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He's smart because he was figuring out

how to build the bombs better as time goes on.

There's an amazing, meticulous quality to the bombs.

They were very cleverly done.

The bomber has been moving,

the targets have been different.

Most cases don't go on this length of time

without some sort of solution.

So far, he hasn't killed anyone.

Uh, he's clearly trying to.

Greg: The next package was sent May 15th, 1985.

That was discovered

at the University of California at Berkeley.

Joel: He's back to Berkeley.

Is that significant?

Why did this person feel comfortable

coming back to this campus again?

Zap! You know, it exploded,

threw my hand over to the side.

I could see my hand was really, really torn up very badly,

then I noticed that I had this big gash out of my arm

and blood was starting to... to bubble up out of there.

I respond to the crime scene,

along with the other members of the San Francisco FBI office.

It is, as with most bombings, a rather horrific scene.

Uh, there is debris all over the room,

there is blood.

I also had my Air Force Academy ring

on my right ring finger

and when I, when I opened the device

it blew my fingers and the ring off

and left an imprint in the wall itself.

* Man, now what has been done *

* Man can't stand himself *

* Or where he's told that he belong *

* Man don't understand *

* Man blames everyone *

* Everyone under the sun *

* Tell me what has Man become *

* Man can't help himself *

* Don't know where he can run *

* Man can't run for help *

* Can't stand anybody else *

* Man don't know where he's from *

* Don't know where he belong *

* Now would Man trade tomorrow *

* For a time long forgotten *

Ted: No. It was simply anger and revenge

and I was... was going to strike back.

Try not to get blown up.

* Man don't understand *

* What has man become *

It's kind of odd.

He's putting clues inside.

He punches a little uh...

stamps 'FC' into the bomb material

or he puts it on the little plate.

No one knows what it means.

These are just two initials.

There's a great deal of speculation

and investigation

to try to figure out what this could mean.

There are all kinds of ideas presented

within the task force and outside the task force

As to what 'FC' could stand for.

This is a guy who is really paying attention to his craft,

the bits that he left in his bombs

referring to the 'FC',

and the wood references that he makes,

Percy Wood, and the bits of wood used in his bomb.

He was probably too vain,

you know, thought he was too clever to avoid it,

but they're clues.

"Does the Unabomber mean anything to you?" "No".

"Do the initials FC mean anything to you?" "No."

Only in terms of a DOS command, you know?

Nothing there that I could think of.

We pursued it as far as it could be pursued

to see if it meant something,

and it was another dead end.

"I'm no longer bothered

by having crippled this guy.

I laughed at the idea of having any compunction

about crippling an airline pilot."

Thousands and thousands of pages -

22.000 pages -of hand-written material,

entries about what he'd been doing on a particular day,

to things he was eating,

to his history,

people he knew, jobs he'd had,

to experiments about how to make bombs.

"I think that, perhaps,

I could now kill someone.

I emphasize that my motivation is personal revenge.

My ambition is to kill a scientist,

big businessman,

government official or the like."

It's the world that was inside his head.

Nobody would have been able to see that.

There were entries that were entirely

just mathematical, just numerical entries.

Pages and pages of numbers

and it turned out a key within the writings

allowed translation

of these numerical documents.

Those turned out to be direct confessions

to all of the Unabomb crimes

and how he felt about them.

So, he had gone to great lengths

to write them in a code,

such that if anybody stumbled into the cabin,

burglar or whomever,

they wouldn't be able to make anything out of it.

Theresa: Yeah.

Butch didn't know he had a college degree.

He knew he was smart.

I mean, Ted would come up here and help him work on the house.

And the math he could do in his head was phenomenal.

You have to do a lot of math

to know how to do the lumber.

So, I always was impressed with Butch's knowledge of math.

He said Ted was so much faster than him

that he knew he had to be an educated man.

Sometimes he would tutor me in mathematics

'cause he was very, very gifted in mathematics.

I'm remembering one time he was-

I was probably in fourth grade

and he's trying to show me how to do algebra

and I'm thinking, I don't really understand this.

And my parents are saying, "You know, Teddy,

I don't think David really understands."

And Teddy says, "Yeah, yeah, he does.

You understand, don't you, Dave?"

And I said, "Yeah, I think so."

I think one of the reasons that he...

gravitated towards math,

it's something he could do in isolation.

It's not a team project.

There were parts of him

that were a little different.

He was a little um...

Oh, what I... I, I don't know how to describe it.

Ted did not have many friends.

There were periods of time

when nobody ever came to the house to visit Ted.

His adolescence is now troubled.

I wouldn't say it's necessarily traumatic,

uh, but it's troubled. It's the beginning.

I actually asked mom,

"Mom, what's wrong with Teddy?"

And, you know, mom's saying, "What, what do you mean?

There's nothing wrong with Teddy.

What are you talking about?"

And I said, "Well, he doesn't have any friends.

I mean, why?"

It was at that point that mom decided,

uh, she needed to share something with me,

so that I could hopefully understand my brother better.

And this was a memory that had haunted her

really all her life.

As mom described it, he originally, you know,

he was like a laughing, active baby.

He had gotten sick.

Like good parents, they took him to the hospital.

He ended up being in the hospital for over a week

as they tried to like diagnose what the problem was -

there were rashes on his body.

Mom always faulted the hospital.

They would have been there every day visiting him,

but the hospital said no.

It's kind of like, we don't want parents to be in the way.

We've got our work to do,

we have our, our little baby to cure,

so keep your distance.

They were only allowed to visit him

two times a week, for two hours.

After that, he was like completely shut down.

Like there was no smiling, there...

The eye contact was no longer there.

She and our father tried for...

It took them a couple of weeks

after Ted came home from the hospital

to get him to the point

where he would seem to trust a little bit

and make some eye contact.

There is this theory that an infant

that doesn't bond with the mother,

develops psychopathy as a defensive mechanism;

that they feel no pain, they feel no trauma,

but, of course, at the same time,

they lose the sense of empathy,

a moral compass.

At the tail end of that conversation, she said,

you know, "Ted may have felt abandoned as a little baby.

Don't ever abandon your brother, David,

because that's what he fears the most."

And of course, I'm thinking, well, I'll never abandon Ted.

Why would I abandon Ted? I love Ted.

But, of course, those words echoed in my mind

years and years later

when we had to deal with Ted's violence.

He's clever, really meticulous,

probably obsessive-compulsive,

fastidious, and super-smart.

There is an indication that the bomber

has some familiarity

with construction techniques

and has access to machine tools.

They're getting better in that sense.

I was up in on a job that I was working,

so nobody was home,

and the UPS driver come roarin' up into the driveway

and Ted was inside of an open-ended shed.

And I have a little work bench in there with the drill press

and, you know, files, different drill bits.

There's a vice. And here was Ted.

He had nowhere to hide, nowhere to go.

And I asked the UPS driver after,

"Well, what was he workin' on?"

And he said, "Well, I didn't see.

He put his body right in front of the vice,

whatever he was working on there."

And I said, "Well, what was his body language like?"

He said, "Consternation".

You know, very serious face and "Chris isn't home."

I just think we should've been more observant.

In this community, you...

you help your neighbor,

but you also give 'em their space.

He was so reclusive and secretive

that there's just really no way we could've gone

from the hermit in the cabin to the Unabomber.

It's just such a far stretch.

His clothing was ripped and tattered and still...

Hair wild, eyes wild.

Wendy: Filthy dirty, just...

the layers of dirt on his skin

was like crusted.

One thing that really sticks out, to me,

in my memory,

there was one day where I was walking up

to our rock quarry, which I did frequently,

and just taking a walk by myself.

And I rounded a corner...

there was Ted,

and we almost just ran into each other,

and it startled both of us.

But at that point, I just remember being scared.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up,

and I knew something was wrong,

something was out of place.

Not a word was said,

and I remember just...

almost running back home

and constantly looking over my shoulder

to, to see if he was still there.

I was truly fearful of him.

We begin trying to figure out ways

to match up, now, these different geographic areas.

So you have a series of bombs in Chicago,

Utah, and now Northern California.

Bombs are being placed

and mailed from these locations,

so the bomber has to be physically there.

Are there data sets that you can acquire

that you could begin filtering

to look for somebody

who follows this pattern?

No one has seen the bomber,

but we have behavioral experts who give us their assessments,

and one of the things that is most likely

is that the bomber is a, a white male,

uh, between 35 and 45,

who is at least comfortable on University campuses,

perhaps works at a University campus.

All these things taken together

mean that you can begin to paint a picture

of the person who is doing this.

It did detonate.

It caused injuries to the assistant,

the grad assistant that opened the package,

and some temporary hearing loss

by both Professor McConnell and the assistant.

I remember specifically

a sense of the package expanding in my hands.

Joel: There's got to be a reason

that the bomber is choosing these people.

Does he know them?

Do they represent something to him?

What is the connection that's making him pick these people

out of the universe of people

that he could use for his devices?

I was in Ann Arbor,

and that's how I became involved in the case.

I was doing a lot of investigation

regarding Professor McConnell,

trying to figure out...

Basically, doing what we call a victimization,

where you try to figure out

who he might be in contact with

or for what reasons somebody would send him a bomb,

and what the connection was between McConnell

and the previous victims,

and we weren't coming up with much.

Doctor McConnell is a professor of psychology.

That is a new element to the case.

Why now? We have a very -

what appears to be a clear connection to universities

and the airline industry,

but now a psychologist. What does that mean?

It must mean something,

but that's left for us to figure out what.

Narrator: Some traditional Michigan activities,

curricular and extra curricular.

Ted was accepted into Michigan

when he graduated from Harvard.

He got here in 1962.

He stayed at Michigan until 1967,

when he got his Ph. D. in mathematics.

And for the first three years he was here,

he lived in East Quad, right here.

We know a lot about what Ted was thinking.

He wrote, hand-wrote, a very voluminous journal.

This is what he wrote:

"During my years at Michigan,

I occasionally began having dreams.

Some psychologist would either be trying to convince me

that I was "sick"

or would be trying to control my mind.

I would grow angrier,

and finally, I would break out in physical violence.

At the moment when I killed the psychologist,

I experienced a great feeling of relief and liberation.

David: It was pretty obvious that he had

some psychological problems that were pretty serious.

I think in some ways, you know, the family was,

"Okay, well, let's not talk about it.

Let's let things settle down

and then we'll recover normalcy."

You know, it was significant enough that,

you know, probably we should have sought help then.

According to his diary,

those were not happy times for him.

He apparently had issues

with his social awkwardness

and I think it was a turning point for him,

in a lot of ways, in his thinking

about his interaction with society.

He had difficulties with the opposite sex

and ultimately, that manifested itself

into some thoughts about actually killing people.

He became that angry.

I think maybe initially with himself,

and ultimately with society,

because he felt that uh...

he was a victim to some extent.

He writes he was at the library

and there was a girl there

that, uh, he chatted with

and he had a desire to spend more time,

to connect with her.

And she seemed available.

He talks about trying to get up the nerve to call her.

And ultimately, he never makes the call.

He said something derogatory about the female

and I think that says something about,

you know, Ted's maybe feeling of inadequacy.

At the very end of his last year in Michigan,

for about two weeks he had been having erotomanic fantasies

about being a woman.

Now, it's not that Ted wanted to be a woman.

There wasn't any kind of gender dysphoria.

Ted fantasized about being a woman

because I think he couldn't have relationships with women.

He'd never had an experience with a woman.

So, for whatever reason, he wanted a sex change.

So, he made an appointment to go see

the University of Michigan psychologist

at the health service and uh...

he went to see them and at the last minute,

decided he didn't want to talk about having a sex change.

He decided he couldn't go through with it.

He couldn't talk about his erotomanic fetishes,

he couldn't talk about his desire for a sex change.

He described feeling extreme violent anger

towards the psychiatrist.

Feelings of rage and shame

and humiliation.

And in 1966,

this is where Ted begins to fantasize about killing.

"And so, I said to myself,

why not really kill that psychiatrist

and anyone else whom I hate?"

All of his anger bubbles to a point

where it's no longer contained.

Just thinking about the homicides,

writing in his diary,

all of this provided him with a sense of relief,

and also, sexual satisfaction.

Ted describes leaving this appointment

as a major turning point in his life.

In fact, he said,

"Like a phoenix,

I burst from the ashes of my despair

to glorious new hope."

"I will kill,

but I will make at least some effort to avoid detection

so that I can kill again."

He didn't do it for a while after that,

but that's when he first thought of it,

of actually killing human beings.

It is typical.

The majority of serial killers don't start killing

the second they get the inclination to.

They wait, they think, they plan.

Especially somebody like Ted who is so methodical,

so thoughtful, so calculating.

He-he wasn't going to kill right away.

And he didn't express those thoughts to anybody.

Not to family, not to friends.

He wrote them in his diary,

but that's private.

So how would you have been able to see

whether or not Ted was going to be a homicidal offender?

We didn't know, of course,

nobody knew what was waiting for Ted.

It kind of looked like, "Wow, Ted is...

Ted's future is bright, it's open, it's beautiful."

I remember a picture of my brother in which he's...

he's not quite looking at the camera,

he's looking off to the side,

and I saw, "Wow, he's looking into the future."

A future maybe only he can see, you know?

This hopeful vision of a future

that would be full of accomplishment

and uh... good works.

I think the first really awful crisis

we experienced as brothers

was when I got a job working in the same factory

that my father worked at

and I was, um, living at home,

and Ted said he wanted to earn some money.

He came back to work in the same factory.

Something really surprised me.

He asked one of the girls there to go out with him

and she started going out with him.

They had three or four dates

and he came back seeming really happy.

I mean, he even told me,

burst into my room one day and said, "She kissed me."

And then, after a few dates,

the girl said that she really didn't...

Wasn't romantically interested,

that maybe they could be friends,

and Ted was extremely upset.

He wrote these limericks that he...

You know, very unflattering,

ugly sort of limericks about her

and he posted them around the worksite.

I confronted him. I said, "Why are you doing this?"

And she-he said, "You don't know what she did to me."

And I said...

I basically threatened him that I would fire him,

'cause I had a small little job as a supervisor there.

And sure enough, the next day, he came back

and put another one of the limericks up.

"So, are you gonna fire me?"

And I said, "Yeah, Ted, go home."

After he had been fired from his brother's factory,

he ended up waiting in that woman's car.

He had contemplated mutilating her,

but decided against it.

There are a lot of elements of Kaczynski that are,

that are hyper-masculine.

In my opinion, he hated women.

He had no use for us.

Butch was a bachelor,

so his house was a little messy.

So the first like two weeks or so

I was just kinda cleaning up,

and I was just dinking around -

I was 23,

wasn't wearing many clothes.

I turned around and there's this nasty looking guy

peeping through our plant window.

And I'm like, "What the heck?"

So, I run into the bathroom and I throw some clothes on.

I'm like, "Why didn't Butch teach me

how to shoot a gun yet?"

It was Ted, he wanted to know what day it was

and what time it was and it...

He was very polite,

but it was like, this is really weird

that you would, you know,

wanna know what day it was and what time it was.

Ted had such an ideal situation with my place,

because he could sit across in total hiding

and peer out from behind a...

a big gravel pile,

and trees growing out of it,

and he could sit and watch.

He could sit and watch my wife, you know,

jump into the hot tub with me.

He watched. He would watch.

I mean, that sounds like a silly thing,

but it does change things. You feel violated

that your privacy has been taken away from you

and now you no longer trust,

well, is he there or is he not there?

Just like Ted Kaczynski

continually improved on his bombs,

a sexual serial killer will continually improve

on his rapes and abductions of-of women.

And so, it's an addiction.

And definitely that repetitive pattern,

we, we certainly see in Kaczynski's bomb making.

I think the bombs were his sex.

So, if you keep having enough of these devices

sooner or later someone will get killed.

They're, they're that good.

It's not just a worry, it's a... a belief.

They just haven't had the right set of circumstances

for anyone to die yet.

Newscaster: 38-year-old Hugh Scrutton died

when he spotted a paper bag by a dumpster

at the back of his store.

When he picked up the device it exploded.

Debris was blown through the walls of the building.

Shrapnel was strewn 150 yards into a back parking lot.

Hugh Scrutton was a student at UC Berkeley

at the time that Kaczynski was teaching there.

And I think there's a good chance Scrutton

wound up on Kaczynski's victim list

because he'd caught his eye somehow.

He didn't forget anything.

Someone offended him some way or another,

I would not doubt that they wound up on his victim list.

"Excellent.

Humane way to eliminate somebody.

He probably never felt a thing."

He expressed pleasure

because he had been able to increase

the power of his bombs

as he became, you know, smarter with each one.

And so, it's kind of chilling,

and there is no tone of remorse.

It is more pleasure

in improving his skills at killing people.

You've had four devices in 1985,

one with a fatality.

Everybody, of course, is expecting

that the pace will pick up.

In order to put the FBI

off their track,

he deliberately went to a men's room in the bus station,

picked up a number of pubic hairs

and brought them back

and inserted them in his next bomb,

so that when the FBI

did their analysis of the bombing,

that they would find DNA strands

that had nothing to do with him.

February 20th, 1987,

another bomb was found

in the parking area of a computer store

in Salt Lake City, Utah.

I noticed there was this piece of wood

sitting kind of next to the building,

between the cars where I'd park.

One of my employees saw him place the device

in the parking lot.

Um... didn't know it was a device, obviously.

She got busy, the office got busy,

and it was just like,

"Enh, it's a piece of wood, whatever."

There were four nails sticking out of this piece of wood.

And I was thinking to myself, "That's kind of odd."

But it was only a second, you know?

I just hesitated for a second.

I reached down. I put my fingers on the end,

on the bottom piece,

and when I lifted it,

it sounded almost like a fighter jet.

Just a screech.

And I thought, "Oh, God, I might not make it."

Everything went in slow motion

and the only way I can describe it is like, um,

if you think about The Matrix,

when he's dodging bullets and things like that.

And I noticed these things that looked like needles, kind of,

that were threaded through my shirt.

When you make a pipe bomb,

the explosion will take the path of least resistance.

And the pipe actually expands like a balloon

to a point when then it, it bursts.

And the pipe itself becomes shrapnel.

And then if you surround it with additional shrapnel,

it makes it extremely deadly.

You can see where the pieces of shrapnel tracked,

directly along... along my face.

You can see where it came into my chin,

through the lower lip,

under the upper lip.

The piece of metal that embedded below my nose,

had it been out a fraction of an inch,

probably would have gone straight in the brain.

The guy before me was killed with the same bomb,

just in a different package.

I was experiment 121.

I'm reading journal entries from what he calls experiments.

"My device detonated, but the results,

as far as we could find out,

did not do enough to satisfy us."

This is a picture of my left leg.

I mean, I'm looking at, you know,

lots of different sizes of pieces,

but, you know, you've got one, two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,

ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,

fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.

I mean, that's one small section,

so I'm gonna take a guess

that there's maybe fifty or so pieces of shrapnel

on the one side of the leg.

A bomb is so impersonal.

Unless you're physically there, you can't actually see it.

You can't see the person suffer.

You can't see the pain.

Common question asked of all serial killers,

well, you know, what did it feel like to kill someone?

And, and most serial killers say the same thing -

didn't feel anything.

As investigators, you cannot help but want to end this

before it happens to the next person.

And to give to the people who've been victimized

some sense of...

an answer to why this happened.

Why was his store chosen?

You know, he's probably asking himself that.

But we don't have any good answers for them at this point.

The part that just becomes so weird is...

why,

and then why, and...

and why again, right,

um, would somebody try to kill you?

Because it did come down to somebody tried to kill you

and they're a murderer,

so why would they do that to you?

What's different about this is that

for the first time in the case the bomber is seen.

It's huge.

An employee inside the store

notices some sort of movement through the window,

they exchange looks for a couple of seconds perhaps.

He finishes what he's doing and walks away.

Immediately, the task force, the authorities there

set to work creating a sketch

of what the... the person had seen.

He was wearing a hoodie,

a hooded sweatshirt,

and aviation sunglasses.

Newsreader: Now investigators were able to derive

the first police sketches of the elusive killer.

A mustached man,

apparently in his late twenties.

So, everybody is speculating what he's like,

including, you know, law enforcement.

It-it's, of course, it's a feeding frenzy for the media.

Who is the Unabomber?

Newsreader: This man is one of the most wanted

criminals in America.

He's a white man, five foot ten inches tall,

with reddish blond hair,

but no one knows his name.

Newsreader: The FBI hopes that someone,

in the northern California, San Francisco area

the bomber is believed to live in,

will recognize this man and turn him in.

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