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Bob Barker on TV:
If you think that you

and the group you came here
with from San Diego,

if you think you folks are happy now,

wait until they open those doors.

A new car!

[ car approaching ]

[ birds chirping ]

[ door closes ]
Barker: I hope...

Hey, cutie, you should rotate,
or you're gonna get bedsores.

Hey, I walked to the fridge
and back twice today.

Oh, twice.
Big exercise.

- Mwah!
- So what's on the menu?

Soup, I guess.

I just got back from the clinic
about three minutes ago.

- Ooh, that's a long day.
- Right?

Is that from Talbot's?

No. Uh, it's for Dad.
It feels like a video.

Well, people have been sending things
since The Times article.

Do I need to be worried about
all this fan mail that you're getting?

Well, that depends
how the soup turns out.

- That's my guy.
- [ laughs ]

Ew. Are you seriously joking
about having an affair?

Hey, are you gonna watch this
with me later?

It's the Tournament of Champions.

Dad? Dad?

Charlie: [ groans ]

- [ screams ]
- Charlie!

- [ crying ] Charlie!
- [ groans ] Oh.

- Oh, no. No, no, no.
- [ groaning ]

McAlpine:
You've built your connection.

He knows you can talk
about his ideas,

that you're his equal,
that he made the right call

in asking to speak to you
and only you.

Now turn it.

No more feelings,
no more theories.

Hit him hard with the facts.

He's about to be buried
under a mountain of hard evidence.

Going to trial is suicide.

Control, he's desperate for control.

He thinks going to trial
will give him that control.

Make him understand
that we own the courtroom.

The only thing that gives him wiggle room
is to plead guilty.

He wants the control.

[ door release buzzes ]

He loves the control.

[ exhales sharply ]

[ buzzer ]

Here we go.

You can do this, Fitz.

[ door release buzzes ]

[ lock engages, buzzer ]

You didn't happen to bring
those stamps, did you?

Do you ever think about
what you leave behind

as you move through this world?

Do you mean as in

"leave your campsite cleaner
than when you found it"?

My dad, he made me join
the Boy Scouts,

thought it might help me make friends.

It didn't.
But it did teach me

to leave my campsite cleaner
than when I found it.

But what does that matter

if the next day,
a logging company comes in

and chops the whole forest down?

Fitz: I meant it literally...

like all that you leave behind,

like at the Charles Epstein
bombing site.

You know, you hadn't sent
a package in six years,

and then, on June 22, 1993,

man in Tiburon opens
a brown padded envelope, and...

his whole torso is ripped apart.

I think I read about that one
in the newspaper.

- A geneticist, right?
- Yeah.

He had a daughter.

When a man interacts
with the world,

he leaves traces everywhere.

Now, every action,
every step that you took,

you've been shedding clues...

not one, not two,
but hundreds, thousands.

And they have a warehouse
filled with evidence.

This is a trigger switch.

It's precise. It's unique.
It's made by hand.

Forensics found one virtually intact
at the scene.

They found an identical switch
at your cabin.

This is, uh, wire clippings,
springs,

copper pipe,
aluminum scraps...

all matched.

Stamps.

These are stamps
from the Epstein package,

and these are stamps
from your cabin.

You traveled three days
from Lincoln, Montana,

to mail the package
in San Francisco.

You paid cash,
you used disguises,

which was smart,
except, in your cabin,

we found six pairs
of sunglasses,

some fake mustaches,

and then your journal entries
logging your disguises.

This is the chemical components
of the explosive mixture

and, um, the epoxy
that was used in the box,

your typewriter that was used
for the address label,

carbon paper, and a receipt
for the carbon paper.

It just goes on and on,

and, Ted, they have
thousands of pieces of evidence

that can link you to the 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.

McAlpine: 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
in 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.

[ laughs ]

- 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 FBI 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... 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 FBI 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.

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.

- Shit. Shit!
- Oh, God. Oh.

Perhaps I should leave you
with my annotations.

They're quite extensive.

We gotta 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.
[ door release buzzes, door opens ]

Interview's over. Stop.
Get him outta here.

Everything you touched is tainted.

You need look no further.

Give me those.
Those notes are privileged.

You are the poisonous tree.

Stan: Get him out.
Don't say anything else.

Good chat.

[ door closes, alarm buzzes ]

[ telephone ringing ]
[ typewriter clacking ]

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.

[ chuckles ]
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?

Fitz: 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.

Jim: [ sighs ]

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.

Ernie: Want to test a Negro?

- Huh, broad?
- [ laughs ]

Fitz: Okay.
Let's go with this.

Let's go with it, all right?
What's it telling us?

What's...
Who talks like this?

Tabby: 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?

- 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, um, "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. The 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.

[ indistinct conversations ]

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

- I'm not going.
- It's a good one.

Fitz: 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 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, uh, work coming
out of your department

hasn't been publishable in 20 years.

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

[ overlapping conversations ]

- Excuse me.
- [ voices overlapping ]

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.

- [ laughter ]
- And you think your work is relevant?

[ all talking over one another ]

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

Man #1: Time flies
when you're having fun.

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
used 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?

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

[ gasps ]

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, um...

Idiolect. It's what we call
the speech patterns

of one specific person.

Idiolect. Idiolect, right.
Um, it's 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.

Jim: 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?

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.

[ sighs ] 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.

Tabby: This is crazy, man.

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

It's not mistakes.
It's idiolect.

[ pager beeps ]

Tabby: Who is that?

It's just Ackerman.

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

He'll be fine.

[ telephone rings ]

- 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." "Wilfuly."
"Licence."

Instalment with one L.
He uses that in U-11.

This is it.
Can I keep this?

Yes.

Thank you.

- Fitz?
- Yeah?

Tabby: We're late.
It started.

So from that initial subject pool
of 15 million,

we put additional parameters
on the MPP,

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 BayArea.

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, uh, 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 SDS and the Panthers

before joining a radical
Weather Underground splinter group,

involved in a series of
anti-establishment attacks

in the late '70s,

including... drumroll, 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...

Stan: 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?

47, born 1948. Why?

He's too young.

- He's possibly too young.
- It's not possibly.

He learned his spelling
between '49 and... 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."

- And 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.

[ indistinct conversations ]

Stan: 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, 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 MPP 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.

[ phone line rings ]

Ellie: Hello?

Thanks for staying up.

Rough day, huh?

[ sighs ] 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.

[ chuckles ]

Oh, 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.

Natalie: 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...

Natalie: 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?

Natalie: [ laughs ]

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.

[ laughs ]

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.
Go 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 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 the 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,
coworkers.

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 have a phone.
Call Nathan R.

You wrote, "Call Nathan R."

[ thinking ]
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.

Natalie:
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.

You make the call.

Make the call.

[ door closes, buzzer ]

[ buzzer ]

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 gotta 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 FBI
for two 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.

Fitz: 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 gotta 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?

- Mm-mm. 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.

[ buzzer ]

[ buzzer ]

[ buzzer ]

[ buzzer ]

[ typewriter keys clacking ]

Ackerman: 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.

Stan: Fingerprints are forensics.

DNA is forensics.

Spelling "wilfully" 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.

[ sighs ]

Toss that thing.

Okay. Where were we?

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

[ typewriter keys clacking ]

Fitz, thinking:
Look at this obedient sheep.

Gotta make them hear you.
Gotta make them listen.

[ door closes ]
[ sighs ]

You're gonna make them listen.
You're gonna make them hear you.

How?

How?

[ indistinct conversations ]

- Who's my liaison?
- Over here.

Tabby: Tell the lab to drop
everything else.

This is all hands on deck.

Man: Copy that. We're on it.

Get the originals down to forensics.

Follow me.

♪♪

They're from him.
They're all from him.

[ beeping ]

Jesus, I'm gonna go get him.

[ knock on door ]

Why didn't you answer my pages?
You gotta 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.

Well, what the hell do we do now?