Manhunt: Unabomber

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

Hey!

Hey, 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! - Good morning.

Oh, great. You brought the extras.

Could you just pick these up?

What's the big event?

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.

Sympathizing with a serial bomber, now?

Be careful.

The FBI might come by asking questions.

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?

If you're here for the Washington post,

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

No, not yet.

"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."

Come here. How was school?

Oh, did you talk to miss noble about Saturday?

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?"

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I was doomed to be a freak from the start.

I still blame mom and dad for that,

skipping me two grades ahead.

I wasn't ready.

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.

Eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

Lift off!

Aah!

Get him!

Get him out of here!

Get out of here!

Leave! Leave!

Throw it in his eye!

Get out of here!

Aah!

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?

No.

But they're everywhere.

Wh-when you throw a ball,

when you shoot a gun, that's quadratics.

David, I keep asking

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

...have that equation.

I think it was Harvard that did it.

You don't know about that, either,

about Murray,

about everything.

Mom and dad, they loved that,

"my son attending Harvard."

Can you imagine how lonely that was,

to be in college at 16?

* 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 * * ow *

* 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 *

* whisper sounds so sweet *

* when she turn her charm on *

* boy, she can't be beat *

all these questions, all of the evidences,

- to the students - thank you.

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

a beaming Greek god of harvardness.

Get these out as quickly and as efficiently as possible.

I have full confidence in you.

As soon as we entered the room,

we were all desperate to make the cut,

for him to select us,

to bring us into the inner circle of the fold.

His was a hand of god,

separating sheep from goats.

Gentleman, 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 face-down

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.

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.

Don't you think there's a sense