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Angiogenesis.

Come on, dude. Angiogenesis.

Angiogenesis. Uh, the process by
which cancer tumors hijack

- blood vessels.
- Vascular tissue.

Vascular tissue. Same thing.

Uh, enabling metastasis. Spelling.

A-N-G-I-O-G...

Oh, shit.

Wh-What was that?

That was an explosion.

- No way.
- Dude, that's smoke.

That was totally an explosion.

Wait. That's the place with
all the crazies out front.

You know, the, uh, the abortion place.

Jesus, did one of those
crazies blow it up?

That guy ain't right.

What guy?

Him. Look.

He's, like, the only one walking
away from the explosion.

That's weird, right?

I guess.

I'm telling you,

something's not right with this guy.

Oh, no, no, no, you
did not just do that.

Yo, this is wigged out, man.

That's the guy who did it.

You don't know that.

I'm going after him.

Someone else will take
care of it. We have a test.

Who? Who's gonna take care of it?

Oh, man.

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.

Damn.

Come on, where did you go?

Where did you go?

Hey, I got to use the phone.
It's an emergency.

Yo, come on, man, please! It...

There's no pay phone outside.
I need 911. Just let me use it.

Please.

Thank you.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- Hello?

Okay, um, this-this is
really, really important.

So, you know the explosion downtown?

- Yes.
- On 17th Street.

I-I think it was the abortion clinic.

Okay, so, I saw this guy walking
away from the explosion.

And he was avoiding
the cops. He was white,

about 35, and... he just looked intense.

- Okay, intense how, exactly?
- Okay, so that's the thing.

He saw me following him,

and then he went in
this building to hide.

And when he came out, he'd...
he'd changed everything.

He looked completely different.
He... he changed his jacket,

- his hat, he even had a wig on.
- Hey, man,

- why don't you quiet down?
- Sir, what kind of wig?

- I'm trying to eat breakfast here.
- Long wig or short wig?

Uh, uh, long, long. I
think it was a long wig.

But he changed it, and then...

Wait. Wait, that-that's him!

- Sir...
- That's him in that car!

I-I can see him!

Jesus, he changed again. Look, I'm...

I'm telling you, this guy
is very, very suspicious.

- Okay, sir...
- Ah, geez, man, I...

I can't see him anymore.

I-I think I got to put the phone
down and go after him.

- No, I need you to stay on the line, sir.
- Yeah, but...

Green plaid shirt. Aviator sunglasses.

- And he's in a silver truck.
- Sir, do not follow him.

Green plaid shirt, aviator
glasses, silver truck.

- Don't talk to this kid. He's crazy.
- He's on the move!

I think he's gonna get away.
I got to go after him,

- or I'm gonna lose him again.
- Do not follow him.

- I'm going after him.
- What do you mean, don't chase him?

- He's gonna get away. Screw that, man.
- Sir, do not follow him.

- Just get some cops down here.
- Sir...

Shit. Silver Nissan.

Uh, you go right, I'll go left.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no!

- Shit!
- Shit!

Come on!

K-N-D-1-1-1-7.

K-N-D-1-1-1-7.

K- N-D-1-1-1-7. K-N-D-1-1-1-7.

K-N...

K-N-D-1-1-1-7.

We got him.

K-N-D-1-1-1-7. That's
his license plate number.

We got him.

Jermaine Hughes, the eyewitness.

- Still our only lead?
- Mm-hmm.

Mr. Hughes, how sure are you about this?

Uh, 100%.

Oh. Heard you missed a test.

Yeah, a biology exam.

If your professor gives you any trouble

about making up that
test, have him call me.

Yeah.

Yes, sir. I-I will.

Okay, great.

Go home, get some sleep.

Don't talk to the media.

And if you think of anything else,

call me directly, day or night.

Truck is registered to a Bob Randolph

of Asheville, North Carolina,

but Bob Randolph doesn't exist.

The address on the
registration is a fake, too.

Anything that points to a home address?

NCIC hits on the truck?

Not even a parking ticket.

So we have nothing to
narrow down our search.

Sorry.

If a license plate's all we got,

that's what we'll have to use.

All right, huddle up!

I want to issue a BOLO on the truck.

We got to go wide on it...

federal agencies, but
also local law enforcement,

tollbooths, harbors, junkyards.

Make it very clear they
are not to approach.

We cannot squander this lead,

but we absolutely cannot have
another cop blown to pieces.

All right.

- All right, Agents, be advised...
- Hey. You're our forensic lead?

Um... look, how confident are
we that this is the same guy

that did Sandy Springs and the
Otherside Lounge in Atlanta?

Beyond a reasonable doubt.

And the guy in the Nissan pickup,

when we find him, how do
we know he's the bomber

- and not just a witness?
- If he's been handling TNT,

the residue will be all
over the steering wheel.

Wipe it down with one of these.

If the swab turns purple...

you've got yourself a serial bomber.

Okay. Work with Knox here

to start prepping the
charging documents.

Soon as we get a purple swab,

we formally charge this
guy with all three bombings.

Uh, four.

Hey, whoa, oh, uh...

You're probably not gonna believe this.

Top floor,

that house yonder...

ejected from the blast, we just
found a steel directional plate.

What does that mean?

Well, it's virtually identical

to the plate we found at CENTBOM.

This is a strong forensic signature.

I think the guy you are hunting today

is the same guy who bombed
Centennial Olympic Park.

Okay.

We already caught the Centbomber...

his name's Richard Jewell.

CENTBOM and this bomb
used different explosives,

different container,
different triggering mechanism,

different targets and different M.O.

Did I miss anything?

You found one similar part.

That's a coincidence, not a signature.

Thank you.

Steel directional plate's
highly idiosyncratic.

In all my years as a bomb guy...

Stop. We're in the middle
of an active manhunt

for a serial bomber who just
murdered a police officer.

Believe me,

I will ask the suspect about
CENTBOM after I catch him.

Hey!

- That's Sanderson's badge?
- Mm-hmm.

Bomb guy!

Come here.

We gonna get anything more from this?

Or is it just gonna sit in an
evidence warehouse for months?

Nah, they ran everything major.

Clean that badge up,

get it to Sanderson's son.

Today.

Thank you.

Friggin' Atlanta Police Department.

I had to bury them in FOIA requests

to get hold of this thing.

And like it's a state secret

or some... damn thing.

Atlanta 911. What's your emergency?

I planted a bomb in Centennial Park.

You have 30 minutes.

You know how to spell "Centennial"?

I'd be lying if I said "yes".

I got this man telling me

there's a bomb set to go off,
but I can't get the system

to recognize the name.

It's unbelievable.

The-the park security's
not getting a warning,

and 150 people are wounded,

all because those women
flunked spelling?

What kind of... system is that?

That's not Richard's voice. Listen.

I planted a bomb in Centennial Park.

You have 30 minutes.

Well, he's disguising his voice.

That could be anyone.

That's why the FBI wanted a voiceprint.

So they could put a filter on it

and make it sound just
like that recording

and feed it to the press.

That is such paranoid garbage.

If you hadn't interrupted them,

they would have taken the voiceprint,

compared it to the recording

and-and let Richard off months ago!

They have had this tape for months.

You think they don't know
that that voice is not a match?

They are not going to do a damn thing

unless we force them to.

I found it!

Look.

The pay phone

where the bomber made the call

is at 32 Nassau Street.

It's right here.

And the bomb is right here.

Yup, that appears to be
the closest pay phone.

Well, not on the night
of the bombing. Look.

Let's go there. I'll
show you. You'll see.

Uh, I don't... But it's all torn up.

They're de... they're
redeveloping the whole park.

Well, it doesn't matter, Watson.

We will go there, and
I'll show you. Let's go.

- All right. Let's go.
- All right?

What-what? Wha... where...
where-where are you going?

- Centennial Park.
- No.

No. The press just
started backing off us.

You want to go parading
around in broad daylight,

just asking for them to come back at us?

Oh, I know, Mom, but...

Look at me.

Look at my face.

Look here. Look at my ribs.

Don't...

I don't want this, either.

I want to just keep my head down
and hide till it all goes away,

but it's not gonna go away.

It's never gonna go away
till I make it go away.

I don't want to have to do this,

but if I don't do it, nobody will.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah. Go on.

You be safe.

Thanks so much for
making the time to see me.

When I found out you
were gonna be in town...

Oh, my God, for you, Kath,
I would have flown in

- just for this.
- Oh.

I think the last time we saw
each other, I ended up puking...

- Oh, God.
- ... in a trash can

outside some... I-I don't even remember.

- Was it a strip club?
- Lucky you.

I wish I didn't remember that place.

- Talk about youthful indiscretions.
- Mm.

So you guys are here on assignment?

- What are you on?
- Oh, you know how it is. Raking the muck.

We got a thing at 1:00,
but we got 30 minutes here.

Kathy, you've got to tell Ilana

the East Point story.

You heard this one before?

Where was I? Um...

Oh. So, I'm at the house,

and I realize

I've beat the cops to the
scene of the friggin' murder.

Oh, man. What'd you do?

What would you do? I
pull out a credit card,

pop the door and go right in.

No.

So there's the vic,

buck naked,

still has a raging hard-on even
though half his head's missing.

Murder weapon, condoms,
porn on the TV...

the whole story's right there.

Finally, APD uni shows up.

This kid's all nervous, gun out
and flashlight and everything.

What'd you say?

"What took you so long?"

Oh, geez. We could
not get away with that in D.C.

I think the Post would actually
fire you if you did that.

Well, look, I was 23, this
little "Miss Augusta, Georgia".

But I had to prove that I
could hang with the cops.

And it worked. That was the move

that made Atlanta PD take
Kathy Scruggs seriously.

- Yeah, that's what it's all about.
- Mm-hmm.

Knowing your city, knowing its people.

And building the skills to make it

no matter what city you're in.

'Cause Atlanta's great, but, uh,

I'm starting to feel like a big
fish in a little pond, you know?

I'm ready to make the jump, level up,

maybe even come join
you guys at the Post.

Well...

D.C.'s a big, big, big pond.

Absolutely.

But after the Richard Jewell story,

I think the world sees what
I can do, and that I'm ready.

Jewell was a great scoop.

Once in a lifetime.

Well, we have this thing, so...

I'd really appreciate it

if you'd put in a word
with your editors.

I-I think I have a
lot to offer any paper,

even the Post.

We can put in a good word,

but I have to be honest.

I don't think it'll matter.

You area great reporter...

in Atlanta.

You come to D.C.,
it's a different world.

And...

you're not 23 anymore.

I think I have a lot to offer any paper.

Pathetic piece of shit.

Kathy Scruggs.

Yo, Kath, remember when you told me

to give you a heads-up
when I saw Richard Jewell?

Well, I saw him.

And?

He and some weird,
loud dude were strolling

through Centennial Park
acting like they own the place.

You want me to do something?

Yeah, stay with him.

I'm on my way.

Ha.

You get my message?

Is photo here yet?

- That's him there.
- Hey, hon.

This is good.

This is really good.

What are they even doing here?

Returning to the scene of the crime.

Yeah, they tore it down,
but the stage was right here.

And the sound and light tower...

... was right here.

And the bomb was under
a bench right there.

And the call was made at 12:49 a.m.

from that pay phone over there,

right across from the
Olympic statue right here.

And according to witness statements,

I was seen in the sound and light tower,

giving out waters at 12:46.

And I alerted Agent Donaldson to
the Alice pack at 12:51 exactly.

- We know that 'cause he radioed it in.
- Okay.

That leaves only a five-minute
window unaccounted for.

Meaning that they're
claiming that I walked

from that bench over there

over to that pay phone, made the call,

and came back, all
in under five minutes.

So what? 30 seconds
here, 30 seconds back.

- It's only, what, 50 yards?
- Not during the Olympics. Look.

That whole side of the
park was blocked off

with a security fence
during the Olympics.

Like this.

Like this construction fence.

There was only two points
of entry in the park.

There, behind you, and there.

That was the key to
the whole security plan.

I remember I had to
badge through and sign in

every time I passed through a gate.

So this was the closest gate?

Yeah. Meaning...

to make that call,

I would've had to run
all the way to that gate,

and then back to where the
phone is, and from there,

back to the gate, and then, from there,

up to the sound and light tower.

All in under five minutes.

Yeah, if you were running
during the Olympics,

somebody would have shot you.

Watson, according to
the FBI's own timeline,

there's no way I could have
been the Olympic Park bomber.

It's proof.

Maybe...

Maybe...

Oh, it doesn't look doable.

But if we're gonna find
proof, we got to prove it.

Right now?

I got a stopwatch.

Okay. Let's do it.

- How are your legs?
- My legs are okay.

My ankles are a little weird.

But I'll be okay.

- You gonna run, too?
- No.

No, I just stand here.

Okay.

- You ready?
- I'll be watching.

- Okay.
- You got to do this

with everything you got now.

- We're gonna prove it.
- Okay.

On three...

two...

one.

Go! Go! Go!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

Go, come on!

Come on, move your fat ass!

Come on, go! You can do this!

Come on!

Come on, Richard.

Come on, beat it out! Beat it out!

You're making it happen!

You're doing it!

Come on, go, you can do this!

And that's the pay phone
where he made the 911 call?

I think so.

You can do it, come on! Come on!

There's a bomb in Centennial Park.

Go!

Move it!

Go for that gold, lard ass!

Come on, don't stop now! Don't stop now!

Come on, let's go!

What the hell are they doing?

Coming up with an alternative theory.

But why?

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on!

Move!

You got it!

Come on, come on!

You're gonna prove it to them!

You're gonna prove it to them!

Go, go, go!

Come on now, come on, come on!

Beat it out!

Come on, pick it up! Pick it up!

You got this! You got this!

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on, come
on! Seven! Seven minutes!

- Seven? That's seven?!
- Seven minutes!

- You can't do it!
- I can't do it!

- You can't do it. You can't do it.
- I definitely can't do it!

If ever there was a time to be too fat

and too slow, this is
it... you nailed it!

You nailed it!

There is no way!

We're gonna get a camera and
we're-we're gonna do it again.

Okay. We'll get it on tape.

And take it to the FBI,
and lay it all out!

Have you learned nothing?

The FBI is only interested
in evidence that confirms

what they think they already know.

They will never believe you.

And even if they do, they
will twist it around somehow.

Well, who else is there, then?

Why are we gonna tape it?

The vultures are circling.

They're all looking for fresh meat.

And we're the ones

who are gonna feed it to them.

Uh, County says they can't

- get out there for two days.
- _

- Estimating Saturday morning.
- Two days?

What's poor old Mrs. H supposed

- to do until then?
- Their crews are all

backed up because of
this thing out by Andrews.

They're saying 'cause
it's a rural route.

Yeah, yeah, priorities.

I've heard that one before.

Well, just tell them to forget it.

I'm on it.

We're gonna get you fixed up here.

I'd step back a little bit, Mrs. H.

Just give me one sec. Let me clear this.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

Oh, damn.

Ma'am, would you mind moving
to the other side of the road?

K-N-D.

Hey, Darla.

Wasn't there a BOLO out
on a gray Nissan pickup?

He's on the line right now.

- Right here?
- Yup.

This is FBI Supervisory
Special Agent Jack Brennan.

- Is this Sheriff...
- Thompson.

... Thompson? You the man
who spotted my truck?

Yes, sir, I got more than your truck.

I got the owner.

The name is Eric Robert Rudolph,

white male, along about 35.

Uh, confirm for me:

Romeo, Uniform, Delta, Oscar, Lima,

Papa, Hotel?

You got it.

Eric Robert Rudolph, white male, 35.

No registered address, no social,

no bank account, no criminal record.

About as close to a ghost
as someone can get.

Only real records...

Here.

He served in the Army eight years ago.

Special Forces candidate
before he washed out

for disciplinary issues.

Before he left, he got
specialized training

in escape and evasion, and...

you guessed it...

explosives.

Okay.

We need a full FBI SWAT
team on scene ASAP.

Call the Atlanta office,
have them dispatch.

And find out where the hell
Murphy, North Carolina is,

'cause we're going there right now.

- Yup.
- Sheriff? Do you know Eric Rudolph?

Do you know where he lives?

I can do better than that.

I'm looking at him right now.

Wha... ?

What, what exactly do you mean

you're "looking at him"?

Well, I am...

sitting in his driveway.

He's in his trailer,

fixing himself something
to eat it looks like.

Truck is parked somewhere in the back.

You want me to detain him for you?

Absolutely not.

I want you to back off. Rudolph is to be

considered armed and dangerous.

Well, sir, this is Murphy.

Everybody around here is armed.

And most of the people
are pretty dangerous.

What-What's going on?

Is he, uh, is he wanted for something?

Sir...

this is an extremely serious situation.

You need to leave there, right now.

Do you understand me?

Well, look, sir, I could, uh,

hang back down the road a little bit,

just in case he takes a runner on you.

- Great...
- Where are we on SWAT?

- Two hours out.
- Um...

O-Okay, uh, stay well back.

Uh, out of sight.

Lights off, do not move.

And if Rudolph moves,

call me, but do not pursue.

Understood?

Yes, sir, I got you.

Out of sight, lights off.

I need verbal confirmation
that you have heard,

understood and are complying.

I heard.

I understand.

And I am complying.

Look at them.

FBI and media... it's never gonna end.

Well, that's the point.

They want to convict you
and sentence you to jail

without the inconvenience

of a goddamn trial or evidence

or the goddamn truth,
which we just proved

is on your side, undoubtedly, 100%.

Doesn't change the fact I can't
do a job interview with a tail.

I went to Sears to buy a light bulb.

FBI showed up and
followed me inside on foot.

Don't you get...

You want them to follow you.

You want a whole flock of flying monkeys

on your back 24-7 right now.

Until when?

What-what are we doing with this?

We're gonna call a press conference.

- Watson, no.
- Yeah, yeah.

- No, no...
- We call a press conference.

We're gonna turn every single one

of those camera lenses back on them.

Put them on trial for once.

You can do a press
conference without me.

Um, I-I was on CNN.

You ever heard the story
of Jason and the Medusa?

No.

The Medusa, she's such an ugly bitch,

she turned anyone who
looked at her to stone.

Know what Jason did?

Busted in with a mirror.

She sees herself,
turns herself to stone.

And then Jason's able to...

cut off her head, take
a dump down her neck hole

and marry the princess

and whatever crap... Anyhow, that's...

that's what you are about to do.

You are about to face
that damn media Gorgon.

Hold up a big-ass mirror.

And say, "Look at yourselves.

Turn your cameras around...

and look at yourself,

see how ugly you've become".

And the more looking, the better.

- Press conference?
- Press conference!

Mr. Jewell! Mr. Jewell! Any statements

- for why you're back in Centennial Park?
- Come on, let's go, let's go.

Quick statement!

We're calling a press conference.

- Stay tuned, dickheads!
- Are you the bomber?

Murphy, North Carolina.

Right on the edge of
the Nantahala Wilderness.

One of the most remote
areas in the country.

Murphy's full of survivalists, militia,

sovereign citizens,
anti-government activity.

Look, people come here
to get away from the Feds.

Been that way forever.

Local militia group, the
North Carolina Regulators,

predates the Revolutionary War.

Fought the Brits, then
fought George Washington

once he sided with the Federalists.

No shit?

They attacked George Washington?

They'll love us.

Bottom line, we shouldn't expect

a warm welcome and we
shouldn't stick around.

Unless we're looking for headlines

with the word "standoff" in them.

We get in and out.

Hit Rudolph's trailer fast and hard.

We're back in civilization
and in a courtroom by morning.

Let's move.

_

Well, looks like the cavalry's here.

Go.

Go around back.

Down! Get down! FBI!

Let me see your hands! FBI!

Back room clear!

Clear!

He was just here.

- Movement outside!
- That's him! Go!

Go, go, go!

We have visual on the vehicle.

Where's he going?

It's all wilderness west
of here; nothing but woods.

Good. It means he's about to
run out of road. We got him.

Stay in pursuit of the suspect.

We'll dispatch local PD up ahead.

Where is he?

Damn it!

Shit.

Damn it, we lost him.

- Have Bravo go right.
- Bravo, go right.

Repeat, go right.

Alpha, go left.

Alpha, take the left.

Shit, watch out.

- Does anyone have visual?
- We lost him.

Do you have him? Copy. Do you have him?

Negative. No visual on suspect.

Come on.

- We got him.
- All right, we see him.

We see him.

Hang on!

Shit.

Watch out, watch out!

We lost him. Do you have visual?

Negative. Still no visual.

Circle back. All units circle back.

Where is he?

Okay, shh.

Clear!

Hold on. Hold on.

Go. Come on.

Get 'em.

Get 'em.

Get him.

Get the rest of the canines up here now.

10-4, we're on our way.

What the hell is wrong with the dogs?

They need to be out on the scent.

It's cayenne pepper.

These bootleggers and these pot growers

up here in the mountains, they use it

to throw these dogs off the scent.

They get a snout full of that,
they're no good for a few days.

Damn it, he got one,
he's not getting them all.

Get-get those dogs' noses cleared out.

Get them back out there, now.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Sheriff Thompson.

We talked on the phone, remember?

I'm the one who could have
taken Eric into custody

about three hours ago.

Positive for TNT.

Eric Rudolph is a serial bomber.

His target is law enforcement.

He blew up a cop this morning.

I backed you off so
you wouldn't be next.

You're welcome.

Look, found this on the floor.

It's from today at the Bi-Lo.

Vitamin tablets, bulk oats, dried fruit,

canned tuna, jerky... there must be

two weeks' worth of food on here.

Classic backpacker stuff.

Calorie-dense, light enough to carry.

So he wants to try to
hide out in the woods.

Good, we'll hunt him
down or starve him out.

And you're right.

25 tins of cayenne pepper.

It doesn't matter how
much pepper he's got,

he's trapped in the woods;
he's got nowhere to go.

Nowhere to go?

Do you have any idea how big nowhere is?

This is the Nantahala Wilderness.

It's 500,000 acres out there.

It's the size of Rhode Island.

That may be.

You're forgetting:

he's one man, we're the FBI.

Let's go.

On me.

Come on, boy. Come on. Get 'em.

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