Manhunt: Unabomber

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

I've gone through all your options.

- I think a guilty plea... - No.

I chose you because I thought

you were different.

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!

_

I hope...

Hey, kitty, 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.

- Ohh, 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.

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!

- Charlie! - Oh.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

You've built your connection.

He knows you can talk about his ideas,

- _ - that you're his equal,

that he made the right call

on 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.

He loves the control.

Here we go.

You can do this, Fitz.

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?

I mean 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 22nd, 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 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.

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 to 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.

- 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 F.B.I. 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 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 F.B.I.

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.

And 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,