All language subtitles for Manhunt.S02E08_English

NEWSMAN: In other news, days after Jay Leno apologized

to Richard Jewell on air,

P
i edmont College has agreed to pay

the former Olympic bombing
suspect Richard Jewell

t
o
drop his lawsuit against the
college.

-[clamoring]
-Did 60 Minutes'story change

your opinion on Richard Jewell?

♪ ♪

Richard Jewell is suing us
for defamation.

Jewell's lawsuit names
both the newspaper

and you personally, Kathy.

And it's not a frivolous suit.

I've never been sued before.

Wh-What does this mean?

What do we do?

Well, the good news is, the AJC
won't hang you out to dry.

If you stick with us,
we'll craft a joint defense

and fight this to the end.

We have a strong legal argument
and a decent chance of winning.

Plus, he's one man with
a real estate lawyer versus

all these suits
and all this paper.

We can bury them in paper,
appeal, change venues.

Even if we never really win,

t
h
ere's lots of ways we can avoid
losing.

BILL:
But listen, Kath,

if we choose to fight,
it's to the death.

Jewell's got a great underdog
story, and he's a fighter.

We'll, we'll probably win,
but you might spend

t
h
e next five or six years in and
out of courtrooms.

And you're gonna
have to sit across

from Richard Jewell himself
over and over.

Now, if you don't have the
intestinal fortitude to do that,

we need to know.

What's the alternative?

I mean, i-is there
an alternative?

MARLENA:
We could do
what everyone else is doing--

Leno, Brokaw, CNN--
and settle or apologize,

but both you and the paper
would take a reputational hit.

How bad?

The paper would survive.

The paper
would survive.

You know how this business is.

It's all about credibility.

Yeah.

It would be the end
of your career as a journalist.

At the AJCor anywhere else.

I
c
an't even process what that
would mean.

Well, look at it this way.

If-if we settle and apologize,

we get this all over with
all at once.

Nothing hanging over your head,
no uncertainty.

You-you could start fresh

and become a preschool teacher

or start a goat farm,
whatever normal people do.

Y
o
u're young enough to have a
second act of some kind.

What dopeople do
after something like this?

A big, public... shaming?

Why don't you ask
Richard Jewell?

BILL:
Take the long weekend
to think it over.

♪ ♪

["Road Angel"
by The Doobie Brothers
playing]

♪ I was ridin' down
that highway♪

♪ Silver Harley by my side♪

♪ When I...♪

[music stops]

[grunts softly]

[indistinct chatter,
children laughing]

TAMMY:
Aunt Kathy. Aunt Kathy came.

-[quietly]: Shit.
-I thought for sure

you were gonna miss it.

Hi, sweetheart.

How you doing?

Hi.

Uh-- oh, all right.

-[laughs softly]
-And those are all my presents.

-Wow. You have a lot
of presents, huh?
-Kathy.

Look at you.

Honey pie.

Of course we would have
invited you.

We just never
thought you'd come.

♪ You call me your friend...♪

Where is Mom?

I-I was thinking of staying for
a few days, just to get away.

Oh, because of that thing?

T
h
at must be so hard. I can't
even imagine.

TAMMY:
Aunt Kathy,

you should come
to the Girl Scouts tomorrow.

-
Wouldn't that be fun?
-
That's a great idea.

Y
e
ah, why don't you go play with
your friends?

[sighs]

Or if you're staying, you can do

a career day thing
for my sixth-graders.

T
h
ey would just love to meet a
real big-city journalist.

♪ I'll just keep bouncin'...♪

I'm gonna get a soda.
You want anything?

[quietly]:
I'm fine, thank you.

♪ Everybody seems
to disappear on me♪

♪ Can't trust no one♪

♪ As far as I can see♪

♪ If I could be that fly♪

♪ That's on the wall♪

♪ Listenin' to my friends
talk about it all♪

♪ You call me your friend,
but you only want the ends♪

♪ And I'll never see you
if I had no loot♪

♪ I'll never see them again♪

♪ I'm just glad I know the
truth and I'm payin' my own
bills♪

♪ And I'll never,
ever depend on you♪

♪ Sons of Soul, y'all...♪

Maybe you want
to do that inside?

♪ I don't mean to step
on nobody's foot, but, ah...
♪

Sure.

♪ There's nobody to call♪

♪ When they need me, my...♪

Hey, sunflower.

-
Hey, Mom.
-
Come here.

Oh.

-So good to see you. Mmm.
-Mmm.

-[sniffles]
-[sighs]

Mm. You're so thin.

What's your secret?

[whispers]:
Stress.

[chuckles]

[laughs softly]

D
o
n't you listen to your sisters.

They're just jealous because
you're out there kicking butt.

Eh, it's not them.

This other stuff?

That's just nonsense.
It'll pass.

You're a winner, Kathy.
You always have been.

[laughs softly]

My brag wall, hmm.

I have to show you off a little.

I
m
ean, the family photos are cute
and everything,

but, well, everybody in Athens

has a wall full
of Santa photos and such.

Nobody's got headlines.

I
-
If you took down a-all my
articles,

what would you put up?

Why ever would I do that?

Well, if you had to.

Wh-What would you put up for me?

Well, I guess
your prom queen portrait.

And cotillion.

[chuckles]

That's 25 years ago.

They're nice pictures.

Do you really think
that you would be happier

if you had a passel of kids
and a McMansion, hmm?

Please.

That was never for you,
even when you were a child.

Now, you-you risked everything

and you actually made
something of your life.

T
h
ere'd be nothing left without
those headlines.

I'd be erased.

MOM:
Don't be morose.

Besides, there's nothing
on heaven and earth

that would get me to,
to take those down anyway.

I'm proud of you, sunflower.

-Yeah?
-Oh, oh, oh. Come here.

-Come on. Oh...
-[crying]

Mom...

It's all right, sweetie.

Here, why don't you
stay for a while?

There's always a place
for you here.

TAMMY:
Grandma, Grandma.

We're gonna open presents now.

One minute, sweetie. Okay?

-[door closes]
-Why don't you go on upstairs,
have a lie-down?

Then, when you feel ready,

go get yourself a dress
out of the big closet

and come on down
to the party, okay?

Okay.

[exhales]

[chatter, laughter in distance]

[sighing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I'm in.

Richard Jewell can kiss my ass.

Jack...

Yes, this is
Special Agent Jack Brennan.

I need to talk to Agent Embry.
It's urgent.

MANAGER:
I really can't let anyone
back there.

T
h
e back office is for employees
only.

EMBRY:
My sister is an assistant
manager at a Wal-Mart,

so I know that you have
the authority

to allow me to run a search.

Now, I'm an ATF agent.
I am in the middle

-of an investigation...
-Agent Brennan.

FBI.

[chuckles]

Tracy, you need to get
this federal agent

whatever he's looking for,

or you'll be hearing
from Washington.

If you have any problems,
I encourage you

to call FBI headquarters.
Number's on the card.

Well, thanks.

Don't mention it.

What arewe looking for
here, exactly?

Look here.

Cash purchase from one week ago

right here in Murphy.

Any of those items
mean anything to you?

I...

Every single component
that Eric needs

to build his signature bomb

is on this receipt.

[chuckles] What? It's got to be
a bizarre coincidence.

You don't buy these items
all together

unless you're building a bomb.

Look here.
The way Eric builds these bombs

is he uses the galvanized pipe
as a container

for the explosives.

So a ten-inch section
of six-inch pipe

will hold about, I don't know,

ten and a half pounds of TNT.

That's a lot.

And if he builds these bombs

according to the parts...

...every single one of them

will have the destructive power

of the one that was detonated

at Centennial Olympic Park.

What do you mean,
every single one of these bombs?

These are not the parts
for onebomb.

There's enough here
for eightbombs.

You were right.

About all of it.

Yeah.

What do I do now?

You're doing it.

You follow the truth
wherever it leads.

[sighs]
I've spent the day
in Janet Reno's office,

acting as a shit umbrella
for the entire Bureau.

She's demanding names
of who to haul before Congress

for the Richard Jewell
situation.

Oh.

Well, sir, I...

No-no-no.
You got nothing to worry about.

I don't throw my own people
under the bus.

Yes, sir.

Right now, though, I need you
back in North Carolina

pushing full steam ahead.

Actually, sir, I came here
because I believe

we need to change course.
Dramatically.

I'm s...
You k-- you kidding me?

No, sir. I believe the only way
forward in Nantahala

is to formally charge
Eric Rudolph

with the Olympic Park bombing.

I'm s... Am I on Candid Camera
right now? I mean...

The reason we can't catch
Eric Rudolph is because

the locals are protecting him.

They're protecting him
because they see him as a hero.

If we show them Rudolph
bombed the Olympic Games,

they'll stop.

And then we'll at least
have a shot

at finally catching him.

It also has the virtue
of being true.

Eric Rudolph
is the Olympic Park bomber.

The proof is all right here.

It's not happening.

Look. I know you're passionate

about your little piece
of the pie.

And that's great.
But I have to think

of the organization as a whole.

Daddy knows best, huh?

That's right.

Well, sir...

frankly...
you have absolutely no clue.

You're busy maneuvering
and cutting deals

in some Washington corridor,

playing cover-your-ass
with Janet Reno.

You have no clue
what's happening on the ground.

You have no clue
what's going on in this case.

Ido.

And my team look to me
to keep them safe.

So do the citizens of Nantahala.

So do the militiamen, even
though they might not admit it.

My duty is to them.

I'm not gonna sacrifice
their lives

so you can look good
for Janet Reno.

Or for NBC News.

[chuckles] Little Jack Brennan,
all grown up.

I love it.
I love the passion.

Let me ask you
a question, though.

How much power do you think
you actually have here?

I have enough to make things
very uncomfortable for you, sir.

It's your investigation.

You want to charge Eric Rudolph
with Centennial Park,

you go ahead,
but I'll tell you this:

it'll be the last thing
you ever do as law enforcement.

Richard Jewell will get a job
as a cop before you do.

You want to die on that hill?

I'm not gonna stop you.

[indistinct chatter]

-[small engine running]
-[indistinct chatter outside]

[chuckles] It's an honor
to have you here, sir.

N
o
w, we got three concentric
layers of perimeter defenses.

Booby traps
throughout the woods,

and every approach
is defended in depth.

The FBI has no idea
what they're up against here.

No, sir, they do not.

C
a
ptain Blackburn here trained me
personally many years ago.

So, you're gonna have
your SPIKE teams

come in here and fight the FBI?

No. You're gonna run,
Rudolph, run.

And the captain here is gonna
get you out of here,

safe and sound, for good.

We've activated a network
of safe houses.

And we have one of our elite
SPIKE squads standing by

to shuttle you out of the state.

And this nightmare
can finally be over.

-
For all of us.
-
That's right.

And you're confident
about the operational security?

And these are trusted men?

These are men I trust
with my life.

All right.

Well, North Carolina
to Guatemala or Panama

or wherever is easy.

I think the hard part's
getting out of Nantahala.

We got a plan for that.
Check it out.

We found a spot
in the FBI perimeter

that we can exploit.

Now, tonight,
right after sundown,

my regulators will create
a diversion.

Okay, they'll start
popping off firecrackers

and hot-rodding on ATVs.

A
n
d this... will pull the FBI's
attention.

They're gonna assume
that it's you going for freedom.

Right.

While they're distracted,

you will rendezvous
with a single ATV

-right where
we're standing here.
-Right here.

And once our spotters
give the all clear,

you'll blast through
the FBI perimeter.

And we'll convey you
to the SPIKE teams standing by

that are ten miles away
with clean vehicles.

After that,
you're as good as gone.

If I could make
a few suggestions?

Sure.

I think we'd be better served

with the diversion right here,
in this clearance here.

See, this way I'd be closer
to the main FBI base,

-get the leadership involved.
-Absolutely.

I want to thank you for
everything you've done for me.

At great personal cost.
I'll never forget it.

-Thank you.
-You'll always be in my prayers.

You're in ours.

[engines roaring]

-[fireworks popping]
-We have gunfire,

p
o
ssible explosives, vehicles on
the move.

Move! Move!

Deliver shooter positions, ASAP.
We're on our way!

Where the hell is he?

[motorcycle engines revving
and fireworks popping nearby]

Go, go, go.

[shovel digging]

♪ ♪

[alarm clock beeping]

[sighing]

[groans]

[alarm stops]

[shuddering]

[breathing erratically]

[shudders]

I hope I didn't keep
anyone waiting.

Everyone ready now?

O
u
r considered position is that
your lawsuit is without merit,

a
n
d we're willing to go to court
and fight it.

We... we have settlements
with NBC, CNN, ABC,

the New York Post.

You're the AJC.

I thought we were coming here
to talk about a settlement.

And an apology.

BILL:
The AJChas nothing
to apologize for.

Neither does Ms. Scruggs.

It's our position
that our stories met

or exceeded
every journalistic standard.

A
n
d we'll take this to the
Supreme Court

if we have to.

-Why, of all the bullshit...
-Ma'am.

Ma'am. Ms. Scruggs.

You told lies about me
in the newspaper.

You were the first one,
and because of those lies,

I can't get a job.

I can't go to the food store,
I can't open my curtains.

And the truth is,
no matter what happens here

or in court,
until the day I die,

there will be people who believe
that I'm a murderer.

Because of what you wrote.

You don't have to respond
to that, Kathy.

Maybe someone who's
smart and accomplished,

like you are,
has less experience

screwing things up
than a guy like me does,

but I think you know
in your heart

what you have to do
so's you can look in the mirror

and feel okay.

And that's what
I'm offering here.

Um... I don't want
some big battle.

But you got it wrong.

It all started with you.

I'd like your help to end it.

I don't think...

You don't have to say
anything, Kathy.

[sighs deeply]

I didn't screw up.

I wasn't wrong.

Yes, you were inconvenienced.

Yes, you were made
uncomfortable.

My job is not
to make you comfortable.

My job is to report the facts

as I uncover them.

That's what journalists do.

Every statement in my article
met or exceeded

our standard guidelines
for sourcing.

I did what I was supposed to do.

I did my job.

That's journalism by the book.

There's no way in hell
I or anyone in this room

is gonna apologize for that.

Yeah, but you were wrong.

I was not wrong.

I reported that the FBI
was looking at you.

That's a fact.

I reported that
you received bomb training.

That's a fact.

I reported that
you fit the profile

of a hero bomber;
that's also a fact.

WATSON:
Which profile?

According to who?
There isn't any one profile...

We use "voice-of-God."

That's an editorial decision
made at the board level.

I conform
to our editorial guidelines.

Y
o
u're-- so you're trying to say
that this headline

and this story... aren't false?

I'm saying in journalism,

it's about proper or improper

reporting of the facts.

This story was proper.

WATSON:
This isn't about some
abstract journalistic principle.

This is about this human being

sitting right here
in front of you.

Look at him.

Can't you do the right thing
and just admit

w
h
at we all know to be the truth?

I stand by what I wrote.

Every word of it.

Okay, we'll see you in court.

Ms. Scruggs...

WATSON:
No, no, come on, come on.

Now, that is the very definition
of a bagful of assholes.

Yeah, they want a fight?
We'll kick the shit out of...

You think they made her
say all that stuff?

W
h
at? Did you hear what she just
said?

Y
e
ah, but she doesn't look okay,
does she?

What do you care? Come on.
Screw her.

[indistinct chatter]

He made us look
like goddamn fools.

Putting my men out there
to get shot at

a
n
d then standing us up like
goddamn assholes.

[bushes rustling]

Hey, where the hell were you?

Where the hell were you,
huh, asshole?!

You and your big
shit-for-brains plan.

You stood us up.

Oh, don't give me that shit.

I was on my way
to the rendezvous

when a whole squad of FBI agents

came running up on me
in what you told me

was your zone
of goddamn confidence!

You guys all talk so tough.
Yeah, right.

I
m
ean, look at my leg. They
almost killed me.

-Okay, wait a second...
-Those shit bags!

I told you we should've
hit them harder.

Y
o
u need to show 'em whose town
this is.

You need to stand up to them.

T
h
ey're making us look like
goddamn pussies!

Don't tread on me?
Bullshit, man!

They're treading all over us.

You need to keep
your powder dry, Pot Boy.

I've been saying this
for months now.

I told you over and over
and over again.

We need to punish them.

Shit, draw some blood.

It's time.

We'll discuss this in counsel.

Talk about it.
Mealy-mouth dither.

That's just what
the Feds are expecting.

You know what, I'm out of here.

I'll be in touch when I know

I can trust you all
to protect me!

-We go right now and start
taking frigging scalps.
-OTHERS: Yeah!

We have weapons, we have gear.

-OTHERS: Yeah!
-What the hell we waiting for?

[men shouting, cheering]

I-I-I lift up the rocks and
expose the bad shit underneath

s
o
my sisters can wear their
shitty Talbots party dresses

and not let it touch the...

And I'msupposed to apologize?

I-I'm the bad guy here?

Hey, it was a good tip
and a killer story.

And it was sourced
to Washington.

I did everything right.

And now... nobody's got my back.

I got your back.

Screw these guys.

♪ Murderer♪

♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer...♪

Do you think I ruined his life?

Do you?

Jesus, Kathy,
you got to forget this guy.

Okay? He's messing you up.

What guy?

[laughs softly]

♪ Act like you know...♪

Look, you want to forget?

I got something here.

♪ Here comes the
hotstepper...♪

I already tried that.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

This is better.
It's a little up, a little down.

You know, just like
in the old days.

♪ Na-na-na-nah,
na-na-nah, na-na-nah♪

♪ Na-na-na-nah♪

♪ Yeah, man♪

♪ That's how it is...♪

[laughs softly]

You do have my back, huh?

♪ Na-na-na-nah.♪

[fast dance music playing]

♪
T urn my body on, turn my body on♪

♪ Turn my body on, turn
my body on♪

♪
T urn my body on, turn my body on♪

♪ Turn my body on...♪

♪ Turn my body on, turn
my body on, turn my body on♪

♪
T urn my body on, turn my body on♪

♪ Turn my body on, turn
my body on♪

♪
T urn my body on, turn my body...♪

And a dramatic twist of fate in the case of Richard Jewell.

We have learned that a number
of major news outlets,

including ABC, NBC, the
New York Post, Time magazine,

a major Atlanta radio station, and our own CNN news

have all settled
their lawsuits with Jewell

for undisclosed sums

in the wake of Jewell's
appearance on60 Minutes.

MEDIA SPOKESMAN:
While we believed
at the time, sincerely,

that the story of the hero
bomber was true, it was not.

By labeling Mr. Jewell a hero
bomber, we have contributed

a great deal
of pain and difficulty

suffered by him
and his family.

And I and all the newsroom
staff offer Mr. Jewell

our sincere apology.

CNN ANCHOR:
This wave of settlements
and apologies leaves

only one major media holdout,

theAtlanta
Journal-Constitution,

w
h ose own Kathy Scruggs wrote the initial story

accusing Richard Jewell...

[knocking on door]

[pounding on door]

BILL:
I know you're in there.

[gasps quietly]

I-I told Lindsay to tell you,

I-- Bill, I'm,
I'm sick as a dog.

I went to the doctor...

[doorknob rattles]

I'm not leaving.

[sniffs]

She told me.

Way she said it,
I almost believed her.

Yeah, she's good.

Kathy, you know how
we're always telling ourselves

we can stop any time we want to?

Now is the time to prove it.

You understand me?

It's up to you.

But I won't be back.

[coughs]

[scoffs]

Y
o
u know... there was no one big
lie here.

No one huge bad decision.

Just made little adjustments,
little accommodations.

One by one, they...
added up to all this.

How do you take it?

Milk, no sugar.

So, what do you do?

When what?

When the organization,

the... chain of command,

the institution
you gave your life to,

that... you thought was some
shining beacon of truth,

turns out to be as messed up
as all the others?

Well...

...you know the parable
of the fool

who built his house on sand?

Built a big, beautiful house
right on the beach,

a
n
d the first storm come in, blew
that house right down.

Now, his neighbor, a wise man,
he built a house, too,

but before he started building,

he drilled down
through the sand,

anchored his foundation
in the bedrock.

So when the storm passed,

his house was still standing.

See, bedrock could mean...
faith,

substance, truth.

And the way Jesus tells it

is two separate guys.

Wise man, fool.

But, see, I've come to believe

maybe it's the same guy,
you know?

Got the fool,
had to build that house

on the sand and have it
come down on him

maybe one or two times
before he built on bedrock.

And he becomes wise.

[chuckles]

'Cause whether you like
parables or not,

that's pretty much how it works.

[laughs softly]

Well... there's only one way
to fix this.

And that's put Rudolph
behind bars.

Yep.

And there's only one man
who can do that.

It's not the wise man,
it's not the fool.

Yeah.

That bedrock of truth

better be pretty damn strong.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

This is a joke, right?

There's no other way.

It's a Hail Mary,
but it's the only play here.

Are you trying
to get yourself killed

'cause you shit the bed
on Richard Jewell?

Jack, it wasn't our fault.

We did the best we could.
And we were following orders.

Y
o
u were following orders. But I
made those choices.

And I have to make them right.

No, you don't-- Jack.

You're one man
in a big organization.

Nobody expects that of you.

That's the problem.
Nobody expects it of me.

I've been toeing the company
line my whole life.

I can either stay loyal
to FBI command

or I can stay loyal
to the truth.

Come on, Stacey.
You've been telling me that

since the day we met.

Yeah, but I never
expected you to listen.

Work with Joe Holliwell,
prepare the paperwork.

I want to charge
Eric Rudolph with Centbom

-as soon as I get back.
-Yeah, okay.

But, boss, what if
you don't come back?

Shit.

[engine starts]

-[country music playing]
-[bartender speaking
indistinctly]

[indistinct radio transmission]

Well, well, well.

Thank you for making
this happen.

I got to say, I think you fellas
are playing with fire here.

I lay ten-to-one odds that your
heads are gonna wind up mounted

on the wall of a militia
compound. [chuckles]

Come on. They're right out here.

Be back later, Lee.

Okay, Sheriff.

[door locks]

[engine roaring]

This looks like our ride.

-Get 'em in the van now!
-Let's go, let's go.

We don't have a weapon.

-Shut up!
-Move, move, move.

Move, move.

[overlapping chatter]

-Let's go!
-Go, go, go!