the police arrive, quickly surround him, and the grave scene unfolds. when robert stops moving, paramedics are called. he s pronounced dead at the scene. they say, i have very bad news for you. your son died. then i went in shock. i was crying. i was asking why. an initial autopsy finds no trace of alcohol, drugs, or disease, but fails to find a specific cause of death. he was not a sickly person. wasn t a diabetic, for example, or a person that required any kind of regular medication. the video is voluntarily handed over to police. investigators keep it for a
let me verify that. if so, i ll just cut him loose. all right, thanks. but the officer never checks, and instead, seems to take a casual attitude. you know the bad thing about it? you re matching up to him. that sucks, doesn t it? yeah. the officer notices the man s legs are scraped. did you go through a brier patch or something? yeah, roofing. i always roof in shorts. got my scratches up on the roof. that s why your knees are all cut up? yeah. do you all wear pads? it s too hot. the pads rub the back of your legs. it seems mcnair has an answer for everything. but when the officer asks him his name a second time, mcnair gives a different response. what s your name again? jimmy jones. he says his name is jimmy jones. but the first time, he said it was robert jones. what s your name? robert jones. but the police officer doesn t pick up on it and almost apologizes for detaining the
i m not no prison escapee. the police only have an old, blurry photograph of the prisoner they re looking for. and the officer can t tell if the person he stopped matches the description. so, he asks the man some questions. do you have any form of identification on you? what s your name? robert jones. robert jones? uh-huh. am i not supposed to be on the tracks? no, that s not the problem right now. what s your address? i don t have an address. i m at the hotel. we re working on houses and stuff like that, roofing. the police officer seems to believe the man s story, that he s a roofer staying at a nearby motel. but he s not 100% sure and questions the man further. it turns out the man is mcnair, the exact person the police are looking for. but the smooth-talking criminal is able to fool the cop. the man tells the police officer that he has a brother who can back up his claims. call my little brother, man. all right. let me just verify. he says his brother is staying
pollock, louisiana, april 5th, 2006. a convicted murderer escapes from a federal penitentiary, and a massive manhunt is on to capture him. the fugitive, richard lee mcnair, is a dangerous criminal, a highly intelligent martial arts expert who s escaped from two other prisons in the past before being recaptured. this time, he hides in a mail truck. he s the first prisoner to escape from a federal maximum security facility in nearly 15 years. hours after mcnair s discovered missing, an officer with the ball police department sees a man running on the railroad tracks and gets out to question him. what it is, we ve got an escapee. oh. where from? a prison. is it the man he s looking for? when i crossed the tracks down there, i saw you running. and i said, well, how lucky can i be? nope, nope, nope, nope.
man. put yourself in my position. well, yeah. but i m not i know. i m not throwing you against the you think i m an escapee? hey, you wouldn t believe what the guys do. i mean, they ve got years and years to think about how they re going to do it. after a few minutes of discussing his jogging route, the officer lets the wanted man go with a wave and a smile. be careful, buddy. thank you. all right. mcnair killed a man during a robbery in 1987. he s listed by federal marshals as one of the country s most-wanted criminals and eludes a nationwide manhunt for nearly two years. he s captured in canada in 2007 and is extradited back to the united states. coming up get in the car! outgunned on the side of the road. police getting in trouble. sit down! i m not a dude. and an airport nightmare. when caught on camera, the thin blue line continues.