjoying this, isn't he?
You know, I lived in Murphy
my whole life,
and I probably crossed paths
with Rudolph a hundred times,
I guess, and never thought twice
about it.
No one did.
He was just a nobody.
I mean, it's bullshit.
What kind of a world is it where
some nobody can become
a household name
just by being an asshole?
Well, I reckon that's what
he wanted right along.
To be famous
with the cameras on him,
the rest of us watching.
Well, I reckon he better preen
for the media now.
Ain't gonna be any cameras
in the death chamber.
Why did you do it?!
Why did you do it?!
Mr. Rudolph?
I'm looking mainly
at U.S. v. Moylan
and U.S. v. Dougherty.
What does
jury nullification mean?
It's basically asking the jury
not to convict,
despite the evidence.
Correct. Yeah.
We're in Birmingham, Alabama.
If we're careful about our jury
selection and argumentation,
there's no way
they're gonna convict me
of bombing an abortion clinic,
dead cop or no dead cop.
All we need is one pro-life
juror who sympathizes with me.
One holdout nullifies
the whole jury.
And on page two,
I profiled the perfect juror.
White, middle-aged,
female, obviously.
Lonely, empty-nesters,
widows, divorcees...
Eric, I need to give you
a reality check.
The reason we are in Birmingham
right now is because
this is where the government
has a virtually airtight case.
All the lustful,
lonely housewives in the world
won't be able
to overlook hard facts.
Say you manage
to get out of the death penalty
in Birmingham.
You'll immediately be on trial
for Olympic Park,
another high-profile bombing
with rock-solid evidence
connecting you to the bomb.
How can it be rock-solid?
How can there be
rock-solid evidence
that my son committed a crime
he did not commit?
Mrs. Rudolph...
this is the hard reality.
There is a noose
around your son's neck.
I will give him
the best defense I can,
but they are not even willing
to discuss a plea agreement.
Even though he didn't do it,
even though that's the Feds
tying their dirty laundry
to my son.
I mean, what kind of a lawyer
are you? You're telling me
you can get Ted Kaczynski off,
but for my son,
it is the electric chair?!
No. Bullshit!
Ma, it's okay.
I'm not gonna die.
No, he accidentally killed
one person.
He damaged some buildings.
The rest is just bullshit!
Now, you are sentencing my son
to death by apathy!
I am being the best advocate
for your son
- I can be based on the facts.
- Yeah.
What kind of lawyer,
what kind of person...?
Can you give us a moment?
Hey, Mama, hey, Ma, it's okay.
Relax. I got a whole plan.
I'm not gonna die.
No, they are gonna nail you to
the cross like Christ himself.
They are gonna kill you
for a crime you didn't commit.
Oh, Mama, come on.
I didbomb the Olympics.
What?
Of course I bombed the Olympics.
Hey, but it doesn't matter,
'cause I'm not gonna die.
The... You don't have
to get all upset.
Uh, we went to the Olympics
together, Eric.
- How could...?
- I know.
Why would you do something
like that?
It was just a game.
You know, the special agents,
the cops...
They think they're so tough.
They're just pawns.
They don't even know
who's in charge until... boom.
I was watching the news.
Well, those Olympic Park guys
boasting
about their technology
and their-their security.
They brought in the best people
in the world
to keep the Olympics safe.
They were the best in the world,
but I was better.
Our whole family was attacked
by the media,
attacked by the FBI,
because of you.
I mean,
I went on TV defending you.
Dan cut off his goddamn hand
because of you!
Yeah, Dan always was
a mongoloid.
You used me. You used me,
you used our whole family.
You manipulated us and then
dumped us like strangers.
You all practically asked
to be used.
Anything to give your desperate
little lives some meaning.
You've bounced from church
to church for 40 years, Mom.
And you never believed
in anything
the way you believe in me.
Think about that.
You deserve to die.
Yeah. The thing is,
God doesn't die, does he?
Mrs. Rudolph?
Ms. Clarke,
is your client prepared
to enter a plea
on all counts today?
We're ready, Your Honor.
Not quite, Your Honor.
The prosecution has something
they need to discuss
with me first.
Your Honor, we're not aware of
any pending motions or any...
It's quite important,
Your Honor.
Life or death.
And I'd suggest they bring
their explosives expert,
a Mr. Earl Embry?
This will be of particular
interest to him.
Now, I know you're
all eager to kill me,
but you really do need me alive.
Why is that, exactly?
Well, you see, I used
about 70 pounds of dynamite
in my various bombs.
And I believe there was
ten pounds left
in my cave when you
found it there, Agent.
More or less?
But when I broke into
the Austin Powder Company,
I stole about 350 pounds
of the stuff.
December 15 or 16, '96.
You can check their records
if you like.
Now, by my math,
that means there's
270 pounds of dynamite left.
And the trouble is I buried it.
In about ten
different locations,
all across
the Nantahala wilderness.
Now, Agent, am...
am I right in thinking
that dynamite becomes
more unstable over time?
See, that's why I asked
you to come in.
So you can explain it
to the prosecution,
being an expert and all.
Now, I stole it
just after the Olympics,
so it's been out there
a long, long time.
Even the tiniest of jarrings
could set it off.
Oh, and some caches are...
very close
to certain trailheads
and campsites.
I mean, there's one
in particular
that's right next
to a Boy Scout camp, too.
I mean, that's the one
I'm really worried about.
I mean, some
little Cub Scout troop
comes walking on by
after a hike and...
Well...
Now, what I'd like to do is I,
I'd like to point out all the
different locations on a map,
so you can disarm the dynamite
and nobody gets hurt.
But the thing is, I just
I can't seem to think clearly
with the threat
of the death penalty
hanging over my head.
I'll be outside.
Give us a moment.
Embry?
Embry!
Talk to me about
this dynamite stuff.
Do we haveto make this deal?
Yeah, you do.
We don't have any other choice?
No, you don't.
You have to have
those locations.
Otherwise, people are gonna die.
All right,
this is a onetime offer.
And if so much as
one stick of dynamite
goes unaccounted for,
you will fry.
Be advised, fire in the hole.
Fire in the hole,
Copy that, team. Good work.
Word's coming in.
They're all clear.
We got every stick.
All 270 pounds have been located
and detonated.
Hey, Ma.
Sorry for coming by early.
That's all right.
I've been up since 3:00 a.m.
I couldn't sleep.
You know my neighbor there,
she sees me yesterday,
says, "Big day for you.
Good luck."
Yeah, that's nice.
Is it?
Get my bag.
What the heck's that supposed
to mean, "Good luck"?
Like I'm heading to the casino
or like I'm the one
who's on trial.
Let's just go, Ma, come on.
All rise.
The U.S. District Court
for the Western District
of Alabama is now in session.
Defendant,
please stand to enter your plea.
For the charge
of maliciously using
and causing to detonate
an explosive device
resulting in multiple injuries,
as it relates to the bombings
of Northside
Family Planning Clinic
in Sandy Springs, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
For the charge of maliciously
using and causing to detonate
an explosive device,
resulting in multiple injuries,
as it relates
to the Otherside Lounge bombing
in Atlanta, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
For the charge of maliciously
using and causing to detonate
an explosive device,
resulting in the death
of Robert D. Sanderson and
personal injury to Emily Lyons
at the New Woman
All Women Clinic
in Birmingham, Alabama,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
And for the charge of
maliciously using and causing
to detonate an explosive device,
resulting in the death
of Alice Hawthorne
and in multiple injuries,
as it relates to the Centennial
Olympic Park bombing
in Atlanta, Georgia,
how do you plead?
Guilty.
Ms. Clarke?
If the defendant wishes
to make a statement,
we'll hear that now.
Today I've
deprived the government of its goal
of sentencing me to death.
And while the talking heads
on the news opine
that I am finished,
that I will
"languish broken and unloved
in the bowels
of some supermax"...
Mr. Jewell?
I'm Fallon.
I don't know if you remember me.
Of course I remember you.
I admire your courage
for coming, for facing him.
I know that's not easy after
everything he took from you.
And I'm sorry, Fallon.
I'm so sorry I...
that I couldn't save your mom.
You saved me.
You saved lots of other people.
I'm here today,
I'm alive today because of you.
All right, it's okay.
Well, that's it.
I'm done.
You haven't eaten a bite.
No. I mean...
that's it.
I'm done.
You mean done-done?
Yup.
Like, no-more-going-to-work
done?
Like that. Yup.
Really?
I just got tired
of taking my wedding ring off
to go to work.
What kind of job is that?
Oh.
I thought you'd do a jig
and shoot off
some Roman candles, whatnot.
No, you didn't.
I just...
I never really believed
you'd stop.
I always just assumed
you'd die on the job one day.
I'd get a call, or
a car would come up the drive
real slow,
there'd been an explosion.
Never thought you'd stop
until some bomb
punched your ticket for you.
God's honest truth, that's what
I always, always thought.
But...
that's what I signed up for,
and... and that's the job,
- but...
- You didn't sign up for that.
Earl.
I signed up
when I was 19 years old.
I signed up for you.
And I've been bracing myself
for 40 years.
So...
You give me a minute before
I start lighting fireworks
and dancing a jig, okay?
Oh.
A little souvenir from the ATF.
Trudy'll knit some hi-viz
mittens for the grand-nieces.
Ah.
Well, let's pass this torch.
Man, Theresa's gonna kill me.
Well...
that comes with the territory.
Yeah.
Yeah. Well,
stay safe, Earl.
You, too.
Young Joe Holliwell.
Bubba.
Well!
This is something.
Yeah.
Something told me you wouldn't
go to the sentencing, either.
How are you?
Oh.
Man after my own heart.
Well,
let's knock the top off of this.
- All right.
- Come on.
Trudy and I...
we've been together
pretty near forever.
The quilting thing
used to drive me nuts.
I mean,
how much more dumb of a hobby
can you come up with?
Take perfectly good cloth,
cut it into little pieces
and sew it back together.
I mean, up the wall.
Totally irrational.
And I used to pick at her
for the quilting, and she'd...
pick at me for my work,
and then...
one night I was watching her
take all those...
little pieces and...
put 'em together
into a bigger pattern,
reconstructing them,
piece by piece by piece,
until it all
starts making sense,
and I realize, Well, hell!
There it is
right under your damn nose.
It only took you two decades
of bickering to see it.
There-there's a phrase,
"The disgust
of self-recognition."
- Hmm.
- That's it.
Right there.
Huh.
There's a...
another side to that, too...
Maybe you've felt this.
When I was sitting at the table
with Eric...
when I saw that look on his face
when he was talking
about that hidden dynamite,
I wanted him dead.
I mean, I wanted
to watch him die
in the electric chair,
and I wanted it
with every part of my heart,
mind and soul.
And I hadn't felt like that
since our little son was killed.
And that's when I knew
it was time for me
to hang it up.
Because it
was gonna turn me into someone
I didn't like very much,
and I do not have
the years left in me
to work through all that again.
Look...
he's just a narcissist
who went shopping at Walmart
and hid in the woods.
Blowing up bombs is easy.
Taking all the pieces
and scraps...
putting them together...
making something beautiful...
something true...
that'shard.
And maybe it's futile.
But it's noble.
Well, hell.
Maybe I'lltake up quilting.
Well, what are you...
what are you gonna do next?
I don't know.
You know, it's funny...
feels like I'm standing
on my own two feet
for the first time in my life.
Just gonna enjoy that feeling
for a little bit.
I'll figure something out.
Hey.
Here's to gettin' out
while the getting is good.
All escort
officers to the dock area.
All escort officers
to the dock area.
Welcome home.
To the rest of your life.
Who's the writer next door?
Ted Kaczynski, Unabomber.
Who's he writing to?
Ted's got a huge fan club.
From his manifesto.
Manifesto, huh?
♪ You'd better run, Rudolph ♪
♪ Run, Rudolph, run. ♪
♪ You'd better run, Rudolph ♪
♪ Run, Rudolph, run. ♪
Well, I'm not sure
how I'm supposed to feel,
but at least it's finally over.
Where's the justice
in that, hmm?
Eric Rudolph kills
all those people,
and he's the one who gets
the dignity of due process.
Gets his day in court.
While you were accused,
convicted,
and sentenced by the media
without even a chance
to defend yourself.
You never had that.
And you never will.
I know.
And the worst of it?
I know in my heart,
that even though
Eric Rudolph pled guilty,
there are still people
who think it was you.
There will always be people
who think it was you.
Where's the justice
in that, hmm?
How's that supposed to be
the end of all this?
You need anything
from the food store? I'm going.
Nah, I'm fine.
Okay.
See you Sunday.
Oh, did you read in the paper
about that reporter dying?
That, uh, Kathy Scruggs?
The one who never apologized.
No, I hadn't heard.
How...? Um...
I mean, she was young.
Heroin, the paper said.
Or implied.
I half-expected to see her
in court today.
I never could've imagined
she died,
- let alone to drugs.
- Oh, stop.
Kathy Scruggs never
shed a tear for you.
Bad end to a bad seed.
Serves her right.
No, it doesn't,
doesn't serve her right.
She was just as caught up
and turned around
in all this as I was.
I'll see you Sunday.
Uh, come pick me up
around 10:30.
I love you, son.
Mama?
Mama?!