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Knox?
You there?
Richard?
Richard, I'm Don Sheppard.
I'm a producer at 60 Minutes.
Yeah, well, how about you get lost.
I have nothing to say.
Look, I saw your press conference.
I read what your lawyer wrote.
Richard, do you hear me?
I-I really want to talk with you.
Well, I don't want to talk with you.
I've heard it all before, sir.
You're just another lying journalist like all the others.
You don't give a crap about me. Thank you.
I-I don't blame you for feeling this way.
I-I would, too, in your shoes.
But we're 60 Minutes.
We don't chase ratings,
and we don't go in for sensationalism.
We just seek the truth.
Plain and simple.
Oh, yeah? What-what do you think the truth is?
I don't know.
But I sure as hell want to find out.
Don't you think you should at least hear us out?
You can come on out.
I'm alone. Wasn't followed.
Thank God.
I do. I-I truly thank God for you.
You can have that.
It's food and supplies.
Oh, man, I've been so hungry.
I keep thinking about you sending the FBI running.
Whole lot of shit-stained BDUs that day, huh?
Well, we showed them who owns these woods,
and it ain't the Feds.
No.
But, you know, I...
I see this FBI chopper.
Keeps circling around real low
like they didn't get the message.
Hey, if-if we got a .30-06 and a whole bunch of ammo,
I bet we could bring that thing right down from the sky.
Listen,
them folks been breaking their backs on these mountains,
scratching out a living?
That's my family.
And I will fight for them if need be
- 'cause no one else will. - Amen.
Well, taking down an FBI chopper?
That gets my family killed.
I won't allow that.
You understand me?
No, you're right.
Thank you.
Thou shalt not kill.
I believe that.
And even though I saved hundreds of unborn lives,
I still have nightmares about that cop in Alabama.
I don't want any more blood on my conscience.
I-I... I don't even have a squirrel rifle.
I may talk big, but I'm just a sitting duck.
And that's why...
I asked you for that map of all the FBI positions.
I need to know where they are and when so I can avoid them.
All right, let's take a look.
Hold this.
Now... FBI base is here.
- It's big. - Yeah.
Now, we Regulators essentially control
the entire interior of the forest.
They have the whole thing surrounded, so you can't escape.
- They're basically bringing in an army. - Mm.
So we need to be real careful
until I can implement your exfil.
What exfil?
Well, it's just in the planning phase,
but I'm working to get you past the FBI cordon
and out of these woods safely.
Huh.
The best thing for this community
is gonna be for you to quietly disappear.
That way, folks can go back to living
their normal, quiet lives, and you...
can go back to saving them babies.
Everyone wins.
Now, your mission...
is to stay away.
You so much as see an FBI patrol,
you have failed.
Do you copy me?
Yes, sir. Loud and clear.
Okay.
Thank you.
You be safe.
Open the gate.
All right, where are we?
Sir, now that we have the firepower,
the plan is to start moving back into the woods in force.
We establish rolling command posts,
take back the forest acre by acre.
If the militia resist, we hit back, hard.
Drive then deeper into the woods.
We expect the militia to concentrate
in The Regulators' fortified compound.
Once we locate the compound,
we'll surround it, flush 'em out.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but this plan,
occupying the woods, acre by acre,
seems like it can only lead to a protracted war.
Frankly, sir, you're already at war with the militia.
This is a plan to start winning the war.
If John Gray is sheltered in a fortified compound
and there's a siege,
how does that not end up like another Waco?
Let me think about it.
Copy.
Waging war against American civilians?
People who had nothing to do with Rudolph's bombs?
That's not why I joined the FBI.
You got a better plan, I'm all ears, Jack.
But we both know
Louis Freeh didn't send you an army for you not to use it.
Come here.
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn... it.
Oh, give you a hand?
- Obliged. - Oh, happy to help.
You live out here all by yourself?
Pretty much.
Just me and my brother.
You're pretty cut off here, huh?
Yup. Like it that way.
Yeah, of the same mind myself.
Go on.
Yeah, folks fly in here from New York
just to find some peace, then fly back out a week later.
Dumbest thing I ever heard of.
You build that thing?
Yes, sir.
Nantahala Harley.
It run?
Yes, sir.
Some folks got a '57 Chevy.
I got me a $57 Chevy.
What's wrong with him?
Cancer.
My brother Guthrie.
You got cancer?
Yeah, my daddy died of cancer.
What're these here?
These doing anything for you?
No.
No, of course not.
The government allows you to have these
'cause they know it won't do nothing.
They know if we're healthy and strong,
we wouldn't put up with their New World Order shit.
You ever hear of Laetrile?
Heard about it.
Yeah.
It's made from apricot pits.
Couple injections of that stuff, and the tumors are gone.
Laetrile would have cured my daddy's cancer in a week.
But the FDA and the federal government wouldn't allow it.
That's why he died.
You in pain?
Well, I got something else
the government don't want us to have.
God bless you, sir.
Here.
We tried living in town
some years back.
Didn't take.
Weren't for us.
No, sir.
Their rules, man.
Yeah, you think Murphy is bad.
I been to New York City.
Shit.
I look at those people.
I'm looking down on them, and I see ants.
You know, just little tiny ants running around,
following their rules
and obeying their pheromones, you know?
Carrying around some little crumb
like it's the be-all-end-all,
when it's just a crumb and you're an ant.
And if I reached down and I squashed you...
the universe wouldn't give a shit.
Huh.
Mm.
And on the other hand,
you put your finger in the anthill...
you watch 'em all run around like crazy
because God himself just blasted their world.
Yeah.
That's something, huh?
Yes, sir.
Ain't it nice to have company?
We don't see nobody.
You're the first soul we've seen up here in six months.
- Six or eight. - Yeah.
- God's honest truth. - Huh.
You ever go down to town? Down Murphy?
Every few months, I got to go get his pills for him.
Get a few things from the Walmart, too.
What, you take the Harley?
It can carry a load back up here?
- Sure can. - Yeah?
That baby,
if I had the mind to patent it, I'd make a fortune.
People... they'd be lined up, throwing money at me.
If I cared to.
You're full of shit, Daubert.
Well, I sure am glad to know you both.
I hope we can do this again real soon.
♪ As I was walking all alane ♪
♪ I saw two corbies making main ♪
♪ Unto the other did say-o ♪
♪ Where shall we gag and dine today-o? ♪
♪ Where shall we gag and dine today? ♪
See that one there?
That one's Eric.
No way. The big one?
- Yup. - You named him after me?
Yes, sir.
That gobbler,
he knows what's going on.
He knows.
♪ Oh, that rattlesnake taste mighty fine ♪
♪ With a little sip of blackberry wine ♪
♪ But right now his mama's cooking sure would taste good ♪
♪ You better run, Rudolph, run ♪
♪ Run, Rudolph, run ♪
♪ Or the FBI's a-gonna shoot you with their gun. ♪
How'd you figure it out?
I may not be the sharpest tool,
but I can still put a few twos together now and then.
That change things?
Hell no.
You're a goddamn hero.
I'm honored that you're here with us.
Now, guys like us, who stand up for our beliefs,
we got to stick together.
- Amen, brother. - Amen.
Now, you ain't gonna go around telling people you met me?
- Be careless, get me killed? - You know what side I'm on.
And you know I'm no braggart.
Well, good.
I got a question for you.
All that talk about taking the Harley down to Walmart...
You just tell me what you need.
Thank you.
I'm getting worried about your brother.
He should be back by now.
No, i-it takes a spell coming back.
He's only got the sledge.
Can't go so fast with cargo.
Daubert.
Hey.
Mission accomplished.
You get it all? Everything on the list?
Every last thing.
All right.
They had a sale on Mentos.
So I grabbed them if you want some.
- Mixed berry. - Tell you what.
You keep those Mentos for yourself.
You earned them.
Oh.
Lookee here.
Ain't it somethin'?
I thought you'd get a laugh out of it.
They're all over the place.
You look like Christ himself on there.
Now, you were careful when you took that, right?
Sure was. I grabbed it right off a telephone pole.
Yeah.
Sure is a shit-ton of zeroes, ain't it?
Those scumbags think they can buy our loyalty.
Not for all the zeroes in the world.
Thank you.
You did great.
What were those? Gunshots, man?
Eric?
Oh.
Daubert shot himself.
What?
Why?
Well, he killed himself out of grief.
'Cause you died.
You're joking.
Oh, shit, man.
Don't scare me like that.
You're joking, right?
Eric.
Please.
It's me.
You know me.
Please?
Whatever you want, just tell me.
You can have it.
What I want?
You're giving it to me right now.
This is it.
I'm not an ant.
Eric, I-I'm Guthrie.
I'm not an ant.
Well, depends on your perspective, don't it?
Oh.
You can go to church your whole life
and never feel like this.
Like God himself.
"The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away."
It'd be better if you weren't such a goddamn cripple.
But, oh, well.
Sorry.
Wow, look at it.
Yeah, don't let it get to your head.
We're here to say thank you for the offer,
but no way are we going on 60 Minutes
unless we control every single shot.
- You hear me? - Yeah, but wow.
All right, come on.
Yeah. Yeah.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Wallace. It's a pleasure, sir.
The pleasure's mine.
Watson Bryant. Pleasure, Mr. Wallace.
Thank you.
What are you looking for from us, exactly?
We don't give you the questions in advance.
We don't tell you what we're going to cover.
You either do the interview or not.
Our house, our rules.
What we're looking for, Mr. Wallace,
is something that tells us that you've done your homework.
That you're looking beyond the goddamn fictional bullshit
of the FBI or the other media.
This is 60 Minutes,
the most respected news program in America.
And CNN is CNN and Tom Brokaw is Tom Brokaw,
but so far they've all just been parroting
the other newspapers or the FBI.
So you'll excuse me if I ask for something more concrete.
We've read your dossier from the press conference,
very carefully.
But we had our own independent investigators go to the park
to conduct their research.
What did they find?
We also researched the FBI, into everything it found
and how they conducted their investigation.
And our research into you.
Your history, your work history, your criminal history.
Everything.
So if you're looking for reassurance
that we've done our homework, we've done our homework.
But if you're looking for reassurance
that we're going to proclaim your innocence on air...
that's not what happens.
Well, Mr. Wallace, your producers were...
My only loyalty rests with my 15 million viewers.
What my viewers want, what they expect from us,
is excellent journalism.
What they want, what they expect,
is to see Richard get eviscerated on air.
I mean, that's the whole reason that you're asking us
to do this, because the whole nation
will tune in to see Richard Jewell the Bomber
take a nosedive off a cliff on national TV.
Yes, and?
And...
is he gonna splat?
Or is his parachute gonna open?
I'm not sure.
That depends on the facts.
We ask the tough questions and let that speak for itself.
So, yes, you're jumping off a cliff.
And your parachute may or may not open.
You might be exonerated in front of the entire world.
Or you might splat.
That's the rules of the game here.
Can't handle them?
Don't play.
So, there you go.
We take this as a lesson, and we shop around.
We find somewhere else that'll give us a big exclusive
and tell it from our side.
This is what we've been looking for from the beginning.
Journalist whose only loyalty is to the truth.
That's why people listen to him.
But they very well could be listening to him
saying you're guilty.
And if that happens,
on 60 Minutes...
it'll be forever.
So, what do you want to do?
Hi, Richard.
Thank you.
People say you're a fat, failed security guard
who lives with his mother.
Is that accurate?
It's unkind but true.
People also say that you're the man who built, planted
and detonated that bomb in Centennial Olympic Park.
Are you?
- No, I am not. - Oh, come on, Richard.
We know you were overzealous, aggressive,
even dangerous at Piedmont College.
We know you were arrested for impersonating an officer.
We know you were desperate for a job, to be a hero,
to prove yourself to all the law enforcement in the park.
The FBI has evidence that you told a friend
that you were gonna be "right in the middle of that big mess."
And they have evidence that you pursued
specialized explosives training.
That you owned a green backpack
like the one used in the bombing.
Do you deny any of that?
No, sir, I do not.
And you're telling us that it's just a huge coincidence
that you happened to find a bomb
through some sort of sixth sense on that night?
Doesn't it seem far-fetched to you?
And doesn't it seem more reasonable to believe
that you placed the bomb there
so you could find it and become a hero?
Because that seems a lot more plausible to me.
He just put his head in the goddamn noose. We are screwed.
I know it's hard for many people to believe
that someone who looks like me,
someone who, um, hadn't been successful in life,
someone who's, uh, lower-class
and has made a lot of mistakes in his life could be a hero.
One of the things I've discovered about people,
about prejudice, is that it's somehow easier
to look at me and imagine that I'm a villain.
But I say to you today,
and I say to law enforcement,
and to everyone who will watch this:
look beyond appearances before you judge.
Look inside my heart.
You will see that I'm an honorable man.
Look at the facts,
and you'll see that I'm an innocent man.
You tell him, you beautiful sack of shit!
"An innocent man."
Well, that's not what the journalists are saying.
And that's not what
the Federal Bureau of Investigation is saying.
Let me show you this.
Headline after headline.
They can't all be untrue.
They can be and they are.
The media wanted a dramatic headline
to sell papers, so they created one.
You're saying that the entire media establishment,
everyone from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution
to CNN to CBS News itself
is placing sensationalism
over truth?
That the FBI,
the most respected law enforcement bureau in the world,
is, what, lying?
Or just wrong?
The FBI wanted to look good.
They wanted to... to look strong and effective
and give everyone the impression that they were safe.
"We got our man, and we got him quickly."
So they leaked my name to the press.
They colluded with the media,
and everyone got what they wanted,
even if it meant telling a lie
and destroying an innocent man's life.
You claim that the FBI's own timeline
essentially eliminates you as a suspect.
That you could neither have placed the bomb
nor made the 911 call warning about the bomb.
60 Minuteshas investigated your claims independently.
And we've discovered that not only
does the FBI's timeline
eliminate you as a suspect,
but the size and the nature of the bomb itself
makes the FBI's theory
extremely improbable.
As I've been saying from the beginning,
I am an innocent man.
And you proved that, didn't you?
You went public with the facts exonerating you.
Yes, sir.
You proved your innocence beyond a doubt.
What was their reaction?
They didn't listen.
And they still haven't listened, even though the facts indicate
that the real bomber is still out there.
That is correct, sir.
It'll never end, sir.
Because the FBI leaked your name.
- God. - And the media valued a good story or an easy...
Why'd you join the FBI, Stacey?
Me?
Growing up in East Point,
the cops always looked like you.
And I wanted the little girls in East Point
to be able to look at me and see
there's someone who looks like you.
Who's out there trying to fix things,
trying to make things better.
Instead of just watching while this bad shit happened
to good people and praying you wouldn't be next.
What if we're the ones
doing bad shit to good people?
Remember when we were questioning him?
The whole time we were talking to him,
he was tying himself up in knots trying to tell us
what he thought we wanted to hear.
"Good boy syndrome," whatever you called it.
Yeah, so?
So what's your problem?
My problem is I'm tying myself up in goddamn knots
trying to keep from speaking the truth.
And I'd say I'm worried we screwed over an innocent man.
We played politics.
Got distracted by headlines, and while we were doing that,
we let Rudolph off the hook to run around
free to plan his next...
I'd say we compromised our integrity.
The FBI's integrity.
And we're still compromising it by sitting here doing nothing,
instead of making things right.
Seriously?
What if it's true?
You know the evidence doesn't say that, Jack.
Some of it.
But what if we're only seeing the evidence we want to see?
Okay, shit.
What's happening right now?
We still have that dossier from Embry.
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution was the first to report
- that you were a suspect. - Thank you.
But not only that, they said
that you fit the profile of a lone bomber,
a frustrated police wannabe
who wanted to become a hero.
Suggesting that you had planted the bomb there
so that you'd come off as a hero.
It's all a lie.
Whatever will sell
or keep the story in the news
is what they've been saying.
You want me to turn it off, Kath?
- No, leave it. - The Journal also reported
investigators believed Jewell was the bomber
and that he had made a 911 call about the bomb
before it exploded.
But Jewell's attorneys later demonstrated
that the call was made while Jewell
w A s still inside Centennial Park.
The Journal and reporter Kathy Scruggs
refused to back down, even when their stories
were proven to be demonstrably false.
Jewell has never been charged,
and has never been arrested.
But night and day, wherever he goes,
- Excuse me. - Jewell is followed by the FBI.
When Jewell goes out for a drive,
- the FBI is on his tail. - Whoa.
Not just one agent,
but a whole FBI convoy.
- I fought so hard to get here, -Holy shit.
To get my story told.
-I've said this all so many times -This is it.
But nobody ever listened.
Well, they're sure listening now.
Because even in a world where everybody's
selling stories,
the truth still matters.
Thank you for helping me tell it.
Thank you.
The FBI has refused
to discuss its investigation,
refused to say whether
Jewell is still a suspect,
and refused to discuss the leak.
And by the way, Mrs. Jewell says
the FBI has still not returned her Tupperware
or her Disney tapes.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
You know what?
- You know what? - Yeah.
- Yeah? You feel that? - Yeah.
You beautiful man. You did it.
You did it! You did it!
Oh...
Come on, now. God!
60 Minutes.
Yeah. There.
Uh-huh.
Oh, this is it.
Did you get my peat moss?
Oh...
The pruning shears?
I'm sorry, honey.
What did you get at Walmart?
I bought a bomb.
This wasn't on the list.
You remember that double helix wire...
We couldn't figure it out? It's the backing on this
artificial wreath. He used it as camouflage.
Every single one of these components...
From Merry Christmas down to the nails...
He bought his bomb at Walmart.
Just don't bring it in the house.
Yeah.
Everything but the dynamite.
Jack, this is way above our pay grade.
You're seeing one tiny piece
of a very, very big puzzle.
There's got to be something the leadership knows
that we don't.
Daddy knows best, huh?
We gather the pieces, they do the puzzle.
Chain of command. That's why it exists.
'Cause, yeah, Daddy usually does know best.
All right.
But look at it like this.
If what's in this dossier...
I-if what Embry told us is true...
Rudolph is obsessed with law enforcement,
that he's playing God, watching us, manipulating us,
manipulating the militiamen, too, maybe. I...
If Embry's right,
it's not that we trapped Rudolph in Nantahala.
He...
He trapped us.
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