and keene couldn't stop watching his back. by the fall of 1996, pressure of life in the fast lane was catching up. >> i had woke up in the middle of the night and i was laying there wide awake. i said, you know, i am tired of running like this. i said, i really just want this all to end. >> and it was all about to end, but not the way keene had planned. just two weeks later -- >> i heard the front door rattle and i thought it was just the wind because it was in november and next thing you know, boom. whole door just blew off the hinges and then they came flying in in a straight-file line with their guns drawn and their black uniforms. move, we'll blow your head off. move, we'll do this. just one time. rah, rah, rah. >> for jimmy keene, it was over. >> everything stops. it goes in slow motion. it doesn't feel like it's real. >> keene was ultimately dragged to jail. he pleaded guilty, hoping to minimize his sentence, and at first, federal prosecutor larry