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Какво ще стане, ако има някакъв поглед
или брух тук?

Прегледах всичките ви възможности.

- Мисля, че обвинението е виновно ...
- Не.

Аз те избрах, защото си мислех

бяхте различен.

Ако мислите, че вие

и групата, която дойдохте тук
от Сан Диего,

ако смятате, че сте щастливи сега,

изчакайте, докато отворят вратите.

Нова кола!

_

Надявам се...

Хей, коте, трябва да се въртиш,

или ще получите рани.

Хей, аз отидох до хладилника и обратно

два пъти днес.

О, два пъти. Голямо упражнение.

- Mwah!
- Е, какво има в менюто?

Супа, предполагам.

Току-що се върнах от клиниката
преди около три минути.

- Ох, това е дълъг ден.
- Точно така?

Това от Талбът ли е?

Не.

Това е за татко.

Той се чувства като видео.

Е, хората са изпращали неща

след Times статия.

Трябва ли да се тревожа

цялата тази поща за фенове, която получавате?

Е, това зависи
как се оказва супата.

Well, that depends
how the soup turns out.

Наистина ли се шегуваш
за връзка?

Хей, ще гледаш ли това
с мен по-късно?

It's the tournament of champions.

Dad? Dad?

Charlie!

- Charlie!
- Oh.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Вие сте изградили връзката си.

Той знае, че можеш да говориш за неговите идеи,

- _
- че си негов равен,

че е направил правилното обаждане

на молба да говоря с теб и само с теб.

на молба да говоря с теб и само с теб.

Няма повече чувства, няма повече теории.

Удари го с фактите.

Той е на път да бъде погребан

под планината на твърди доказателства.

Опитът е самоубийство.

Контрол, той е отчаян за контрол.

Той мисли, че ще бъде изправен пред съда
ще му даде този контрол.

Накарайте го да разбере
че ние притежаваме съдебната зала.

Единственото нещо, което му дава място за разбъркване

е да се признае за виновен.

Той иска контрол.

He loves the control.

Можете да направите това, Фиц.

Не сте донесли
тези печати, нали?

Мислите ли някога
това, което оставяте след себе си

докато се движите през този свят?

Имаш предвид като в

"напуснете почистващото устройство на къмпинга си отколкото, когато го намерихте "?

Баща ми, той ме накара да се присъединя към момчетата,

помислих, че това може да ми помогне да се сприятели.

Не.

Но тя ме научи

да напусна лагера си
отколкото когато го намерих.

Но какво има значение

ако, на следващия ден,
влезе фирма за дърводобив

и отрупа цялата гора?

Имам предвид буквално ...

като всичко, което оставяте,

като при Чарлз
Бомбардировката на Епщайн.

Знаете, че не сте изпратили
пакет за шест години,

и след това, на 22 юни 1993 г.,

мъж в Тибурон се отваря
кафяв плик и ...

... цялото му тяло е разкъсано.

Мисля, че прочетох за това
във вестника.

Генетик, нали?

Yeah.

He had a daughter.

Когато човек взаимодейства със света,

Той оставя следи навсякъде.

Сега, всяко действие,
всяка стъпка, която сте предприели,

you've been shedding clues...проливахте улики ...

Не един, не два,
но стотици, хиляди.

И те имат склад
пълни с доказателства.

Това е спусък.

Точно е. Той е уникален.

Прави се ръчно.

Криминалистите са намерили един
практически непокътнати на мястото.

Намериха идентичен ключ
в кабината си.

Това са изрезки, извори,

медни тръби, алуминиеви отпадъци,

всички съвпадат.

Печати.

Това са печати
от опаковката на Епщайн,

и това са печати от кабината ви.

Пътувахте три дни
от Линкълн, Монтана,
Pŭtuvakhte tri dni

да изпратите пакета в Сан Франциско.

You paid cash.

Използвал си маскировки,

който беше умен,

освен в каютата си,

открихме шест чифта слънчеви очила,

some fake mustaches,

и след това записите в дневника
записване на вашите маскировки.

Това са химическите компоненти
на взривната смес

и емпоксид
който е използван в кутията,

използваната пишеща машина
за етикета на адреса,

въглеродна хартия,

and a receipt for the carbon paper.

Просто продължава и продължава,

Тед, те са
хиляди доказателства

който може да ви свърже с Unabom,

but they only need one to convict you.

They're gonna bury you
under a mountain of evidence,

and all your autonomy
is gonna go out the window

the first day of trial.

He's looking good.

Now reel him in.

I want you to change the world.

I want you to start a revolution.

But if you fight this...

If you fight this,

you are gonna lose control
of everything in your life.

You're gonna be a helpless cog
in the machine of justice

until they strap you down
to the electric chair.

You have one option.

It's gonna give you
some bargaining power,

but you got only one.

Plead guilty.

All of this is for one bomb.

There were 15 others

that we haven't even talked about.

So trust me.

This is all there is.

All right.

If that's my only option, I'll do it.

- That's it, right?
- That's it.

Can I ask you one question?

Anything.

Since you've been so helpful

walking me through
what evidence the F.B.I. has,

I was hoping you might confirm for me

something I've suspected for a long time

but could never get a straight answer to.

But it seems to me that

there is no forensic evidence whatsoever

tying me to these heinous crimes

besides what you found in my cabin.

Yeah, but they got so much
evidence of every type.

Imagine if you could throw out
all that evidence.

There'd be nothing left, right?

Because it's all here on the table.

You just laid it all out in front of me.

Yeah.

James, do you really not have any idea

why I brought you here?

Huh.

This is your search warrant.

It's based on your linguistic analysis.

This is... this is what got you
into my cabin,

and the prosecution's entire case

rests on this one document,
your document.

No, what... What's he doing?

So I thought we could discuss something

I learned about only recently called

fruit of the poisonous tree.

That's the option that
you're neglecting to mention...

The option where I get
all this evidence thrown out

and I walk away a free man.

The only evidence connecting me
to the Unabom attacks

was found inside my cabin.

The only reason the F.B.I.

was legally allowed to search my cabin

was because of your search warrant,

but if that search warrant

was issued on false pretenses

or based on arguments

that fail to meet the burden of proof,

well, then all the evidence
found at that location

is deemed fruit of the poisonous tree.

It's tainted.
It's inadmissible.

It's got to be thrown out.

So if the search warrant goes,

then all their

mountains of evidence simply...

Disappear.

Do you follow?

The whole case depends on
the evidence from the cabin.

And the evidence from the cabin
depends on the search warrant,

but the search warrant
depends on this thing

called forensic linguistics,

which is a field that you just invented,

James R. Fitzgerald.

There is no precedent
in all legal history

for a search warrant
based on linguistic analysis.

So the question I then place
before the court becomes,

do we trust this man as so expert

that we trust his invention?

Where did you get

your formal training in linguistics,

your PhD, your master's?

As I hear it,

the majority of
your law enforcement career

was spent on the graffiti squad

of a small-town police department.

Is that right?

Now would you say that

this time spent reading graffiti

constitutes your linguistic training?

By the way, we haven't even gotten to

the content of the warrant yet.

Oh, god.
Oh.

Perhaps I should leave you
with my annotations.

They're quite extensive.

We got to get him out of there.

I was right.

Mm.

Well, it doesn't really matter
if you're right.

It matters if they believe in you.

And if they don't believe in you,

then they can't trust the warrant.

And if they can't trust the warrant,

then I walk out of here.

Interview is over. Stop.
Get him out of here.

Everything you touched is tainted.

You need look no further.

Give me those.
Those notes are privileged.

You are the poisonous tree.

- Get him out.
- Don't say anything else.

Good chat.

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I found one.

I found a mistake.

Paragraph 185,

"as for the negative consequences

"of eliminating industrial society,

"well, you can't eat your cake
and have it too."

"Eat your cake and

have it too."

It's backwards.

It's backwards.

Why aren't you cheering?

I found a mistake.
We're looking for mistakes.

I found the first real mistake.

Okay. Cool.

But what does it tell us
about the Unabomber?

We're looking for a wudder, right,

something that tells us who he is,

- where he comes from.
- Thank you.

Thank you for quoting
me telling you what to do.

What crawled up your ass and died?

Ackerman gave us an office and a team

to comb the manifesto.

After two weeks, we got nothing.

Well, I have something.

Check it out, yo.

Manifesto, paragraph 11.

These aren't mistakes.

Someone calls me a "broad,"
that's a mistake,

one they would not make a second time.

"Negro" will get your ass kicked.

Ernie, you're a nerd.

Want to test a negro,

huh, broad?

Okay. Let's go with this.

Let's go with it, all right?

What's it telling us?

What's... Who talks like this?

Mm-hmm.

My dad, Wally, he talked like this, but...

It's generational.

It's generational.

So no one 30 to 40 years old

would use those words, right?

Correct.

So what are we saying?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

What... What...
What else does it tell us?

Well, well, also, if he used these words,

then this is a guy

who's never been around black folks...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...Or women.

- There you go.
- And trust me.

When you're pretty much
the only black guy in the UTF,

you get lots of practice
picking up on language clues.

So with that,

he wouldn't live
in San Francisco proper, right?

Except every letter and package
was mailed from here.

Ooh.

Okay. All right.

Don't worry about it.

Let's keep playing.

Maybe he does,

'cause he lives in the suburbs

within driving distance.

Yes. Give me everything.

Give me every language clue

that we have found in the manifesto.

Okay, well, "negro," "chick," "broad,"

"eat your cake,"

though I don't know where that gets us.

Just keep going.
Go on. Come on.

Uh, the long sentences, the formal style...

- Trying to sound smart.
- Okay.

They're variant spellings,
they're... they're not wrong.

They're just unusual, like
"willful" with one L and...

"Analyze" with the S, not a Z.

Plus the numbered paragraphs,
numbered end notes,

a corrections page, works-cited pages...

- Okay.
- ...It's a weird format.

Okay. Okay.
So what does that tell us?

I don't know.
It's formatted weird.

Aw, come on!

Dude, what do you want?

We've been looking for wudder.
There's no wudder.

I mean, it's an awesome idea.

We gave it a shot.

But discretion is
the better part of valor.

I don't want to be the next stamp guy.

I mean, he's off interviewing

Eugene O'Neill's grandkids' dog Walker,

and his career is over

because he didn't know
when to say, "uncle."

Maybe we should call in the experts.

_

Are you going to the, uh,
San Diego thing?

I'm not going.

It's a good one.

Thank you all for coming,

for taking the time
to read the manifesto.

You've all been asked here today

because you were either cited
in the manifesto

or you work in a related academic field.

Look, I'm just...

I'm hoping that you can shed some light
on who the author is

based on what you read.

Are there things

that you recognize in the ideas,
in the language, you know,

from someone that you work with,

a colleague or former student maybe?

If one of my students wrote this,

he'd be out of the program.

There's no way this guy
would pass peer review.

Eh, you could scrape by writing like this

- in the hard sciences maybe.
- Oh, please.

The work coming out of your department

hasn't been publishable in 20 years.

- Oh, please.
- I actually do have a question.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Was there a corrections page
appended to the front?

Yeah.

And is it called "corrections"
or "errata"?

Was it in English or Latin?

Leave it to the comparative
linguistics grad student

to focus on what's relevant.

You know, the Unabomber
had one thing right.

Did you all read paragraph 88?

"Some scientific work
has no conceivable relation

to the welfare of the human race,"

comparative linguistics, for example.

And you think your work is relevant?

Oh, well, listen to the poli-sci...

Time flies when you're having fun.

Nope.

So who do we see about our per diem?

Front desk.

Fitz, good stuff today?

Fill me in first thing tomorrow.

- Yeah.
- Excuse me.

You can get your per diem
at the front desk.

No, no. It's not that.
I just...

My question was never answered.

Is it "corrections" or "errata"?

It's, uh, "corrections."

Why?

Come look at the format.

- It's weird.
- Mm.

To you, it's weird.

To me, these numbered paragraphs,

the numbered end notes,
and the corrections page,

I mean, this is a dissertation.

This is standard formatting for a PhD.

I asked everyone about the formatting.

Well, that's the thing.

Modern dissertations look
totally different now.

The word processor changed everything.

This is in the style of
an older graduate thesis paper.

I noticed these kind of things,

and this style of end notes
was only used before 1972-ish

when they changed to footnotes.

The corrections page?

It was called errata before 1967.

Meaning he learned the formatting

between '67 and '72.

More than that.

Only PhD candidates use this style.

So if he's still using this
format 20 years later...

He must have written a dissertation.

He must have written a dissertation

- between '67 and '72.
- And '72.

Very nice.

Comparative linguistics,

not as useless as the Unabomber thinks.

Do you have a minute?

Technically, you're not
supposed to see this, but...

We've been analyzing
the language of the manifesto,

looking for clues as to who he is.

Wow.

We've been looking for mistakes

on the theory that,

well, like, I say "wudder" and...

Idiolect.

It's what we call the speech patterns

of one specific person.

Idiolect.
Idiolect, right.

Uh, yes, like a linguistic fingerprint.

I mean, we'll work out who he is by...

Based on how he speaks.
Yes.

So you've been looking for mistakes.

Right.

We found these...

Except they're not mistakes.

...except they aren't mistakes.

That's right. They're variant spellings.

They're unusual, but they're
technically correct.

And is he consistent?

He uses the same spellings every time?

Yeah, letters, manifesto...
It's the same unusual spelling.

Is this totally amateur?

Like, am I... Am I doing all right?

- Am I?
- Are you kidding?

This is cutting-edge.

Using language to solve crimes?

There's not even a name
for what you're doing.

So if he's consistent,

that suggests a style guide,

you know, somewhere where
he learned to spell this way,

a newspaper, magazine,

somewhere that had a style guide
for their editors

that matches these spellings.

And if we can find that style guide...

We're closer to finding his idiolect.

And if we can find his idiolect...

Then we find the Unabomber.

Yes.

No.

That's it?

This is Berkeley.

The obsolete style guide
sections are pretty thin.

I could start hitting
the local public libraries

in Marin county today if you want to.

Just keep reading.

This is crazy, man.

Needle in a haystack for what,
a few spelling mistakes?

It's not mistakes.
It's idiolect.

Who is that?

It's just Ackerman.

He wants us to brief him,
but we got nothing to present.

He'll be fine.

- Hello?
- Okay.

Just tell him
I'm on my way.

Dude, it's some woman for you.

Hey!

I found it.

The Chicago Tribune,

it's their in-house style guide.

Their publisher, Robert McCormick,

was this big proponent

of this fringe simplified
spelling movement.

In 1949, he forced it on his editors.

In 1954 when he died,

they switched back to standard spelling.

- "Analyse."
- Yeah.

"Wilfuly."

"Licence."

Instalment with one L,

he uses that in U-11.

This is it.
Can I keep this?

Yes.

Thank you.

- Fitz?
- Yeah?

We're late. It started.

So from that initial
subject pool of 15 million,

we put additional parameters
on the M.P.P.,

which narrowed it to 2,500.

We're calling that our
tier 3 subject group.

Tier 2...
Subjects with criminal records,

mechanical or explosives training,

in a nexus between
Salt Lake City and the Bay area.

Tier 1... top 20.

High level of confidence

that one of these guys is our man.

They're all under active surveillance,

or they're at large

being sought by special operations group.

Excellent.

Fitz, have you got anything

from those nutty professors

that can move the needle?

Actually, yes.

We have solid linguistic evidence

that he grew up in Chicago

and that he learned
his spelling and grammar

from the Chicago Tribune.

And how solid is this?

Solid.

You just made somebody very happy.

Confirmed something
that I've been saying.

Leo Frederick Burt, born in Chicago.

Pass these around.

Leo Burt, my pick for suspect number one.

Born and raised in Chicago,

flirted with S.D.S. and the Panthers

before joining a radical

weather underground splinter group,

involved in a series of
anti-establishment attacks

in the late '70s,

including...
Drum roll, please...

Three attempted bombings,

went into hiding around the same time

that the Unabomber started his attacks,

and, plus, as you can see,

he's a dead ringer for the sketch.

You want to add anything to that, Fitz?

Well, it's also likely

that he had a university affiliation,

you know, that the previous profile

suggested little or no college...

Fitz, your voice
is music to my ears today.

He went to university of
Wisconsin-Madison.

That's where he got hooked up
with the radical groups.

All right.

Let's alert S.O.G.

And start re-interviewing
all known associates.

Let's see if we can drag
Leo Burt out of hiding.

Awesome work, guys.
Meet me upstairs.

We'll talk through it.

Get you involved in that tier 1 squad.

Just a second, before everyone goes.

- Um...
- Is there something else?

Fitz, leave it be.

It's just a question.

How old is Leo Burt?

Forty-seven, born 1948.
Why?

He's too young.

He's possibly too young.

It's not possibly.

He learned his spelling
between '49 and '54.

He got a PhD between,
you know, '67 and '72.

So we're looking at someone
who's minimum of 50 years old.

Plus, if he's got an affiliation
with the Black Panthers,

then he wouldn't use the word "negro."

So it's not him.
It's not Leo Burt.

I'm gonna take "college,"
and I'm gonna take "Chicago."

I'm gonna forget the rest.

- Perfect.
- You can't do that.

You can't pick and choose.
He's over 50.

That's three robust data points.

Plus, the Unabomber got a doctorate.

He didn't just spend
a little time in college.

He got a PhD. No, you can't do that!

Okay! This meeting's over!

That's it.

What's this based on?

The Unabomber's idiolect,
his use of language,

the formatting, his spelling.

The spelling? Goddamn spelling?

I'm gonna kill this guy.

Every serial bomber in history

started between 18 and 21.

That puts his age between 35 and 45.

Well, maybe he's
the exception to the rule.

Every profiler that
we've had in here, including...

Go back to your desks, both of you!

If you want a seat at this table,

you put names on that board!
That's your job!

Your job is not to tell me
to burn a month's work

over goddamn spelling!

What the hell is wrong with you?

They're just so blinded, they can't see.

They're blinded? Dude,
you just turned a promotion

into a freaking kamikaze mission.

No, no. I just saved the investigation.

That's what I'm trying to do.
I'm trying to save it.

You know, they can run
the M.P.P. all month long,

but garbage in, garbage out.

They got 2,000 subjects.
They're all wrong.

Well, how can you be
so sure they're wrong?

We don't even know what we're doing.

We're making this up as we go.

Yeah, yeah.
We're breaking new ground.

- Maybe.
- It's great.

Maybe we're wrong.

I mean, look at us.

I mean, I'm flunking out of
intro to psych.

You have a night school degree
in an unrelated field.

Doesn't mean that...

We don't even know what we don't know.

I know that we're right.

Okay.

You want to stake your career on that?

You go ahead.

You leave me the hell out of it.

Seriously?

They're sending me back to the lab.

It's been real.

Hello?

Thanks for staying up.

Rough day, huh?

Yeah.

There is a silver lining.

Yeah. I, uh...

I found a dictionary of phrases,

and I've been reading about

"eat your cake and have it too."

Have your cake and eat it too.

Yeah.
See, that's the thing.

It is actually the other way around.

Sometime in the 1500s,
it got switched around.

And we've been saying it wrong
ever since.

Wow. Yeah.

So why are you telling me this?

How was today?

Doughnuts for Dad.

Dan burned his tongue.

Sean opted out.

And you?

I'm fine.

I went. I stayed.
I left.

All right.

Well, I love you.

I love you.

To eating your cake and having it too

in that order.

There's something so tragic about him,

isn't there?

A guy who could write like that,
think like that,

so much insight and passion?

And yet, somehow, his life turned out

in such a way that he thinks

the only way he can get people

to hear what he has to say

is by blowing people up?

Well, if he was trapped,
ignored, powerless...

He thinks it's about being powerless,

but really it's about being
so terribly lonely.

It's about having just one person

that he can talk to who understands him,

who respects him for who he is.

That's what anyone wants, right?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

This is the Venn diagram of nachos?

You have the jalapeño zone to the north,

the bean zone to the west,

salsa zone to the east,

and at the center,
it's the Pripyat river valley.

It's just some linguistics humor...

You know, the Slavic homeland.

- Huh?
- Never mind.

You know, it's just
this weird, dorky thing.

Go on. Gon on. Tell me.

Okay.

So, around the year 600,

Slavic people suddenly
appeared all over Europe...

You know, Germany, Poland,
Serbia, Russia...

But nobody could figure out
where they came from.

- The Slavic homeland.
- Right.

It was this huge historical mystery

until they started looking at language,

and then they realized that proto-Slavic

was missing words for
certain kinds of trees.

You know, they had to borrow words

for oak and beech and pine and...

The nachos are Europe.

The Slavs are everywhere,

but they don't have a word for jalapeños.

So they can't come from here?

Exactly.

And they have no word for beans

or salsa or sour cream,

which eliminates everywhere but here.

The Pripyat river valley in Ukraine.

It's basically this huge swamp.

The one place in Europe
where there are no trees.

Right.

It was brilliant because, up until then,

they had only been looking at
the words that they had,

and the key was in the words
that they didn't have.

- What they didn't say...
- Mm-hmm.

...what they didn't know how to say.

What they didn't know how to say.

Right.

Go.

It's the Slavic homeland.

Go.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

So what don't you talk about?

Wife, children, family...

You don't talk about them.

_

Work?

Don't talk about a job, co-workers.

Friends...
You don't have any friends.

You got no one to talk to,
no one to listen to.

_

And no computer,

TVs, no pop culture.

So no IBM, G.E., G.M., Xerox, Dell...

You haven't heard of any of them.

_

You're cut off.

_

No black people, no women.

_

You had a phone.

Call Nathan R.

You wrote, "call Nathan R."

You are out there.

You're somewhere beyond.

_

Isolated.

This is it.

This is your homeland here...

...where there's nobody,

where there's nothing.

Well, this is nice.

You don't change, do you, Fitz?

Just a little less subtle this time.

Ted set me up

so he could attack the search warrant,

attack my forensic linguistics work.

So what?

Your work is solid, and it worked.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter 'cause they're gonna
put me on the stand.

They're gonna tear me apart
'cause I don't have a PhD.

I'm not gonna be humiliated
in front of the whole bureau.

Stop with the self-pity.

Who cares what the bureau thinks?

They don't care about you

unless they want something from you.

What we had, what we discovered,

the work, at least,

was special,

and it was right.

You are more than this case, Fitz,

even if you don't believe it,

even if they never
give you credit for it.

That has to mean something, right?

What was that about credit?

Credit...
That is the way back in.

Ted wants to be famous.

He wants everyone to know
how smart he is.

The only way he's gonna get the credit

is to plead guilty.

You bet the farm once before
that he'd need a trophy.

This is different.
Look how that turned out.

This is different.
You know that.

You can convince me all night,

but there's no way
Cole will let you in there.

I'll go on my own.

Make the call. I'll go tonight.

It'll be off the record,

just me and Ted, face-to-face.

I'll make...
I'll make it right.

Make the call.

Make the call.

I'm off the case.

I'm going home.

I thought it best
if you heard it from me.

There's one thing I would like to ask you

before I leave.

Did you do all this

because you wanted to make
a difference in the world,

to change things?

That's what I admired about you.

You know, I admired you so much,

I gave up everything to live like you...

Alone in the woods,
manifesto under my bed.

Is that true?

When you asked for me, I came, right?

Yeah. You did, didn't you?

Not many men whose ideas
can change the world.

Now you're gonna throw it all away.

I'm not throwing anything away.

I'm beating the system at its own game.

That's the whole point.

Well, getting
the search warrant tossed out

is beating the system.

But what about after?

Oh, you mean after.

Well, I...
I walk away a free man,

vindicated as the victim

of your sloppy and inexpert police work.

Aren't you forgetting a step?

Before you walk free,

you got to stand
in front of a judge and say,

"I'm not guilty."

I'm not the Unabomber.

I didn't write the manifesto,

didn't elude the F.B.I.
for 2 decades.

"I'm just a nobody
who stands for nothing."

No.

See, your... Your logic is flawed.

I'm gonna be acquitted on a technicality,

not on the merits of the case.

I won't be saying
that I'm not the Unabomber.

You say that on TV,

then people who admire you, like me,

are just gonna think you're a hypocrite.

You're just betraying your own principles

to save your own skin.

No, you got to stand up.

You got to take ownership
of what you wrote.

Otherwise, your legacy,
the manifesto will vanish.

The manifesto will not vanish

because the manifesto has been published,

and more importantly,

the manifesto happens to be right.

Doesn't matter if it's right.

People don't believe in you,

they won't believe in the manifesto.

Are you, one man, doing it all alone,

or are you a leader of men,

a man who can change the world,

who can make a difference

and can leave a legacy behind?

Because you can't be both.

Can't eat your cake and have it too, Ted.

What about you, Fitz?

What's your legacy?

What are you leaving behind?

My family,

my sons, they're my legacy.

So they were out in the woods with you?

Mnh-mnh. No. They weren't.

No. They weren't.

So why do you think you said that?

Why do you think you're lying to me?

I wasn't lying. It's complicated.

It's not complicated. It's simple.

They're not your legacy.

I am.

You're not my legacy.

You're here because catching me

is the only meaningful thing
you've ever accomplished.

And now I'm gonna walk,
you can feel it slipping away.

If you walk, you will lose all respect.

Are you talking about me or you?

Because, see, it's you
that spent your whole life

desperate for respect,

desperate to prove that

you're smarter than
the people around you,

and for a brief moment, you were.

You were the guy
that caught the Unabomber.

But I'm about to walk,

and the whole world will see

that you are just
a knuckle-dragging beat cop,

and the graffiti squad
was where you belonged.

You know, the thing I find
most sad about you, James,

is that you can run off
and live in the woods,

abandoning your wife and kids,

study the manifesto down to the letter,

but it will not make one jot
of difference to anyone,

and the best that you will ever be

is a feeble imitation of me.

I've got some concerns about Leo Burt.

He's our best suspect,
but he's also our most elusive.

Uh, Fitz, uh, you weren't
on the list for this meeting,

so if we need you,
we will give you a buzz.

This is a new profile.

It's clean, no typos, solid.

Goodbye, Fitz.

Just trying to help.

This is based on what exactly?

Forensics. It's grounded in forensics.

Forensics?

I've come up with an approach

I'm calling forensic linguistics.

Fingerprints are forensics.

DNA is forensics.

Spelling willfully with one L
is not forensics.

It's not just spelling.

It's a comprehensive idiolectic profile.

Fitz, we don't want a profile.

We want a person.

Can you get us a person
that we can put on the board?

I think if you just read it...

I didn't think so.

Give me a name
that I can put on the board.

Otherwise, shut the door behind you.

Toss that thing.

Okay. Where were we?

We've got the top five,
counting Leo Burt.

Look at this obedient ship.

Got to make them hear you.

Got to make them listen.

You're gonna make them listen.

You're gonna make them hear you.

How?

How?

- Who's my liaison?
- Over here.

Tell the lab to drop everything else.

This is all hands on deck.

Copy that. We're on it.

Get the originals down to forensics.

Follow me.

They're from him.

They're all from him.

Jesus, I'm gonna go get him.

Why didn't you answer my pages?

You got to come in.

We just got a bunch of
new Unabom letters.

He's written to the Times,
the Washington Post, Penthouse.

You're not gonna believe this.

The Unabomber wants to make a deal.

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Well, what the hell do we do now?

You haven't got a fingerprint
in 17 years.

He just gave us a linguistic fingerprint

on a silver platter.

This is how we catch him.

I'm supposed to walk
into Janet Reno's office

and ask her to publicly give in

to the demands of a terrorist?

Where do we stand once all this is done?

Don's taken it upon himself

to propose one of the largest operations

in F.B.I. history.

Both our asses are on the line.

Do you understand me?

Now I know he's got
10 PhDs and a 500 I.Q.,

but he's still a serial killer, right?

You've got 30 minutes

to come up with something better
than forensic linguistics.

I'm at Montgomery station.
I need backup.

F.B.I., freeze!