All language subtitles for Episode 02 Pure Wudder

You said he had
a personal philosophy,

some message
he's trying to send.

You were right.

Screw this up,
we'll crucify you.

We need you to get into
a room with kaczynski,

break him down.

Ted asked for you.

I need help.

They need me
to get the guilty plea.

You tell yourself that
you're the ones in control.

They obey you, your technology,
your machines.

But what would you do without
your car, your telephone?

What if all the airplanes
just stopped?

10 years ago, computers
were expensive toys.

Today, civilization as we know
would fall apart without them.

You live in terror of
a blackout, a computer crash,

a car won't start,
a phone doesn't ring.

So you construct your lives,

your whole society
so that won't happen.

Everything revolves around
their needs, not yours.

They buzz, you jump.

They beep, you answer.

So ask yourself --
who's really in control?

You or them?

Hey, we just got handed
a 56-page manifesto

from the most elusive
criminal in the world,

something so important
he wants both the post

and the times to have it,
and I just want five minutes

in the lab to read it.

I'll gown up, I'll look
over their shoulders.

It's five minutes.

There's a system here,
a process,

a process that begins with
a compete forensic analysis --

thorough, unhurried, uncorrupted
by meddling rubberneckers.

Yeah, I know, but
it's a big break in the case,

and I'm here to be
a word guy, all right?

You are here to wait
and to do what you're told.

A big break in this case
comes when we pull

a fingerprint off
one of those pages,

when we find
another Nathan r.

A single strand of hair
would be far more valuable

than anything
you are gonna get

from reading
the guy's rant.

Well, "dad, it is i" --
he got that from reading.

Yeah,
case friggin' closed.

We wait for forensics --

a month, a year,
however long it takes.

And meanwhile, if you want
to see some real police work,

step inside.

Fitz, dude, you got
to check this out.

It's friggin' sweet.

-You're up.
-We analyzed the postal steam

of the whole west coast,
and we traced the path

of every unabom letter
and package

from the moment it dropped
into a mailbox to sorting

and distro to final delivery,
where we identified

two critical choke points.

So, if unabom decides
to keep dropping his mail

in the bay area,
there is a 95% chance

that it will be sorted through
one of these two facilities.

Meaning that we
train those handlers and sorters

to identify a unabom package.

Then we could intercept
every bomb en route.

Never have to worry about
a unabom package again.

Cool, right?

Yeah.

You still want to tell US about
"dad it is i"?

Okay. Logistically what are we
talking about here?

Okay, so you see 945 a
and 945 b?

Those are the checkpoints right
here...

"Dad, it is i" tells US
he likes word games and puzzles,

and that he thinks
he's smarter than everyone,

and that he can be
sneaking on by US.

It's kind of true,
'cause no one here noticed

'cause you all
underestimated him.

He has problems
talking people.

That's why
he resorts to cyphers.

And he's probably
got daddy issues.

Now, I got all this
from a one-page letter.

Imagine what I would get
off a 56-page manifesto.

Yeah.

Now, that's my partner,
right there.

You'll get your 56 pages
after forensics is finished.

Goodbye.

Yeah, it's Cole.

What?!

Where?

I opened a letter
from the unabomber.

You work at
the San Francisco chronicle --

you're the only person
who touched this?

I'm just
an editorial intern.

I just open letters
to the editor as they come in.

But I-I could have died.

I could have been, like,
blown up or something.

Yeah, but you weren't
and a lot of people might be,

so count your blessings
and shut up.

-What do you got?
-Chief, you ready?

It's bad. "Warning --
the terrorist group fc,

called 'unabomber'
by the FBI,

is planning to blow up
an airliner out of

Los Angeles
international airport

sometime during
the next six days.

To prove that the writer
of this letters knows something

about fc, the first two digits
of their identifying number

are 55."

Is that number a match?

What's the number
he sent the times?

What's the authentication number
fc sent the times?

553254394.

It's him.

Trisha, get director freeh
on the phone,

l.a.p.d. Commissioner, faa,
and alert Janet Reno's office,

and make it clear we have

a potential
mass-casualty situation.

When a letter arrived
at a San Francisco newspaper

threatening to blow up
an airliner...

They say it bears all the marks
of the unabomber.

Federal officials believe
the sender is the terrorist

who has been sending bombs...

The unabomber appears
to be ready to strike again.

This time the threatened
target is a jetliner

flying out of Los Angeles.

Frederick Benjamin Isaac wood,
FBI wood.

But those were planes
with depleted fuel tanks.

-Return address 549...
-Here we're talking about

fully fueled jetliners within
a shrapnel radius

of an explosive device
of unknown size and power.

How much fuel is in a 747
that's about to take off?

Phil, now tell me where we are
on refraction beam scanners.

Right.
So now you see --

no, it's got
to be mobile.

You can't bring items into
the airport to be scanned.

Jesus, Phil.

You got to do it
on the runway.

We got to just do it
plane by plane.

-Unbelievable.
-Okay, two-one breach...

Lucas. Hey, can I -- can
I borrow your pen, please?

Thank you.

Two, one, three.

We're at about 30%,
but it looks like

all the big databases
are up and searchable.

IRS, usps...

Social security?

Do you realize what this means?

This is gonna be the first major
case solved by computer.

If this is the guy.

There's no if,
it's driven by the data.

Think about all the data the
government has on its citizens.

Addresses, employment,
military, census.

Eighty years of data,
250,000,000 people,

but you can't
do anything with it

because it's scattered across
dozens of different systems.

That's why I built the mpp,
to bring all that data

together in one place
for the first time.

I mean look, fc's authentication
number looks a lot like

a social security number, right?
So I did a search.

And it's a match.

The number belongs
to a guy named Alan meeks.

40-year-old white male.

Then I crunched the usps data.

Look where meeks has been
living for the past 30 years.

Oakland, San Francisco,
salt lake city, Sacramento.

It's all the key locations
associated with unabom activity.

Where is he now?

He's already in custody.

They arrested
meeks right here.

Recognize the place?

Yeah, rentech -- it's the site
of the Hugh scrutton bomb.

The unabomber's first kill

returning to the scene
of the crime.

They're getting meeks ready
for interrogation right now,

and I got to know if meeks
is the unabomber.

What was he looking for here?

Why'd you come back?
Why this place?

Computer rental store.

Computers. Technology.

What did these people
symbolize to you?

You got to work early,

you didn't expect them
to be there.

10 seconds, 20 seconds --
that's all you needed.

But she looked, and suddenly the
unabomber was flesh and blood.

A man, not a concept, and that's
why this scared you so much.

That's why you stopped
for six years...

Wo hey, Hugh?

Phyllis, do you have
that invoice

from Phoenix games and hobbies?

I'm trying to get this stuff
out the door before we open.

Phyllis?

Are you in the bathroom?

...even though it felt good
to finally succeed.

He was reliving it,
savoring it.

Which he never got to do in '85
because of the eyewitness.

Meeks is ready!

Let's get over there.

This could
really be him.

"Pure wood."
Read 'em and weep, fitzy.

That's the unabomber.

T-h-e-n.

Thicker than water.

It's not him.

It's a spelling mistake.
So what?

You get drunk,
you get a tattoo --

I don't remember seeing
a spelling mistake

in all those letters.

Does this guy look like
the author of a manifesto

entitled "industrial society
and its future"?

He sure does to me.

Here's the thing, I don't think
you meant to kill anyone,

I think you just wanted to
send a message.

I definitely didn't mean to kill
anyone, that's for damn sure.

Look, I believe you.

But these guys, they don't.
They're hard asses.

So tell me how to stop lax.
Help me help you.

What's lax?

If you make this
hard for me...

I didn't mean to kill anybody.
...I will make your life

a living nightmare.
I can't take back what I did,

and I'll live with this
the rest of my life.

I paid my debts to society.

Wait.
Excuse me?

Eight years,
Iowa state pen.

I came out a changed man.
I learned my lesson.

I never drove drunk again.
Not once, I swear.

Meeks was in jail half the time
the unabomber was active.

How come that wasn't
in my file?

We pulled everything
we could -- Cali, federal.

You're telling me
you don't have

Iowa bureau of prisons
records in your mpp?

-Didn't we do this before?
-It's just for our files.

Here.

What's "pure wood"?

Pure area in peckerwood.

Their ain't no jungle-bunny
blood in these veins.

Right.

She's thicker
than water, right?

Thicker than what?

Thicker than water.

"Wudder"?

Well, where
the hell you from?

And who talks like that?
Y'all here that -- "wudder"?

Christ.

Fitz, let's go.

Jennings: The extraordinary
precautions come

because a letter was mailed
to the San Francisco newspaper

from a man the FBI calls
"the unabomber."

Anything?

Wudder under the bridge.

Damn.
You heard that, too?

What Fitz has
with his hoagie.

Wudder?

Tabster, stone cold.

Come on. Philly.

Fitz, Burkhardt,
conference room.

I've never heard
you say pierogi,

but you do say wudder.

Water. Water.

I like wudder.
It's part of who you are.

So, one word, one tiny slip,
and you think you know who I am?

Are you seriously
pissed off?

About what?

I said one word
slightly wrong,

and you can all peg me
as the Philly street cop

out of his depth.

Fitz! Now!

Dude! Are you serious?

So, you can read it.

Yeah?

What is this?

The forensic report.

300 pages that say
we found nothing.

No, not the report,
the document.

His document,
his manifesto.

They're over there.

No one else wanted one.
What?

Well, you're talking
about three different dossiers,

and I don't have them, so --

hold on a second.

For 17 years, the unabomber
has been trying to say something

with these bombs,
trying to send US a message,

and now he lays it out,
everything he's been

trying to tell US,
and you don't want

to take
the time to read it?

We're dealing with a major
airport shutdown here,

so write up a three-page
synopsis, clean, no typos,

and we'll give it a look.

Yep. All right.

New unabom letter
sent to the times.

-What?
-New York is faxing it through.

Jesus!
Greg, I got to go!

Look at page 3.

Is this guy jerking US
around or what?

"Since the public
has a short memory,

we decided to play
one last 'prank'

to remind them who we are.

But no, we haven't
tried to plant a bomb

on an airliner."

Recently is in parentheses.

-He says it's a prank.
-Yes, sir. One last prank.

And we're certain
it's from the unabomber?

It's been authenticated, sir.

It is definitely
from the unabomber.

And we will get you
our recommendation.

What if he's just trying
to get our guard down?

He's got a bomb
in one of those planes,

just waiting for US to clear
them for takeoff, and then boom.

We get another lockerbie
on my watch because

I took a serial bomber
at his word.

Personally, I think
this whole manifesto thing

could be a red herring.

We're dealing with a dummy here,

an airline mechanic
with a g.E.D., Max.

So, who's to say he didn't
retype somebody else's essay

to throw US off the scent,
to draw US down blind alleys,

to keep US away from the real
leads in the real world --

forensics.

Sir, now that the manifesto
has cleared forensics,

I think it's imperative that
our agents read this document.

Okay, stop.

The unabomber has threatened

to blow an airplane
out of the sky.

I've got four senators
and Janet Reno on my call sheet,

asking me whether
to believe this letter,

where he says he's going to kill
a few hundred innocent people,

or this one, where he says
the bomb threat is just a prank.

So, I'm not reading
anything else.

I'm reading this
and trying to decide

whether lax can
reopen for business.

And if I make
the wrong call,

a few hundred people are
gonna be blown out of the sky.

So give me a profile
that answers that question.

If not, that's
a stack of papers.

These are human lives.

Got it?

Okay. What do we got?

Dude, have you read this?
In the manifesto? Listen.

"In modern society, all that's
required of you is obedience."

Isn't that exactly
what Cole said?

The manifesto has to wait.
There are lives at stake.

The unabomber
and his bomb threat prank.

Which one's the truth?

How could we
possibly know that?

You know, Fitz, whatever
it is you're going through,

it didn't start
two years ago.

It didn't start
with this case.

It happened long before
the unabom. It must have.

I know.

I just don't know when
I started to feel so powerless.

Hey, we all feel that way.
Everyone does.

If everybody feels that way,
what do we do about it?

Nothing.

We like it.

We like feeling
trapped, crushed.

I guess freedom is far more
terrifying than slavery.

But there's nothing to do.

It's life. You suck it up
and you live.

That's not -- that's not life.
That's not living.

That's sleepwalking.

Watching TV, eating trash,
working to -- to become

something for someone else.

And nobody does
anything about it.

Nobody even tries.
Nobody except for Ted.

Yeah, but, Fitz,
he's the unabomber.

He's evil.

Just down here.

You gonna be okay?

I don't know.

I have to go in there
I have to face him.

Go.

Is there a bomb on a plane,
fc, or is it a prank?

Boss needs these reports clean.

No typos.

Cole wouldn't be happy, fc.

Excessive soldering.

This is the original letter.

Look, he punched
right through the paper,

not just crossing out his
mistakes -- obliterating them.

Profilers talk about
signatures versus m.O.

M.o. Is everything necessary
to complete the crime,

but signatures are the extras.

They reveal
the psychology, the character.

Damn. Like correcting
the hell out of that letter.

Yeah, that's right.

But, the rentech bomb,
the forensic report says

something about
excessive soldering.

His signature, definitely.

How do you know that?

Don't worry.
It's just a mock-up.

But it's the exact copy
of the way that bomb looked

before it blew up.

You built this?

What's wrong with you?

You sure you're
not the unabomber?

And all this
as forensic evidence?

Yes, sir.

I built this
and a few others.

Bosses thought it was
a waste of time,

but I learned a lot
by doing it.

He carves "fc" on the most
indestructible component

of each bomb --

the part that he's sure
will survive the blast.

Just to make sure
we know it's him.

Like the excess soldering,

he just floods all
the connections

like he's trying to hide them,

then there's tons
of extra epoxy

all at the joints
that no one seemed to report.

Totally unnecessary.
Just slathered it on.

Signatures. Not m.O.

He didn't want anyone
to see the cracks.

What's your name again?

Ernie esposito.

Thanks, Ernie.

This is my analysis
on the lax bomb threat.

It's clean, no typos,
lots of big words.

Janet Reno will read it,
and she'll be impressed by you.

What's the bottom line?

Well, in my opinion,
it's a prank.

There's no bomb at lax

fc cares about his reputation,
his credibility.

He's ashamed of his mistakes,
and he tries to obliterate them.

He tries to hide
all the joints in his bombs

so we don't see the work.

He's obsessed with presenting
this perfect public image.

He wants to be seen
as intelligent, as logical,

as superior.

But it's a fragile self image,
because he's really just

afraid that everyone's
gonna see his flaws.

Now, the bomb threat, that
services his need for power.

You know, he enjoys making US
squirm, but his reputation,

that's the most important
thing he has.

And he's not gonna give US
the ammunition to go

to the press so they can hold up
something that he wrote and say,

"this guy's untrustworthy,
he's a liar,

he's a blood-thirsty lunatic
who has no credibility

and will say anything
to kill people."

It's just all my opinion, but,
um, you know, I can back it up.

Including the physical evidence,
I stand by it.

The thing about Fitz -- he's no
b.S.Er, for better for worse.

Okay, we're gonna read it
and pass it up the chain.

Thanks for this.

This might cross Janet Reno's
desk, so stay close.

You listen to me,
you get a gold star.

A little obedience
is all it takes.

I think fc says that
in the manifesto, too.

You can put that in your
three-page summary.

Leadership tips
from the unabomber.

Now we dig in.

Let's go
for the big picture.

He wrote 56 pages,

laying out his philosophy
of the modern world.

He called it "industrial society
and its future."

We call it his "manifesto."

So, he sends
the bombs as messages.

He's struggling
to make himself heard.

So, what's the message?

Technology sucks?

All right,
technology sucks.

And we are
basically screwed.

The unabomber just opened
a door into his mind.

We need to
step through it, so...

Opening line,
"the industrial revolution

and its consequences have been
a disaster for the human race."

Technology was supposed to
set US free, but it doesn't.

Like the car thing.

Cars were invented,
and then,

we're all suddenly free
to go wherever we want.

But then, basically, it becomes
mandatory to have a car.

So, instead of
becoming more free,

we've become more limited,
more constrained.

I mean, every city
in society is all rearranged

around cars until
you can't even buy food

without driving somewhere.

I mean,
they're forced upon US.

Yeah, TV seemed harmless, too,
before we flipped it around.

We put cctv cameras
everywhere

and turned it into
a tool to watch US.

We can't even drive fast
if we're in a hurry

or slow if we want
to chill out.

We started in charge.

Now we're slaves
to our own technology.

"Human beings are being
permanently reduced

to engineered products,
and mere cogs

in the social machine,
deprived of dignity,

autonomy, and freedom.

The only option available
to US is obedience.

We're being turned
into caged rats,

distracted from the maze
by the meaningless cheese

we're running after --
status, promotion, money,

nicer cars, bigger houses,
more tvs,

blasted with entertainment,
adjusted with therapy

and Prozac till you don't
even want to be free anymore.

Or if you can't be adjusted,
the psych ward.

Or prison.

The only alternative,
the only hope for US,

the only way
to break free...

...is to blow
the whole thing up.

I'm ready.

Kaczynski, you ready?

Ted, as your attorney, i'm
begging you to reconsider this.

Do not go in there
alone with Fitzgerald.

It is unthinkably reckless
for the defendant

in a capital case to, "a,"
talk with the arresting agent,

and "b," do so without
counsel present.

This is a huge
risk for you.

And there's no reason
to take it.

Let me come in there
with you.

I'll stay out of the way,
just observe,

and be ready to step in.

I'll be in the next room
the whole time.

All you need to do
to end the interview

is to ask for me, okay?

We need
a guilty plea from Ted.

This is our only shot.

You're our only shot.

Right.

Give US a second.

We know Ted kaczynski's
the unabomber,

but we can't go to trial.

This case hangs on so many
different technicalities.

If we go before a jury,
if we roll that dice...

These are dangerous,
uncertain times.

Look at waco.
Look at o.J.

Even the menendez brothers
hung their juries.

The unabomber has
an I.Q. Of 168.

Think about that -- 168.

If Ted kaczynski
goes to trial, he could walk.

If he walks, he disappears.

If he disappears,
he's back in action.

Only this time,
we'll never find him.

The guilty plea is
the only way to make sure

that doesn't happen.

Listen, Fitz.

I think Ted asked for you
because he recognized

a kindred spirit.

Play into that.

Make him feel smart,
understood, sympathized with.

Build a connection,
but stay opaque.

Don't give him too much.

He knows you as well
as you know him. Better.

He's gonna be probing you
for weaknesses all the time,

looking for anything
to go against US.

Get him talking,
build a connection,

then start to steer him
towards the guilty plea.

You're trying to help him,

trying to save him
from the electric chair.

You're his only friend,
but do it gently.

Don't spook him, okay?

Get him there.

Okay.

Agent Fitzgerald?

I am so glad to make
your acquaintance at last.

When would be
a good time for you?

I already talked to Kim
about taking the days

Nancy says she can cover for me,
and mom would watch the boys.

So, just tell me when.

But I took it.

Good to hear it.
That's great.

Why don't you just
call me back

when I won't be
just talking to myself.

No. No, no.
I'm here.

I'm here.
I'm listening. I am.

It's just,
you know -- you know...

What's going on with you?

I'm just gonna
call you back.

Okay.
Okay, bye.

Um, that's for today.

Fitz. Right now.

We've looked at
the faa reports,

l.a.p.d. And airport briefings,

read the material
s.A.C. Ackerman sent.

Based on what we've seen,

a.g.'s office is good to
sign off on reopening lax.

How about you, bill?

Faa is good with that.

FBI director freeh here.

I'll confirm that from
our end and give the green light

to flight control.

Flight control,
I see the green light here,

good to reopen runways.

First plane should
be up momentarily.

Flight control,
this is s.A.C. Ackerman,

permission to
stay on the line?

Affirmative, agent.

The unabomb device
that almost blew up

American airlines 444
was triggered by an altimeter

set to blow up
at 20,000 feet.

American flight 7
is airborne.

United 732 airborne.

Twa one-niner-niner airborne.

This is American flight 7.

We are climbing to 15,000 feet.

Climbing to 20,000.

Check in uniform 7.

We're approaching 10,000.

Klm 206,
we're climbing now.

Klm 206,
cruising altitude, over.

Approaching
cruising altitude.

American flight 7,

we're at 25,000, reaching
cruising altitude now.

Approaching
cruising altitude, over.

All clear. All clear.
You hear that, agent?

Loud and clear.

Thank god.

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You made the right call.

I shouldn't
have made any call.

All those people
on the plane,

and it was based on what,
on some letters?

It was the right call.

You really think you can
get something good

out of this manifesto?

Something worthwhile?

Yeah.
Yeah, I think I can.

Okay.
I'm giving you an office.

And a team,
if you want it.

Maybe you'll even read
the manifesto now.

I will. We all will.

Actually, I already
tried to read it.

No, I did.

But, come on, end notes
and all these dead sentences.

Who writes like this?

Who writes like this?

Fitz?

Who writes like this?

When I say "wudder,"
you learn everything about me.

One tiny word, one tiny mistake,
and you can tell

I'm from Philly,
blue-collar, local school,

fan of Dave Schultz.

Just like when you say "bruh,"

it could only be from
San Francisco, right?

What if there's a wudder or bruh
in here, in the manifesto?

I mean, how do we even
start to look for that?

I don't know.
Read it again.

Boy.

Get some coffee
on then, bruh.

Agent Fitzgerald.

Long way from Montana.

Yeah, well,
most people carry their cage

with them
wherever they go.

At least if I remain
disgusted by this place,

I know I'm still alive.

Still free in here.

So why me?

Why you?

You wrote the document
that put me in here.

Your linguistic analysis
of the manifesto

got them the search warrant,

the search warrant got them
the evidence --

the document that put you
in here you wrote.

I am becoming very
well-acquainted with your work.

It is the product
of great imagination.

What I really appreciate
about you is that most people

take language for granted,
but not you.

You saw it differently,
and that is the first step

toward becoming free --
a shift in perspective.

Manifesto, for instance --
I never liked that moniker.

It makes it sound like
an unconsidered rant,

and you and I both
appreciate

the power and specificity
of words.

Manifesto versus article,
insanity versus enlightenment,

mental breakdown
versus unextended leave

from active duty.

You have had a change
of life circumstance,

since your work on
the unabomb case, am I wrong?

Yeah, I have.

Because of what
I allegedly wrote?

Yeah.

What was it?

Just between US.

When did it all click?

No?

Well, for me,
it all began in Chicago.

One day, this mockingbird began
singing in the backyard there,

you know, that puffed-up
confidence just belting out

his song, and I began
to realize

that the mockingbird
is singing the car alarm.

Ba-beep, ba-beep.
You know the one?

Rrr, rrr. And I --
I just sat there,

listening to that poor,
dumb bird for maybe

an hour straight, thinking,
"what have we done?"

How wrong that was,
and it stuck with me.

I kept coming back to it,
just trying to figure out

where in the world
we had gone so wrong

that it had ended up here.

For me, it was
the part about driving.

Every time I got in the car,
I thought about it.

The more I drove,
the more it made sense.

Like, there was this one night
I was driving home from work,

and there was nobody on
the street, I mean, nobody.

And I'm sitting there at
a red light,

just waiting, waiting.

And there's
no cars anywhere.

But, still, I sat there.
I obeyed.

That's when I realized
it's not about technology,

it's not about machines.

It's about what
they're doing to US.

It's about what
they're doing to US.

What they do to our hearts,

'cause our hearts
are no longer free.

And you wanted to be free.
Right.

You wanted your human dignity,
your autonomy.

Yeah.
Everybody wants that.

People want it so badly,
they're dying by the thousands

every day, just trying to
salvage some of their humanity.

Okay --
think about this,

more people have died
from suicide in just the time

we've been talking
than I allegedly killed

in my entire career.

More people died
from anti-depressants,

plastic surgery, fast food.

Why -- w-why is everybody
so terrified of me?

And ask yourself
this question --

why are these men
in suits so desperate

to prove that I'm crazy?

I will tell you.

It's because they know
that I'm right.

I'm awake.

They're asleep.
Yeah.

And they're terrified
they might have to wake up, too,

and turn off their
cellphones and their tvs

and their video games,
and face themselves

the way that
you and I have.

You and I?

You and I.

Ted, I came here 'cause
I believe in what you wrote.

Good.

I think you asked me here
'cause you need an ally

to help save your life,
so you can spread your message

and change things.

Really change things.
Right?

Right.

Now, I've gone through
all your options.

I think a guilty plea --
no.

No.

And he was doing so well.

I can talk about my options
with any one of these

barbary apes watching
through the cameras.

But I chose you because
I thought you were different.

Next time, you might
bring me some writing paper

and some stamps.

They're so stingy in here,

and I have so much
correspondence.

It's really
quite overwhelming.

Thank you.

We're looking for
a "wudder," right?

Something that tells US who he
is, where he comes from?

We're looking for mistakes, I
found the first real mistake!

This is cutting edge,
using language to solve crimes!

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

Fingerprints are
forensics, DNA is forensics.

Spelling willfully with one "l"
is not forensics.

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

we're making this up
as we go.

No more feelings,
no more theories,

hit him hard
with the facts.

Don: Make him understand that we
own the courtroom.

James, do you really not have
any idea why I brought you here?