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It's April, 1994, in Pasca, Goulam, Mississippi. Mike Moore is pushing a cart down a sidewalk.

It's heavy and loaded to the brim with cardboard boxes. Moore tugs at his damp collar, wipes his forehead.

He can't wait to get out of this Mississippi heat. Moore may be the state's attorney general, but today's work has to be done in secret.

No extra help from assistance. Though he does have one extra set of hands. Richard scrubs his friend and fellow attorney walks alongside Moore and helps steady the boxes.

Moore turns around and sees Merrill Williams straggling behind them.

The former paralegal is now their whistleblower, and while he's a strange man, Moore thanks God that Williams has agreed to help.

Because if his promises are true, Williams has a treasure trove of evidence that could incriminate Big Tobacco and deal the industry a mortal blow.

Now Moore needs to get to a safe place so he can open the boxes, see the documents for himself.

The three men reach the entrance of a darkened bank. Scruggs pulls a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks the door.

They head inside where scruggs owns a private vault. Dickie, this is perfect. What do you think, Merrill? Well, beats my basement.

I'm sure the last few days have been pretty interesting for you, Merrill.

Flying out to Florida on Dickie's jet, lugging around these files, now being in a private bank vault.

Sure, it's all overwhelming, but I don't want you to worry about anything.

Williams casts a sideways glance. Do I look worried?

After today, this is your show to run. I'm just passing the baton.

That's right, yeah, you've done your part. Future generations will remember this.

Yeah, well don't bow down just yet. Check out the memos first. Maybe they're nothing special.

Maybe we should just turn around and I'll take these back home. No, no, no. We don't think you're crazy, Merrill, or anything else.

Let's just have a quick look. Come on, Dickie. Open her up.

Scruggs grips the heavy wheel on the front of the vault and slowly turns it.

Then he switches on a light. More notices, rows of dusty, safe deposit boxes. A small table stands in the corner.

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