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No, no, no, stay down.

Stay down. You'll be okay.

EMTs are coming.

Sir.

- What?
- Come with me.

- What?
- I'll help you.

I'm ATF Explosives.

This is an active scene.

- I'm working it. I'm working it.
- Okay. All right.

- I'm working it.
- Jesus, are you okay?

- Hey, Joe. Hey, Joe.
- Are you okay?

- Hey.
- Listen. There was a second device.

There's about 50 people down.

Oh. Could have been worse.

That car caught most of the blast.

It was... I-I think it was, uh,

TNT...

- uh, fourpenny nails...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Sir, come with me.
- Listen!

- We'll get you taken care of.
- You need to evacuate these wounded!

- I'm trying to work!
- Sir, you are the wounded.

Tell her who I am, Joe.

And... well, we better
get me some new gloves.

- I got stuff on these.
- That's your blood, Earl.

That's what we're trying to tell you.

Now, come on. Take
him, take him, take him.

All right, you start working this, Joe.

- Yeah.
- You get that car locked down.

It was fourpenny nails,
some kind of... wire!

_

You are one lucky fella.

How many of the wounded
are law enforcement?

Just about all of them.

Can you turn your arm for me?

Oh, my watch stopped.

At 3:25.

When was the first bomb?

- At 2:50, am I right?
- Yeah, I think so.

Hold still, now.

Hey, could we be done?

I got to get out there.

No, not today you don't.

I-I got the superficial stuff,
but there's some deep down

that a surgeon needs to get out.
You need to go to the ER...

- Will it kill me? Is it gonna kill me?
- No, it's not gonna kill you.

Okay, then thank you very much.

Would you please have
that metal bagged up?

- It's evidence.
- Sir, you don't...

- you're not understanding. Sir?
- It's all right.

Joe Holliwell!

How long had that first car

- been parked there?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Should you be out here?

Yes.

- What time?
- Uh...

it's that guy's car.

Got here around 1:00.

Guess there's a methadone clinic.

Around back.

Guy just randomly parked
in front of the bomb.

- Wrong place, wrong time.
- Well, wrong for him,

but if he hadn't parked there, I'd be...

dead in pieces right now.

The first bomb was
targeting the abortion clinic

on the ground floor.

And it looks to me like the second bomb

was meant for the abortion doctor,

who normally parked right here. See?

The perpetrator planted
the bomb on a timer,

right at the doctor's space.

He probably meant for the bombs
to go off simultaneously,

but somehow screwed up the time.

Doesn't matter either way.

Since it was the doctor's
day off, he didn't come in.

Mr. Methadone... stole his spot.

So the bomber missed his target

- and got the Honda instead.
- Both bombs were on a timer.

- Big Ben alarm clocks.
- And Methadone Man...

parked there about two
hours before the first blast.

H-How many people were
injured in that first bomb?

The one at the abortion clinic.

Zero. The abortion clinic was closed.

And I'm guessing this
first bomb was what,

four or five pounds of TNT?

Four, based on the radius.

Four pounds.

And nobody injured.

Then exactly...

35 minutes later,

the second bomb detonates...

strong enough to shred that Honda.

Hell, I can... smell the nitro.

It's got to be at least...

20 pounds of TNT.

All right, okay, so...

what are you saying?

That second bomb wasn't
targeting a parking space.

And that first bomb

wasn't really targeting
the abortion clinic.

It was a decoy.

That Honda just happened to
ruin his killing field. But look.

It's an L-shaped ambush.

First bomb lures the target in.

The second bomb's the killer.

Hell...

it's not an accident that the big one

went off 35 minutes after the first.

That is the exact law
enforcement response time

For a major incident
in suburban Atlanta.

There's never been an L-shaped ambush

on American soil before.

It's too difficult.

Too precise.

So you're saying that three hours ago...

the bomber knew exactly
where we would be standing,

who would be there

and when we'd arrive?

To the minute?

Yeah.

If that Honda hadn't
randomly parked there...

this would have been the biggest
law enforcement bloodbath

in American history.

I think what the bomb is telling us

is the target wasn't
the abortion clinic.

The target was us.

Call you back.

_

Hey, Kath, uh...

you see that story about
that guy in Marietta?

Concealed weapon.

How is that news?

I'm carrying a shotgun
in my pants right now.

Yeah.

Sawed-off.

You want to see me?

Yeah.

New assignment.

Serial rapist in Buckhead.

Stepford Wives are all
clutching their pearls.

Hmm.

This is Metro.

Give it to Leer. I'm on Jewell.

Well, we're, uh...

moving you off Jewell for now.

Uh, I've been the lead on
the Richard Jewell story

since day one.

People are eating it up.

Yeah, it's been awesome,
and we're gonna be dining out

on Richard Jewell for
the rest of our lives,

but it's been six months.

The world's moved on.

I gave the Atlanta Journal-Constitution

a national profile for the
first time in its history,

single-handedly, so...

you-you want me to move off Jewell,

then give me something
big, something national.

There isn't enough meat
here for my whole team.

Well, we're, uh, breaking up the team.

You're going back to local crime.

I'm better than this Metro shit.

- And you know it, Bill.
- This...

"Metro shit", as you call it,

sells papers.

A-And nobody in the...

AJC is "better than" selling papers.

Come on, look around.

Where do you think we are?

Nobody in the AJC

is gonna win a Pulitzer
anytime this century.

Including you.

That's so inspirational.

Why don't we print it on our masthead?

We had our moment in the sun.

It's over.

Now, it's time to go to Buckhead
and sell some goddamn papers.

Okay, okay,

I-I got it.

The thing is...

would you tell Michelangelo
to carve a birdbath?

No.

You'd let him sculpt the goddamn Pietà.

Yeah, totally. Friggin' Sistine Chapel

and shit, you know?

And I predict... you're my witnesses...

once the newspaper loses its ambition,

it's... it's two steps
from disappearing.

Mm-hmm...

mm-hmm...

- mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm!

- Ah!
- Hey.

I can get you on the scene
of the Buckhead thing.

You know, see if the
ladies want to talk, too.

Eh, Buckhead can go to hell.

If you want to help, get me
something new on Richard Jewell.

Well...

Well, no, no, I-I mean,

this is nothing, I mean,
it's, like, it's, like,

- less than nothing.
- Spit it out, F.X.

All right, look, I-I have this friend,

you know, like, a...
like, a woman friend,

- Mm.
- but-but not, like,

- exclusive or anything.
- All right.

- Anyway, she works for 911 dispatch.
- Oh!

Shut up. She told me
there's-there's a rumor

there was, like, a 911 call the
night of the Olympic bombing.

- What?
- Yeah.

Yeah, she said they, like,
passed it around, 'cause it was,

like, funny or something.

I mean, it's, uh...

it's probably nothing,

but I-I could ask her.

Give me your hand.

Your hand.

Yeah.

* Southern women *

* They can make a man feel so proud *

* They can capture him
with a Southern style *

That's my home address.

If it's good,

day or night,

you bring it to me.

Next round's on me.

I know criminal charges are forthcoming,

but I don't want to wait.

I'm instructing my
lawyer to file a lawsuit

against Richard Jewell for civil damages

and reckless endangerment.

We're gonna get justice,
no matter what it takes.

I'll take every penny he has...

You see this?

The heck am I supposed to do, Watson?

I don't have any damn
money for 'em to take.

I have $80 left in my bank account,

and I'm trapped in my house.

And they're calling me O.J. Simpson!

Like I've been telling you, we hit back.

We get out there and get on
TV and take these assholes on.

I can't even open the curtains.

I go on TV, they'll cut my head off.

Come on, Richard.

I got to go.

All right.

Do not open that door
while I am out here.

It's dinner. Mom.

Relief should begin
as early as Thursday...

Oops.

I am 60 years old.

I worked hard all my life.

Why is this happening to me, Richard?

Huh? What did I do to deserve this?

Look at me!

Watson's figuring it out.

We will keep our heads down and...

Watson doesn't know
what the hell he's doing!

He's a know-nothing who
wants to be a fool hero

and get his name in the paper,
like someone else I know.

- And how did that work out for you?
- What is that supposed

to mean, Mom?! You
think this is my fault?!

The-the FBI came into my house

and they stole all my good pans

and my-my Crock-Pot

so that I have to eat
this shit off the floor!

They don't do that to people
who did nothing, Richard!

No, no, no. Don't-don't answer that.

- I changed the number again.
- Don't-don't answer it.

- It's Watson!
- Don't answer it!

Only Watson has the new number!

You need to kill yourself,
you fat piece of shit,

before I do it for you. I'm
gonna come in there tonight

and I'm gonna kill you.
Then I'm gonna shove my dick

down your mother's throat...

Oh, my...

Where you going?

Richard, where you going?

We need food. I'm getting
food. I'm not a prisoner.

- No. Please, please don't. Please don't...
- I didn't do anything wrong.

And these guys are all out
there shopping for food.

I haven't had a goshdarn
vegetable in weeks.

That's the guy...

Thought you could blow up

- the Olympics, you fat fuck?
- Sir, I'm buying food. I'm...

Leave him alone!

The kids are in the car!
Come on! Leave him!

Come on.

Leave him!

What the hell happened to you?

My whole life, I wanted
to be one of those guys.

I wanted to see something wrong
and come to the rescue. But...

... a dozen FBI agents just
stood there and watched

while some guy beat me up.

And I'm on the ground
and I'm not fighting back

and they're just...
sitting there, watching,

like I'm lower than a dog.

Everyone's telling me,
"Keep your head down

and wait for the system
to straighten it all out".

And I keep my head down, and
it tells everyone it's okay

to kick it. Enough!

I'm done!

Cavalry ain't coming!

Ain't nobody gonna do a damn thing

to clear my name except me!

- Today, I start fighting back!
- Yes.

Yes! That's what I want to hear!

Tomorrow morning, we walk
into court and we sue everyone.

The media, the Atlanta
Journal-Constitution,

Tom Brokaw, the FBI!

They are trampling all over your rights.

We'll sue the hell out of 'em.

I don't want to sue anybody.

I'm not in it for the money.

I'm not trying to get revenge.

I just want my life back,

my ordinary, normal life.

No, that's why we have to sue,

to get normalcy back.

Nobody is gonna back down,

retract a story,

apologize, clear you

unless they're forced to.

Do you know why we still have
habeas corpus and due process,

why the government hasn't just tossed

the whole damn Constitution aside?

- No.
- It's because a few

brave people took it on themselves,

throughout the history of this country,

to stand up to the powers that be.

And they used the justice system

to force them to do the right thing.

And that is how we are going to be sure

that the next heroic security guard

doesn't have to go through
what you went through.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

* One of a kind *

* Love affair is *

* When your down is up,
when your up is down *

* But love stays around... *

There's a corkscrew in the kitchen.

* A little sacrifice *

* You make it for love *

* Whoa *

* Yeah *

* I never thought
about today would come *

* When she would leave without goodbye *

* Yes, sir *

* She wrote a line *

* Or two upon the wall *

* Said, "I'm leaving you" *

* "Know I love you, too" *

* "I can't stay with you" *

* And to this very day,
I could never say *

* A discouraging word *

* Because I love you *

911. What's your emergency?

I planted a bomb in Centennial Park.

You have 30 minutes.

* Love affair is... *

You want?

I'm taking a break.

I just got this man called,

said there's a bomb about to go off

in 30 minutes in Centennial Park.

Oh, Lord, child.

One minute. Can you give me
the address of Centennial Park?

I ain't got no address
for Centennial Park.

- What y'all think I am?
- Is it good enough?

Can you help me find...

- Good enough?
- ... Centennial Park?

It's gangbusters.

* One of a kind, one of a kind *

* Love affair is *

* Makes me want to *

* Want to be with you. *

Mornin'.

- Morning.
- My notes on the Buckhead thing.

Mm-hmm.

It's gonna be great.

Talked with one of the victims.

She's willing to talk with
us and give us an exclusive.

It's like crime and human interest.

And there's the class
thing, too, obviously.

Good work.

You can take away my team, fine.

I don't need 'em.

But you can't take me
off Richard Jewell.

- What the hell, Kath? We had...
- Listen to that tape,

then tell me Jewell is tapped out.

I've been doing this a long time,

long enough to know when a story is over

and when it isn't.

That 911 call is just the beginning.

Oh, and-and rapist in
Buckhead. I'll-I'll drop it

at Leer's desk...

down in Metro.

* This heart of stone *

* Sure is missing you *

Hey, honey. Look at this.

I found it in Sandy Springs.

I've never seen this before.

It's four strands of wire

held together by a strut of some kind.

It's steel.

Non conductive, so it wouldn't
have been insulated.

But... it's got this burnt,

melted plastic all over it,

like some kind of green-colored PVC.

I can't figure it out.

Where does it go?

What's it for?

Well, how the heck would I know?

I don't know.

Thought you might have some ideas, or...

Maybe you'd enjoy
helping me figure it out.

This... is my love language.

Oh, for Pete's sakes.

It is.

- What the heck are you talking about?
- It is.

I read an article about it.

There are five different
kinds of love languages.

And my love language is...

Oh.

Hey, you leave Redbook in the bathroom,

you better be prepared to
accept the consequences.

Mm.

I love you, Earl.

But you are nuts.

Yeah, I'm trying.

I know you are.

Bless your heart.

- Oh.
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

That's-that's Joe.

We got another one.

Well, where are you?

Otherside Lounge.

It's a lesbian nightclub.

Small bomb went off inside.

Nobody seriously hurt, but it's TNT,

Big Ben, 12-volt lantern battery.

- I think it could be...
- It is.

Shit. I'm on it. Bye.

You need to double
your standoff distance

- to 25 meters. Now.
- Well, the area's secure.

No it's not. There's a second bomb.

So get the hell back now.

Now. Go. Run!

Oh, God.

Oh, goddamn it.

Let's go! Let's go!

Joe Holliwell?!

Joe Holliwell!

Oh, Jesus, Joe.

Five people injured.

Nobody killed.

Well, that's down to you; you done good.

I learned from the best.

What you got here?

Same as Sandy Springs.

That damn double helix.

Still don't know what it's for.

Eyewitness says he saw
someone by the dumpster.

The guy was lying down, stood
up after the bomb went off

and just ran.

Just a homeless guy.

Bomb must've scared him off.

Mm-hmm.

Positive for TNT.

Yeah. He was here.

Damn.

And look.

He couldn't even see the nightclub,

only his real target.

He's hunting us.

And I don't think he's gonna quit.

I don't think he's gonna
quit till he kills one of us.

Sandy Springs...

Otherside Lounge.

And where next?

Hell, I don't know.

_

- Is that the legal limit?
- 25 feet.

Just about.

Don't do it, mama!

Don't do it. Your baby loves you!

You have a choice.

You can choose love.

Easy, Minzor, it's just the nurse.

I don't know how
she does this every day.

She gets paid to kill babies.

And she seems nice.

Anyway, you keep it safe.

- You filling in for Dave?
- Yup.

- You filling in for Nancy?
- Yup.

She just had her baby.

We are such suckers.

- Tell me about it.
- It's not too late!

You don't have to murder babies today.

The human foghorn is back, huh?

- It takes all kinds, doesn't it?
- Mm.

Ah, Minzor's not a bad guy.

Hey, Sande?

You see that there?

Ugh.

Will you take a look?

I can't deal with any more
rubber "severed limbs"

after last week.

It's like, as soon as
the Halloween stuff

goes on clearance, all
the crazies come out.

Hmm. Nothing, I guess.

Maybe the landscapers came?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Emily. Emily.

Hang on.

Please, don't die.

Help.

Help!

Don't die, Emily.

Emily, it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

You think I did this?

You think this is pro-life? This?

This is not pro-life. This is death.

Sheriff. Holliwell, Embry, ATF.

Did you check for a secondary device?

Yeah, the whole radius.

- Nothin'.
- Hmm. Okay.

How's the nurse?

In critical but she'll live.

You need to push it back.

Push it back! Go.

Look here.

It's him.

Yeah. But no secondary this time.

And no timers.

He liked to watch.

Earl.

Check this out.

Boot marks.

And they're fresh.

Young Holliwell.

He's close.

Arrogant son of a bitch.

Oh. Ah.

Oh, look here.

Oh, God.

Remote trigger.

That's why he didn't use
a secondary or a timer.

Weird that he left it
for us to find, though.

Well, like I said,

arrogant son of a bitch.

But he's evolving.

Learning.

First two didn't kill anybody.

He's getting better.

So instead of an L-shaped
ambush using timers,

he made one bomb and
triggered it himself.

So there would be no
doubt of the outcome.

Well, you can go tell the locals
to turn that protester loose.

The target wasn't the clinic.

It was the cop.

Boom.

He wanted to see his face.

Brennan.

Need you.

- I'll be back.
- All right.

You're taking a break from Whitewater.

We got an abortion
bombing in Birmingham.

One local police officer dead.

- Jesus.
- Guy's a serial bomber.

Did two others outside of Atlanta.

The gay club and
another abortion clinic.

It's a high-publicity, hot-button issue.

White House is calling
for a full-court press.

The dead cop makes it
a national priority.

He's crossing state lines.

- That makes him ours.
- Exactly.

We got five different agencies
tripping over each other.

That's why I want you to get down there,

clear the field and handle this

- like you handled Olympic Park.
- Yes, sir.

Um, I'd like Agent Knox
back if I can have her.

Whatever resources you want, you get.

We need a quick win here.
The White House is watching.

So is the dead cop's family.

Knox. Knox!

When you're done,

with me.

Got some ass for you to kick.

Through nine inches of concrete here

but a plastic container on level ground.

Does that make sense?

So, now the FBI show up.

Just in time to scoop the credit.

We're all on the same side.

Oh, yeah.

Now, we got several leads, including

- make and model of the car...
- Interview's over.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Get off my scene.
- You look here, you are a guest

in my jurisdiction.

If I want to talk to
the local reporters,

I'm entirely within my right.

The man who did this is
listening to the news right now.

You want to tell him that
we have his license plate

so he can scrub his
truck and disappear? No.

We don't compromise a federal manhunt

by preening for the cameras,

and we don't use dead cops
to get our faces on TV.

All right, listen up!

This is now an FBI investigation.

Everyone else needs to leave.

- And thank you for your help.
- Other side of the tape,

- please. We need you guys out of here now.
- Goodbye!

Listen, we're federal agents.
We've been working this case,

- and we have a right to stay and finish our investigation.
- Hey.

Hey, hey.

What we're looking for
is not here, anyway.

Let's go. Let's go. We're going.

Thank you.

I don't know what you're looking for.

Except for the remote trigger,

everything we've found is consistent

with Otherside and Sandy Springs.

Plastic container, pipes
wrapped with nails, TNT.

There's nothing unaccounted for.

You don't get that spray cone

with the components we already found.

Now, that guy changed his tactics

so he'd be sure to kill that cop.

The spray cone tells us

that he changed his bomb construction.

We got to figure out how.

Teams have canvassed
every inch of ground.

200 yards in every direction.

There's nothing left to find.

White house.

Brown trim.

"For sale" sign outside.

Check up top.

- You can bring my bag.
- Oh!

Oh!

No way.

Well, there's an answer.

Shit.

I've seen a hell of a lot
of pipe bombs in my career.

Do you know how many of those

used a steel directional plate?

Three.

One was in 1960... something

in a Florida swamp.

And one was right here in front of us.

And the other was six months ago

at Centennial Olympic Park.

Looks like the same gauge of steel.

Double thickness.

Well,

we're gonna have to get the...

bomb over to the lab to be sure.

But...

Yeah. Visually, it's the same.

Are you telling me that the man
who bombed Sandy Springs,

the Otherside Lounge
and right down there...

was the same man who
bombed the Olympic Games?

No, I'm not telling you that.

But it looks a hell
of a lot like the bomb

is telling you that.

Loud and clear.

Well, there's no way

Richard Jewell planted this bomb.

Or Sandy Springs or Otherside Lounge.

He's been under FBI
surveillance the whole time.

Yeah.

What are the odds he had a partner?

Okay, who-who's still out there

and did these attacks?

A partner.

A partner that Jewell
never contacted, telephoned,

or communicated with
before or since the Games

and who the FBI has
been unable to turn up

after months of interviewing

every single person Richard
Jewell ever met or knew.

Possible. Not likely.

That means if you're right
about this directional plate

and it's a match,

they got the wrong man.

It's worse than that.

If we're right,

as soon as the FBI put
Jewell on the evening news,

they gave the real bomber a free pass.

That's for me.

I'm setting a big interview at ABC

to announce our lawsuits.

Hi, Marsha.

Hi, Watson.

I'm here with Richard Jewell.

We're just putting the
finishing touches on our suits,

and we're gonna be walking
them into court tomorrow

if you want to get some B-roll.

Actually, I'm calling
to see if you or Richard

have a comment on the big story?

On the...

The one that just broke in the AJC?

Uh...

From the Atlanta
Journal-Constitution today,

an explosive new revelation

- from Kathy Scruggs, the journalist who...
- Let me get back to you.

... originally broke the
Richard Jewell story.

Scruggs is reporting that
Jewell called in a bomb threat

just minutes before the detonation

of the bomb he planted.

Scruggs has uncovered

previously unreleased
tapes that reveal Jewell

telling 911 operators that,

"There is a bomb in Centennial Park".

The bomber called 911
before the bomb went off.

- The FBI never mentioned it?
- Why the hell

did we not know about this?

Law enforcement experts suggest
that Jewell made the call

to gather a larger audience

for his so-called heroism.

Richard Jewell was obsessed
with law enforcement

and obsessed with becoming famous.

What's especially sick is

that he made that call so
that law enforcement officers

would come running towards the bomb,

so they could see him playing hero.

He cared more about
his own fame and glory

more than he cared about the lives

of those officers,
agents and investigators.

He was trying to get
famous, and he didn't care

how many people had to die

to feed his own arrogance and ego.

They're back.

It was from this very pay phone
the bomber set the stage

for his sick and deadly performance.

We now know

that telephone records
show an anonymous 911 call

was received just before 1:00 a.m.

- Did he say that was the exact phone?
- Yes.

What does it matter?

What lies are they telling today?

I'm gonna add that into our lawsuit.

Oh, God.

They...

They're wrong.

They what?

They're wrong, and I
think I can prove it.

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