All language subtitles for Manhunt - 02x10 - Open Season

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I handed you your career
on a silver platter.

When I found you, you
were a small-time D.A.

going nowhere.

- [COOING]
- I made you.

I gave you everything you have!

And you betray me?

[DISTANTLY]: You betray my trust?!

[COOING CONTINUES]

What do you think, you're
some kind of hero or something?

You think you're the
Joan of Arc of the FBI?

- [WINGS FLUTTERING]
- The minute you left Nantahala,

[NORMAL]: 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.

[EXHALES]

I don't work for you anymore.

Get back in here, Agent Brennan!

That's an order!

[KEYS BEEPING]

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

KNOX: 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.

[LAUGHS] 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!

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪♪

[ROOSTER CROWING IN DISTANCE]

[CLUCKING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

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.

[BOY LAUGHS]

[WATER RUNNING]

[WATER STOPS]

Tim?

Timothy?

[ROOSTER CROWS]

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?

- TIMOTHY: 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.

[EXHALES] 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.
- [RUDOLPH GRUNTS]

- [RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
- [ENGINE STARTS]

- [GRUNTS]
- [TIRES SCREECH]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[PHONE LINE RINGS]

MAN: FBI command center.

He's here!

That bastard Eric Rudolph
just stole my car!

[PANTING]

- [CRIES OUT]
- [HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SLURPING]

[SIGHS]

[GULPS]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

_

♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

[KEYS JINGLE, LOCK CLICKS]

[BOTTLES CLATTERING]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[CAR DRIVING AWAY]

[ENGINE ACCELERATING]

♪♪

OFFICER: Police! Hold it right there!

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

It's him, all right.

We finally got him.

Yes, ma'am, we finally did.

[LAUGHS]

[KEYS BEEP]

[LINE RINGING]

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.

OFFICER [OVER RADIO]: Copy that.

Uh, FBI just confirmed
that it is Eric Rudolph.

OFFICER 2 [OVER RADIO]:
Copy that. ID confirmed...

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

_

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 [OVER RADIO]: Officer Jewell...

Uh, excuse me now. You have
a good one. You drive safe.

You be safe, too, dear.

[CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS]

Go for Jewell.

MAN: Jewell, what's your 20?

We need you at the station, asap.

WOMAN [ON TV]: ... are
reporting the arrest...

There he is. Get over here, Richard.

[ON TV]: ... 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.

KNOX: 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.

KNOX: 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.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

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.

OFFICER: Oh. Shit.

[OFFICER SIGHS]

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.

[INDISTINCT CROWD CHATTER]

- 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.

[KNOCKING]

- Morning.
- Morning.

We finally got him.

Thanks to your help.

EMBRY: 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.
- [BUZZER SOUNDS]

- [RUDOLPH HUMS]
- Let's move.

[CONTINUES HUMMING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

- [LOUD, OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
- [CAMERA LENSES CLICKING]

Push 'em back! Clear a path!

Look at that face.

He's enjoying this, isn't he?

[INDISTINCT, OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

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.

[ENGINE STARTS]

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.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

[CLICKS TONGUE]

[LOUD, OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

WOMAN: Why did you do it?!

Why did you do it?!

- Mr. Rudolph?
- [OVERLAPPING SHOUTS CONTINUES]

[CUFFS CLICKING]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

_

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... ?

[SIGHS]

Can you give us a moment?

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

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
did bomb 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?

[SCOFFS SOFTLY]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

- Mrs. Rudolph?
- [BUZZER SOUNDS]

♪♪

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

- Ms. Clarke, is your client prepared
- _

to enter a plea on all counts today?

We're ready, Your Honor.

RUDOLPH: 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.

PROSECUTOR: Give us a moment.

Embry?

Embry!

Talk to me about this dynamite stuff.

Do we have to 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.

PROSECUTOR: All right,
this is a onetime offer.

And if so much as one stick of dynamite

goes unaccounted for, you will fry.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Be
advised, fire in the hole.

Fire in the hole,

[EXPLOSIONS ECHO]

HOLLIWELL: 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.

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[HUFFS]

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".

RICHARD: Yeah, that's nice.

Is it?

[LULLABY PLAYS, STOPS]

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.

[LOW MURMURING]

♪♪

All rise.

The U.S. District Court

for the Western District of
Alabama is now in session.

JUDGE: 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.

JUDGE: Ms. Clarke?

If the defendant wishes
to make a statement,

we'll hear that now.

RUDOLPH [MUFFLED]: 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"...

[DOOR OPENS]

FALLON: 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.

[RUDOLPH CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND]

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.

[BREATH QUIVERING]

I signed up for you.

And I've been bracing
myself for 40 years.

So... [SNIFFLES]

You give me a minute before

I start lighting fireworks

- and dancing a jig, okay?
- [GASPS]

[KISSES]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Oh.

A little souvenir from the ATF.

Trudy'll knit some hi-viz
mittens for the grand-nieces.

[LAUGHS] Ah.

Well, let's pass this torch.

Man, Theresa's gonna kill me.

[EMBRY CHUCKLES]

Well...

that comes with the territory. [LAUGHS]

Yeah.

Yeah. Well,

stay safe, Earl.

You, too.

Young Joe Holliwell.

Bubba.

[EMBRY LAUGHS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

♪♪

- [CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- [DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]

Well!

This is something.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

Something told me you wouldn't
go to the sentencing, either.

[EMBRY CHUCKLES]

How are you?

Oh.

Man after my own heart.

[CHUCKLING]: Well, let's
knock the top off of this.

- All right.
- Come on.

♪♪

EMBRY: 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.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

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!

[LAUGHING]: There it is
right under your damn nose.

It only took you two decades
of bickering to see it.

[LAUGHS]

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's hard.

And maybe it's futile.

But it's noble.

Well, hell.

Maybe I'll take up quilting.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, what are you...

what are you gonna do next?

I don't know.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

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.

♪♪

_

MAN [OVER RADIO]: All escort
officers to the dock area.

All escort officers to the dock area.

Welcome home.

To the rest of your life.

[BUZZER SOUNDS, DOOR CLANKS OPEN]

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?

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

_

GUARD: ♪ You'd better run, Rudolph ♪

♪ Run, Rudolph, run. ♪

[LAUGHS]

♪ 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.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

♪♪

[CROWD SCREAMING, CLAMORING]

FALLON: Mama?

Mama?!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[SCREAMING, CLAMORING CONTINUE]

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[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

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