All language subtitles for Manhunt.Unabomber.S01E06.BDRip.X264-REWARD-HI

[ birds chirping ]

[ grunts ]

[ stove door clatters ]

[ wood thuds ]

[ bird cawing ]

[ bear grunts ]

- Hey, Fred.
- Hey, how are you?

Hey!

Hey, Ted.

Ted: Hey, Theresa.

Oh. Oh, my gosh. Ted.
I am so glad you're here.

You know, would you mind
helping me a tiny bit today?

It's going to be so crazy.

- Hey, Alan!
- Hey. Good morning.

Oh, great.
You brought the extras.

Could you just pick these up?

Ted: What's the big event?

Theresa: I read the whole thing.
I couldn't wait.

I read it this morning
on the FBI's Internet web page.

He's obviously very well-educated,
very intelligent man.

A lot of what he says
makes sense to me.

Ted: Sympathizing
with a serial bomber, now?

Be careful.

The FBI might come by
asking questions.

[ Theresa chuckles ]

We had to order
a ton of extra copies.

There's actually a wait list for it.

- For what?
- For the manifesto.

You have to sign up.

Well, they explained it in The Times.

I guess he was choosing
representational targets,

so, like, all the stuff he talks about,

the environment, computers,
cloning, all that.

He was sending bombs to people
who represented

what he was fighting against.

Robert Wright, "There's a little bit
of the Unabomber in most of us.

"We may not share his approach
to airing a grievance,

but the grievance itself
feels familiar."

And then, here, look.
Robert Sale in The Times.

"The manifesto's first sentence
is absolutely crucial

"for the American public to understand

and ought to be on the forefront
of the nation's political agenda."

I forgot what the first
sentence was, but...

"The Industrial Revolution
and its consequences

have been a disaster
for the human race."

See?

See? You act like I'm crazy,

but it's kind of true, right?

Man: Thank you.

Theresa: If you're here
for The Washington Post,

you have to be on the list.
Did you sign up?

Woman: No, not yet.

Ted: Dear David,

I'll begin by saying

this letter is not to be
construed as an apology,

and my feelings about Linda
have not changed.

However,

I find myself at a strange
crossroads in my life,

and I'm in need
of some fraternal advice.

A certain activity which has
been very time-consuming

for nearly the entirety
of my adult life

now seems to have become
no longer necessary.

Forgive me if I say no more than that.

Hey, Ted.

David, you know
I've always had trouble

connecting with people.

I just can't tell
what they're feeling,

what they're really
thinking about.

Theresa: Come here.
How was school?

Oh, did you talk to Miss Noble
about Saturday?

Boy: Yeah, I did.
She said it was fine.

My whole life, I've felt like
I'm watching the world

from the other side of a window,

and I just don't know how
to pass through to the other side,

where everything is effortless.

David, I need to know.

How do you know
if it's too late to change?

How can you tell
if it's still possible

to begin again?

I was doomed
to be a freak from the start.

[ kids chatter ]

I still blame Mom and Dad for that,

skipping me two grades ahead.

I wasn't ready.

[ indistinct conversations ]

That one over there.

But the worst part was

I was still smarter
than everyone else.

I never told you about Doug...

but I think that's
where this all began.

I know that's where
this all began,

because that was my first one,

my very first experiment.

Even 40 years later,

I guess you can say that Doug
was the only real friend I ever had.

Both:
Eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

Lift off!

[ hooting ]

[ leaves rustle ]

Aah!

Get him!

Get him out of here!

Get out of here!

Doug: Leave! Leave!

Girl: Throw it in his eye!

Doug: Get out of here!

[ shrieks ]

[ all scream ]

[ crying ]

[ school bell rings ]

[ no audible dialogue ]

[ slam ]

[ crying ]

Aah!

[ screaming ]

- Hey, Timmy.
- Hey, Ted.

What'd you learn in math today?

Dang. Miss Chipman sucks,

and these quadratics
are just giving me a headache,

and she can't even explain
why we'd ever use one.

She can't?

Yeah.

But they're everywhere.

Wh-When you throw a ball,

when you shoot a gun,
that's quadratics.

Ted: David, I keep asking

how'd I go from this innocent
little kid to this?

...have the right equation.

I think it was Harvard that did it.

You don't know about that, either,

about Murray,

about everything.

[ mouths words ]

Mom and Dad, they loved that,

"My son attending Harvard."

Can you imagine
how lonely that was,

to be in college at 16?

[ indistinct conversations ]

- ♪ Look ♪
- ♪ Where? ♪

- ♪ Over there ♪
- ♪ Jack, that's the trap of love ♪

- ♪ Boy ♪
- ♪ Where? ♪

♪ Grand slam,
man, she's a dirty dog ♪

♪ She's neat and petite
and really hard to beat ♪

♪ Caught in the trap of love ♪

- ♪ Yes ♪
- ♪ Where? ♪

- ♪ Baby ♪
- ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Down came the sound above ♪

- ♪ See ♪
- ♪ How ♪

- ♪ Ping ♪
- ♪ Ow ♪

♪ Hit by the arrow of love ♪

♪ It's nothing new to me,
old as history ♪

♪ Caught in the trap of love ♪

♪ She's got eyes so appealing ♪

♪ Lips that's, oh, so sweet ♪

♪ When she turn her charm on ♪

♪ Boy, she can't be beat... ♪

Murray: All these questions,
all of the answers

- to the students.
- Thank you.

Professor Henry Murray,
he was everything I wanted to be,

a beaming Greek god
of Harvardness.

Man: Get these out as quickly
and as efficiently as possible.

I have full confidence in you.

[ indistinct conversations ]

As soon as we entered the room,

we were all desperate
to make the cut,

for him to select us,

bring us into the inner circle
of the fold.

His was a hand of God,

separating sheep from goats.

Gentlemen, if I call your number,
please stand and remain standing.

Number 1...

5,

21, 24,

47, and 89.

If you are standing,

thank you for your participation today.

You may leave now.

Please keep your papers facedown

until I say begin.

Begin.

Number 4...

7,

8,

15,

23,

37,

42,

61,

80,

91, 96.

Congratulations.

If you're still here,
you've made the cut.

Individual sessions
will start next week.

[ knock on door ]
Nobody in my life ever asked me

how I was doing or if I was okay

or even if I knew what time it was.

Theodore,
thank you for coming by.

And here was this
Harvard professor asking me

what I thought about the world,
listening.

It's a wonderful office you have.

Taking notes, even, when I spoke.
Imagine that.

It was as if Christ himself came down
and asked me about my life.

Well, we work so hard to justify
emotional responses with morality

that the... the moral code
becomes so attenuated

as to be meaningless.

And do you think that
that's an inevitability?

I think it has to be specific
to each individual...

It was almost a year of that.

Those weekly trips to the annex
were like heaven to me.

I mean, science thinks
it has this perfect,

empirical evidence
of everything in the universe,

but it actually can't tell us
anything about people.

Two poodles
looking at each other.

Murray: Don't you think
there's a sense

in which freedom
is only what we call it?

Call it prison and not,
say, a monastery.

What makes a monastery
different from a prison

is that the monks can leave
if they wanted to.

They have self-determination.

...science, we read this article
about stress effects in mice.

You put two mice in a cage,

and then they're fine...
happy, live long lives.

You put 20 mice in the same cage,

it messes them up psychologically.

Ted: I basically feel
that technological society

is incompatible
with individual freedom,

and, therefore,
we have to destroy it

and replace it with
a more primitive society

so that people
can be free again.

Nothing was off-limits between us.

We talked about everything,
every crevice of my life,

my dreams, my fears.

- I'm self-taught, you know.
- [ chuckles ]

My father couldn't
comprehend chess.

And he appreciated me
for who I really was.

Personally, I never
understood the appeal

- of a woman's backside.
- No?

Ted: Except perhaps a Negro woman.

[ campus bell tolling ]

Murray: Thank you
for joining us today, Judge.

Man: Oh, absolutely.

Morning, Mr. Kaczynski.
We'll be right along.

Well, maybe I'll have one, too,
if we have a minute.

Balkan Sobranies, huh?

Good man.

These are some friends of mine, Ted,

with the federal government.

Theodore is one
of my star subjects.

He's been sharing some
very interesting ideas with us.

Let's go this way.

We're trying something
a little different today.

Those government men are here

because this study
is not just about

expanding the boundaries
of psychological sciences.

You're part of something
much bigger than yourself, Ted.

This is important for the future
of the free world.

[ominous soundtrack music]

I can't really move.

Well, you can walk out
anytime you want.

You know that, right,
Theodore?

Yeah. No, I'm...
I'm okay, Professor.

Good man.

Over the past year, you've provided us
with hundreds of pages of material

laying out your philosophy of life,

your dreams for your own future,
and the future of the world.

It's been wonderful
getting to know you,

getting to see inside the deepest
recesses of your mind.

I hope that you feel that you've
been fully honest with me,

that your work truly represents
who you are

and what you believe.

Ted: Of course.

I've really enjoyed our conversations
and the assignments, too.

I wouldn't hold anything
back from you.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Let's begin.

I've taken the liberty
of sharing those pages

with a panel of fellow scientists,

some of Harvard's
most distinguished thinkers.

Ted: I'm flattered.

- Good morning.
- Unfortunately,

their conclusions were unanimous.

They found the majority
of your ideas to be derivative,

clichéd, and juvenile.

The remainder they found
self-evidently absurd.

Well, Professor, I'd be happy
to explain myself further...

Let's take a look at the film
from our last session.

I'll help clarify their findings.

I basically feel
that technological society

is incompatible
with individual freedom,

and, therefore,
we have to destroy it

and replace it
with a more primitive society

so that people can be free.

Our reviewers found this
to be a tepid,

sophomoric regurgitation
of Jacques Ellul.

You talk so much about autonomy,

but you've stolen all of your ideas

from a third-rate thinker's
mass-market paperback.

Well, I didn't claim
that my ideas were...

Man: Oh, wait.
Here's the best part!

Technology and the social structures
that it's created

have made the individual passive,
powerless, trapped by rules.

Delusional self-justification.

"If only I were born among cavemen,
then I would have been a star."

It couldn't be your own inadequacy
that's to blame.

Well, that's totally
ad hominem. I...

It couldn't be just
a mediocre mathematician

grasping to some justification
of his own failures.

No, it must be that the whole system
is completely wrong,

because, of course, you're more
perceptive than anybody else.

- Right, Ted?
- [ laughter ]

We have to shed
all of the unnatural stuff

and get back to nature.

If society broke down,
you wouldn't stand a chance...

a creepy, beta-male shrimp like you!

Man:
He'd be sodomized to death

and turned into dog food
in 10 minutes.

- He'd probably enjoy it.
- Now, now.

Now, now.
I told you not to bring up

Theodore's sadomasochistic
tendencies.

That's not fair.

People will look at me,
and they'll respect me.

They'll hear my ideas
and see that I'm right,

and they'll make me
the ruler of the world.

Murray: When I wrote your mother
to get permission for this study,

she didn't just sign
the permission slip.

She sent a whole letter
back in return.

"I'm afraid Theodore
is in desperate need

"of psychological intervention.

Many people regularly
call him a creep."

Mom... Mom wouldn't say that.

She wouldn't call me that.

"He's a bed-wetter,

"and he masturbates so excessively

"that I worry about his mental
and physical ramifications.

"He harbors delusions of grandeur

"completely out of proportion to his
mental and physical capabilities.

"Anything you could do
to fix my boy

"would have my permission.

Wanda Kaczynski."

[ crying ]

[ alarm blares ]

Man:
His mother really wrote that?

Murray: Of course not.
We use the same letter for all of them.

I imagine we could get
even better results

with more customized verbiage,

but I'd prefer to have
this phase be standardized.

Modern man has essentially
handed over the reins

of how our society develops.

Ted:
I only found this out years later,

but it's well documented.

Murray was part of MKUltra,

the CIA's vast
mind-control project,

working to perfect
brainwashing techniques

to use against Soviet spies

to break them permanently
and change their core beliefs.

And we were the guinea pigs.

He selected the most vulnerable
to see if we could be broken.

And the other kids,
they were at least 18 or 19.

I was 16 years old.

[ crying ]

Let's get those electrodes off.

Theodore, you did a wonderful job.

You truly exceeded my expectations.

You did so very well.

I couldn't have asked for more
as a subject or as a friend.

I can't wait to see
how well you do next time.

Next time?

This phase will continue
for about 18 months.

I'm anticipating more
great things from you, Ted.

Oh. Um...

I never believed any of that stuff
anyway, you know?

Is that right?
I thought you believed strongly...

I never really believed any of it.

Those ideas were just...

Well, they were stupid,

juvenile.

Well,

either way.

I will see you next week.

Ted.

Your cigarettes.

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

- Ted.
- Huh.

Ted. Hey, Ted.

Uh, I'm finished,

and I saw where you
tried to trick me.

Nice try.

Oh, uh, Timmy, see?

You got a good head
for mathematics.

That's special.
Not everybody has that.

Very good.

Actually, could I ask you
a question...

- Sure.
- ...privately?

I can't really ask my mom.

Theresa.

Can we go for a walk?

Oh, yeah, sure.
Go ahead.

Timmy: They're on me
every single day.

They call me pigeon-boy,
and they bend my fingers back.

And my mom, she just says,
"Be yourself,"

but that's mom stuff.

I need man-to-man advice.

Ted: These kinds of people,
they prey on fear and weakness,

and they respect only strength.

You should be doing push-ups,
sit-ups, every day.

Soon, they'll sense your strength,
and they'll leave you alone.

You won't even need to fight them.

That's good dad advice.
I'll start tonight,

and if they try to mess
with me, bam.

- I'll make 'em pay.
- Well, you won't need to.

That's the beauty of it.

I want to.
I want to get even.

You don't need to get even, Timmy.

You don't.

What the world thinks about you,
what those bullies say about you,

none of it matters.

You are different from those kids.
That's a good thing.

You do see the world differently.

That's a good thing,
and that's not "mom stuff."

It takes incredible
strength and courage

to be different
from everybody else,

but it's a good thing.

I promise you.

Hey.

I promise you.

All right.

Oh, hold on a second.

Here. We're having a party
for my birthday.

- Do you think you can come?
- Oh, well...

You don't need to bring
a present or anything.

- We'll have a cake.
- That's really...

[ crows cawing ]

I'm... I'm not...
I'm not sure I can make it.

It... It's just a small party.

- Yeah.
- I don't have very many friends.

Um, you don't have to come,
though.

No, I want to come. I just...

I'm... busy.

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

I'll try, okay?

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Now, you...
You get on back, now.

All right.

Murray spent a year seducing me

and then spent two years
breaking me.

Two years.

Why'd I keep going back?

To prove to them

that they can strap me
into an electric chair,

but I will never give in.

They will never break me.

And they didn't.

I didn't break.

They did not break me.

[ crow cawing ]

[ cranking ]

[pleasant orchestral music playing ]

I can stop now.

I can stop.

But every time my mind drifts,

it goes back to that room
at Harvard.

Whenever I close my eyes,
I'm there,

strapped to that chair,

helpless, angry, impotent,

stripped of all respect,

and I feel so much anger.

[ music stops ]

I've been living on anger
my whole life.

Anyone I ever loved,

anyone I ever admired

betrayed me.

- Mom...
- You sold me out!

You made me look bad
to Professor Murray!

Why would you write that letter?

What letter?
I signed a permission slip,

because you asked me to.

Doug...

Murray...

and you, too, David.

Even you.

Ted:
I'm gonna get you!

Now I'm gonna get you!

[ speaking indistinctly ]

Roll back.

Couple times.

David: Hey. How about a smile?

[ shutter clicks, whirs ]

You gotta take these down.
People are coming...

Ted.

Ted, stop it.
Come on.

Stop.

Ted.

Hello? Hey!

Hey! Okay, fine!
Then go home! You're fired.

[ crying quietly ]

[ sniffling ]

Betrayal after betrayal
after betrayal...

[ screaming ]

till I couldn't trust anyone.

I want them to listen to me.

I want them to pay
for what they did to me.

[ gasping ]

[ screaming ]

Well, let them hate me,

the sheep.

They will not ignore me.

It all used to make sense to me once.

It all used to feel justified,

but now, when I think
back on it all,

how many years have
I spent here at this table?

Every time, I think,
"This is the one

that's finally gonna make me
feel good, feel happy."

But it never does.

Sometimes, I think I'm just
trying to punish those people,

because they have
what I really want...

a home, a family...

the ability to be normal.

I am 53 years old,

and I'm a virgin.

And I realize only now

that the time I've spent
on all this destruction

is the time I would have spent
on a family,

having a son,

someone who would
look up to me,

who I could just... love.

[ no audible dialogue ]

I gave up everything for respect.

But what I really want is...

♪♪

My past doesn't have
to dictate my future, does it?

I can still grow.

I can still change.

♪♪

Can't I?

♪♪

Crowd:
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- [ laughter ]
- Man: Whoo!

[ applause ]

[ indistinct conversations ]

Man, who got you
a gift like that?

That is awesome.

- Oh, nice!
- Oh, my gosh.

[ electronic keyboard
playing a tune ]

[ lock clicks ]

My life wasn't supposed
to go like this.

By God, damn it...

it wasn't supposed
to go like this.