Ted K (2021) - full transcript

Modern technology
is the worst thing that ever

happened to the world,

and to promote its progress
is nothing short of criminal.

Thank you, Grandfather Rabbit.

Thanks for listening
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KUHFN 91.7 Helena,
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another hour of the baroque.

Technique five...
take the one.

Sixty-four.

Two, 51, two, 19...

Eighteen, 63, two, 19...



Eighteen, 63, three, one, 51...

Two, 19, 18...

Yesterday was quite good.

The only disruptive
sounds were nine evil jets.

Today was
good in early morning,

but later in morning there was
aircraft noise almost without

intermission for I would
estimate about an hour.

In Lamborn, Illinois,
there's far more jet noise,

and at times
it is very annoying.

But it does not disturb
me nearly as much as does

the lesser jet noise here,
because here the noise destroys

something wonderful,
while in the city

there is nothing for noises
to destroy because one

is living
in a shit pile anyway.



Excuse me.

Please deposit five cents
for the next three minutes.

If five cents is not
deposited within 25 seconds...

Yeah, I did. I...

...your call will
automatically terminated.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Need a ride, Ted?

I can't get this,
uh... I can't get this around.

- It's not...
- Ted, it doesn't work.

- Huh?
- It's broke, it's broke.

Just hold on real tight.

Whoa!

I couldn't help myself.

Sorry to... Sorry, Ted,
I won't do it again, I promise.

Aw, shoot.

The supertanker
bound for Long Beach,

California, ran aground
about 22 miles south of Valdez

early Friday morning
after loading a cargo of one

and a quarter million barrels
from the Alaska pipeline.

Oil poured into the sound
at the rate of 20,000

gallons an hour for 12 hours.

Exxon acknowledges
that the Valdez detoured

into treacherous water.

The Coast Guard says
the captain was trying

to avoid large chunks
of ice known as growlers.

Seventy-five cents.

Hi. Hi, Ma, it's me.

It's so hot.

No, it's okay, it's always...
it always does this,

but I only had $1.50
and I'm going to run

out of time before
we finish the conversation.

Nothing. I just...
I just want to talk to him.

I just turned my back on him.

Wouldn't talk to him.
Yeah, well, that's his issue.

He shouldn't...
He shouldn't have got married.

He shouldn't
have married her, Ma.

She's a bad influence on him.

If that's
not obvious to you now,

it will be in the future.

Well, I still love him,
Ma, but I don't...

I have nothing
in common with David.

He was jealous of the fact
that I could do most

things better than he could.

It's a simple fact, Ma.

Well, yeah, he was better
socially than I was, but...

Well, if you hadn't put me
two years ahead in high school,

perhaps I would have
the ability to... to hold

a conversation with a woman
longer than 30 seconds.

Two relationships in my life.

Two. I only
got to first base, Ma.

You know what first base is?

Yeah, kissing, tongue rubbing.

Yeah.
I have tongue rubbed twice.

Twice. That's all. Nothing.
No... no touching of breasts.

No sexual intercourse.

Well,
who do you want me to tell?

Who should I tell this to, Ma?

Fuck, there's people...

There's people listening.

I just need to know if you're
going to send me money, Ma.

Please, I'm desperate.

All right,
please send me a check.

Oh, for the love of God,
is that a yes or no?

Thank you.

And do not send...
no, do not send food

with the check,
just a check, Ma.

I have to go.

The beeping... The phone...
It's the phone company, Ma.

It's the phone company.
I can't. I have to go.

To the editor,

I would like to warn
people of the danger

of picking berries
in power line road cuts.

The Montana Electric Company
sprays cancer causing

herbicides without any
warnings to the public.

Fuckin'... fuckin'...!

Then there was a very
loud sonic boom.

This was the last straw.

And it reduced me to
tears of impotent rage.

But I have a plan for revenge.

Shoo! Shoo!

Fuck off.

People say violence
and the taking of human

life is not a way to
resolve human problems.

It can't work.

As a matter of fact,
history shows

that it very often does work.

I want to kill some people.

Preferably a scientist,
a communist, businessman

or some other big shot.

Use shotgun powder
in the last hoping it would

do more
damage than rifle powder.

Spent 350 bucks
on the last bombing mission

and barely blew
a finger off.

Absolutely frustrating.

I can't seem
to make a lethal bomb.

Seeming increasingly
infeasible without more money.

Okay?

There you go.

Hey, Ted.

You keep drawing like that,
you're gonna cut your nuts off.

Yeah, I don't take
direction from women

on mechanical matters.

Please have your husband
advise me on how to work.

Fuckin' asshole.

Yeah, did you... you see that?

She tried to fire me,
I'm doing what I'm... I'm doing

my job,
I'm doing what you told me.

Fucking...

You know she runs
the show around here?

- What?
- She... she runs the show.

Get the fuck out!

There is a psycho-surgical

operation that relieves people
who get angry too easily.

They stick electrodes
into your brain and burn out

the gizmo that produces
the emotion of anger.

Of course,
I would rather be miserable

or dead than be relieved
by that humiliating method.

Excuse me.
How much... how much is this?

25 cents.

Okay,
I'll think about it.

Doing some
entertaining there, Ted?

No.

Just need cutlery.

Don't have a wife
to chew my food and regurgitate

it into my mouth.

Fair enough.

Since committing the crimes

reported elsewhere in my notes,
I feel better.

I'm still plenty angry,
you understand,

but the difference is that
I am now able to strike back

to a degree.

True, I can't strike back
to anything like the extent

I wish to, but I no longer
feel totally helpless,

and the anger doesn't
gnaw my guts as it used to.

Guilty feelings? Yes, a little.

Occasionally, I have bad dreams
in which police are after me,

or which I am threatened
with punishment

from a supernatural source
such as the devil.

But these don't occur
often enough to be a problem.

I am definitely glad
to have done what I have.

Here comes a tough one.

So, four numbers.

Keeping the seven
in the same place.

Mm-hmm.

Create the greatest
and the smallest number

in a combination
of those four digits.

I'm going to give you a hint.

The zero, seven, five,
four is a three-digit number.

- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, what's the greatest
and smallest number

for those four digits?

Mm-hmm.

Nice. Remarkable.

That's fantastic.

The smallest.
He's really coming along.

He is really smart.

I think you've
probably done enough.

Yeah. All this math
does give me a headache.

That's what we want.

In Montana,
if I went to the city to mail

a bomb to some big shot,
the driver would doubtless

remember
I rode the bus that day.

In the anonymity of the big
city, I figured it would be

much safer to buy materials
for a bomb and mail it.

I wanna fuck you.

I want to fuck you too, yeah.

Nice ass. Nice tits. Face, meh.

I could end this bitch.

What are you reading about?

The psychology of women.

I'm reading, I have work to do.

- I'm...
- Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

- What do you do?
- I'm a psychiatrist.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

Please do not
tell me your troubles.

Right.

What do you...
what do you do for a living?

I just got out of prison.
I gotta go get a job.

Sure.

Maybe I'll go
be a psychiatrist now.

Um, excuse me,
I have to...

Hey.

I have to get
the fuck out of here.

Have a good trip.

Evening. I need a...

room for one.

- Name?
- It's Conrad. Joseph Conrad.

- Um, how much?
- $19.95.

A nickel?

Change?

Call me if you need anything.

Mm-hmm.

... the face of winter
again here very, very shortly.

As if we aren't...

...reconditioning
the America.

It's an even trade-off
with the other new carriers

proposed...

...but sources tell us
the internal investigation

and report to council
raised many questions,

and it should be noted to date,
there has been no independent

investigation on why it took
more than a year to arrest

the son of a city councilman,
the son of a sheriff's deputy

and the son of Shipley's
administrative assistant

in connection with two
burglaries in the city.

If you frequently
travel from one side

of the ocean to the other,
you'll find United's

vast 747 fleet to be
enormously pleasing.

In fact,
their superior comforts

and spacious surroundings,
combined with our renowned

international service,
make short work...

Looking for something
affordable, or, yeah...

What kind of things
are you looking to

do with a computer?

- Writing.
- Okay.

[clerk speaking indistinctly

That'd be a PC18...

...Microsoft Word...

...writing, typing,
word processing,

productivity
applications...

[clerk continues
speaking indistinctly

It can do a lot
more things than just

edit text and code.

I mean, you can...
The middle name is business.

Watch this.
If I'm typing away...

See, I made a mistake there.

I typed "A"
when I wanted an "S,"

so if I just hit this key twice,

backspace there, I could
change that "A" to an "S."

And away I go.

No white out,
no correction ribbon.

It's all in there.

Are you the owner
of the store?

No, no. I just work here.

Who is the owner?

The owner is behind
the counter there

with the moustache.

Oh.

I mean, would you like
me to get him for you?

- Oh, no.
- Okay.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

This is interesting. Thank you.

I need to... need to go.

But I'll think about
it and... get back to you.

Come back anytime.
I'm always here.

My motive for doing

what I'm going to do
is simply personal revenge.

I do not expect to
accomplish anything it.

Of course, if my crime
and reasons for committing

it gets any public attention,
it may help to stimulate

public interest
in a technology question

and thereby improve
the chances of stopping

technology
before it's too late.

But on the other hand,
most people will probably

be repelled by my crime.

The opponents of freedom may
use it as a weapon to support

their arguments for control
over human behavior.

With no way of knowing
whether my action will do

more good than harm,
I certainly don't claim to be

an altruist
or to be acting for the good,

whatever that is,
of the human race.

I act merely for my
desire for revenge.

So, how'd we do
tonight, huh?

Oh, money, money, money, money.

Heh heh! I love it!

Nice cough. You all right?

No.

You don't look so good.

Here.

Here's 40 for tonight,

and get yourself something
else to drink, too, no charge.

And I got some Old Spice
back there, on the house.

At this hour,
police still have

no leads in the package
bombing in Lake Forest.

Chuck Goudie is here
with the latest

in the investigation
to that story. Chuck.

Jack, a couple
of days ago, Percy Wood

received a letter from somebody
named Enoch Fisher.

The letter informed
of when to expect a book

in the mail very soon.

But when he got the book
it blew up in his face.

The return address:
3414 West Ravenswood Avenue.

It didn't help much.

It's a vacant lot.
So, police are hoping

for better luck with clues
the explosion left behind.

Today, inside
Wood's home, investigators

finished picking up
pieces of the bomb.

That was nerve-wracking.

Metal fragments were scattered
throughout the kitchen and had

to be separated
from bits of glass and paper.

The evidence
recovered from the home

of Mr. Hood... Mr. Wood was
in good condition and has been

dispatched by courier to
the Postal Inspection

Service Crime Laboratory
in Washington, DC.

The parcel wrapping,

the packing and portions
of the bomb itself

will be analyzed by
the laboratory technicians

and they will
furnish us a full report.

At this time, we are unable

to release any details
on the make up of the bomb.

We have initiated
an intense investigation

to solve the attack
upon Mr. Wood.

Recently,
Percy Wood outfitted his home

with an electronic
security system

and he probably wouldn't
open the front door

if a stranger was outside.

Like most of us,
though, he opens mail.

Not knowing what's inside.

"It will never happen to me,"

is the way that
most people look at it.

Yourself, how many times
have you opened your mail

and thought that there might
have been something in it?

Ugh!

Yeah. Yeah.

Helping hand.

You got a...

Yeah, I'm fucking angry
with the car, asshole.

You wanna know
who told us my wife?

Your goddamn brother.

Dynamite blast all over him.

Occasionally autumn at my cabin.

Exxon conducting
seismic exploration for oil.

Couple of helicopters
flying all over the hills.

Lower, I think,
dynamite on cable.

Make blast on ground,

instruments
smash through vibrations.

I camped out mostly in
what I call the diagonal gulch,

hoping to shoot up a helicopter
in an area east of Crater Mount.

It proved harder than I thought.

Those helicopters
always in motion,

never know
where they would go next.

Cocksuckers!

Fuck.

Desecration.

Where can I go now
for peace and quiet?

When I got
back to camp, I cried.

Partly from
frustration of missing,

but mostly grief about what
was happening to the country.

Fuck!

Fuck you!

It is so beautiful.

But if they did find oil...
disaster.

Even if not find oil, the blast
and helicopters ruin it.

Ted Kaczynksi
reporting for duty.

Hey, there, Ted.

- Hello, Mrs. Hill.
- I'm so glad you're here.

- You ready to work?
- Yes. What can I do?

Let's head back this way.

I'm gonna put you
in the back with Becky,

and we have
this huge pile of books

that we have to sort through.

Unfortunately, we have
to get rid of all of them.

So I'm gonna have you guys
split them up by genre and...

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Becky.

I'm... I'm Ted Kaczynksi.

They should really move
from the Dewey Decimal System

to the Library
of Congress system.

I'd suggested it a while back,
but they still haven't, so,

now we have
to do all this again.

Um...

No, we're...

Fuck.

Ugh. Goddamn it.

Hi, David, it's me. Yeah.

Yeah, because I was...

I was calling to talk to you
and she picked up. And I...

Well, I thought... I...

I wanted to speak
to you, not her.

I've never met her.
I thought it was

a bad time to try
to meet her over the phone.

And so I... so I hung up.

Well, can I be trusted to say

the right thing to...
to a woman, David?

Especially Linda,
with the history, and...

Oh my God, is that her
in the background?

David, fuck.

Just tell her I apologize
and ask her to leave the room

so I can talk to you
in private, please.

You domesticated yourself.

You're like, like,
like a horse that's run

into a farmer's field and...

and volunteered for somebody
to jump on your back

and put a bit in your mouth.

Well, I thought that
we shared a lot of values

and I thought that we were on

the same page of
living in the wild.

Now you're living in a zoo like
a caged animal with a trainer.

A trainer who, uh,

who you need
to run everything by. Um...

I'm sure...
oh, I bet you have too.

Like if I...
if I asked you... I was...

I was actually gonna call to ask

for some help,
some financial help.

I just wanted
a little money that I could...

that I could repay.
But I'm sure you have...

Yeah, you would have...

Yes, you would have to ask her,
wouldn't you?

Mm-hmm.

See, that's what I mean.

Hey!

Get off my land!

Get off my property.

Ted!

Man in the cabin.

Ted.

- Good morning.
- Morning. Nice day.

Yeah.

You know, just checking
through the pass

and a little investigation

I was hoping
you could help me with.

You seen anyone, anything,

people, fooling around
with any buildings around here?

No, only those, uh...

kids who vandalized
that cabin a while back.

Nothing since then.

- Sure,
- You talk to Steve or Tom?

Yeah, Steve said his mill
got wrecked a while back too.

Yeah, a while ago. Yeah.

Or, um, motorcyclers,
they hassling you nearby here?

No, nothing like
snowmobile season, anyway, huh?

Exactly. Right, um...

The reason I had to ask
was we heard you got

pretty upset with some riders
from up the creek.

Yeah, I did. I did, yeah.

Yes, assholes, though.
A couple of punks tried to...

tried to come across my...
my property and, um...

Yeah.

I wouldn't call it anything
out of the ordinary, though,

I imagine if you were
in my position, you would...

You might act the same way.

Sure. Yeah, that's fair.

I appreciate your time.
If you, uh, hear of anything

you let me know.

Mm-hm.

- Have a nice day.
- See you, Ted.

I don't want to
let them get their offer,

because they don't have
credibility with us.

Some think Earth First
is a terrorist organization,

and they've
not renounced violence.

They see a difference
between terrorism and sabotage.

All kinds of operations,

I've taken a ,
I've spiked trees

I've still painted
equipment that works.

Thank you, David. Thank you.

What a guy.

...the modern industrial system
as we know it,

and one reason why we see
the modern industrial system

as being so destructive
is because it's

based on the premise
that it is for human beings

that the world exists.

The idea that human beings
are just another species

among millions of others
on the planet.

And reminder, David Foreman
will be in the Missoula area,

speaking on September 23rd
at the John Edwards School.

This is Tom Douglas
reporting of WCGR Montana,

NPR Radio.

- Action!
- Action!

Action of any kind.

But let our action set the finer
points of our philosophy.

We don't have
to figure it all out.

We all don't have
to be saints on this planet

to do something for it.

It's time for a warrior society
to rise up out of the Earth.

And to put ourselves in front
of the juggernaut

of destruction.

We need warriors,

we need people
and bodies out in the field

to take down the apparatus
of this mechanized destruction

of this precious planet
that we have.

That's what my life is for.

And that's what
your lives should be for.

If you consider yourselves
eco warriors,

you have to get out,
put your... stand your ground

and fight! Do something!

Eco Fuckers hit list,
chevron 225,

Bush Street,
San Francisco, California.

Nine-four-one-zero...

The National Lumber
Explorer's Association.

The next day,
I started from my own cabin.

My route took me past
a beautiful spot.

A favorite place of mine where
there was a spring of pure water

that can safely
be drunk without worrying.

I stopped
and said a kind of prayer

to the spirit of the spring.

It was a prayer in which I swore

that I would take revenge

for what was being done
with the forest.

The people who are pushing all
this growth and progress garbage

deserve to be severely punished.

But our goal is less to punish
them than to propagate ideas.

Introduction. One.

The industrial revolution
and its consequences

have been a disaster
for the human race.

Four: We therefore
advocate the revolution

against the industrial system.

Thirty-seven: we attribute
the social and psychological

problems with modern society
to the fact that the society

requires people to live
under conditions

radically different
from those under which

the human race evolved.

Forty-six: in order to avoid
serious psychological problems,

a human being needs goals

whose attainment
requires effort.

Sixty-nine: it is true that
primitive man is powerless

against some of the things
that threaten him,

disease, for example,

but he can accept
the risk of disease stoically.

One-seventy:
"Oh!" say the technophiles,

"Science is going to fix that.
We will conquer famine,

"eliminate
psychological suffering,

"make everybody
healthy and happy."

Yeah, sure.

That's what
they said 200 years ago.

One-eighty:
When the system becomes

sufficiently stressed
and unstable,

a revolution against
technology may be possible.

One-eighty-one: The technophiles
are taking us all

on an utterly reckless ride
into the unknown.

One eighty-five: as
for the negative consequences

of eliminating
industrial society...

well, you can't eat your cake
and have it, too.

To gain one thing you have
to sacrifice another.

Becky.

I got a... I got a fish!

I got one!

- Yeah.
- Whoo! Good job!

Yeah!

Holy...

That's amazing!

It's big!

No, no, there's nothing that
could ever be important enough

for you to get in touch with me.

Even if Mother dies,
I don't wanna hear about it.

Mm-hmm.

I have nothing more...
I have nothing more to...

David... David.
I just need a yes or no.

Are you gonna...

Will you please
help me with money?

What do you want?
You want me to beg?

I'm begging, David.
I'm on my fucking knees,

right in a phone booth,
begging you.

Do you feel powerful, David?
Do you feel empowered?

The... the strong, dominant male.

Finally, you have your brother
on his knees, asking for money.

Goddamn it, David!
Cocksucker, man!

I... I'm asking for...

Yes. One thousand.

Thank you, David.
Yes, I know.

Yes, it is a brotherly act
and I... it's noted.

You too.

Hugs and kisses to Linda.

Okay.

Boredom is almost non-existent

once you've become adapted
to life in the woods.

If you don't have any work
that needs to be done,

you can sit for hours
at a time, just doing nothing.

Just listening to the birds
or the wind or the silence.

Watching the shadows move
as the sun travels

or simply looking
at familiar objects.

And you don't get bored.

You're just a piece.

To the San Francisco Examiner,

we have waited until now
to announce ourselves

because our earlier bombs
were embarrassingly ineffectual.

The injuries they inflicted
were relatively minor.

In order to influence people,
a terrorist group

must show a certain
amount of success.

When we finally realized
the amount of smokeless powder

needed to blow up
anyone or anything

was too large to be practical,

we decided to take
a couple years off

and learn something
about explosives

and develop an effective bomb.

In closure...

One: the aim
of the Freedom Club

is the complete
and permanent destruction

of modern industrial society
in every part of the world.

... potentially
by long distance,

there's not a place

to have conversation between
the perpetrator and the victims.

So, the fact that we have

one eyewitness, which is just
luck on our part, is really...

We have looked
at all of the victims

meticulously.
As to any correlation, so far

it has just not being fruitful.

Well, you have...
you have a wide range,

actually, you have
corporate executives,

you have one bomb placed aboard
an American Airlines aircraft,

also in the late '70s.

There have
been college professors.

Two types of bombs
in the sense that bout half

of them are mailed,
letter bombs or package bombs.

And about half of them
have been placed

in a position
where someone would, uh,

disturb the package.

Well, as long as I'm going
to throw everything away anyway,

instead of having to shoot it
out with the cops or something,

I will go up to Canada,
and take off into the woods

with a rifle
and try to live off the country.

If that doesn't work out

and if I can
get back to civilization

before I starve,
then I will come back here

and kill someone I hate.

I need to renew my passport.

And...

Clearly, we are in a position

to do a great deal of damage.

And it doesn't appear
that the FBI

is gonna catch
us anytime soon.

The FBI is a joke.

FBI, suck my cock.

- Morning.
- Uh, morning.

I have a complaint about
the Montana Telephone Company.

It concerns, uh, some of your
payphones in Lincoln, Montana.

These pay phones consistently
malfunction in such a manner

as to steal a caller's quarters.

You put a quarter in and then
it either gets jammed

or it doesn't register.

And then the coin release
doesn't work

so that either you can't
put the call through

and the quarters are lost,
or the call does go through,

but you end up paying 25 cents
or 50 cents more

than the price of the call.

This problem has persisted
for several years.

This is not the first time
that I have, uh...

that I have complained,
although it is the first time

that I've complained in person,

but I've spoken to
the operators about it

several times and nothing
has been done over the years.

The main offender
is actually the payphone

on the corner of Highway 200
and Stemple Pass.

I'm forced to use that one
on occasion because

it's the only one
that the company provides

that offers any level
of privacy at all.

But it steals at least
50% of my quarters.

It swindles me.

And the company is aware
of this offending booth.

That's a criminal act.

My money is being stolen.

On behalf
of the Montana phone company,

I apologize
for your inconvenience.

Uh, do you happen
to have a record

of how much money
you've lost over the years?

I do. $5.75.

- $5.75?
- Yes. Yes, this year.

- This year.
- Yes.

Hmm.

I have a letter
which, uh, you could give

to your superiors,
and it contains all the details

that I have
just relayed to you now.

I would love to give
it to my superiors, but...

we can only accept letters
through the post.

I can't hand-deliver a letter.

Do you see the problem?

I came in here to bring
you the letter in person.

I appreciate that.

But I can't take it.

You have a wonderful day.

I'm gonna write to
my congressman about this.

Okay.

During my romantic phase,

I continued to have fantasies
of a primitive life,

but I tended strongly
to embellish

this with romantic details
like horns resounding through

the forest, savage-looking
tunics and bearskin

and so forth.

Sequence of small advances,
there will be no rational

and effective public resistance.

It is not possible to make
a lasting compromise

between technology and freedom

because technology is by far
the more powerful social force

and continually...

erodes on freedom
through repeated compromise.

As society
and the problems that face it

become more and more complex,

and as machines become
more and more intelligent,

people will let machines
make more and more

of their decisions for them,

simply because
machine-made decisions

will bring better results
than manmade ones.

Eventually,
a stage may be reached

at which the decisions
necessary to keep

the system running will be
so complex that human beings

will be incapable
of making them intelligently.

At that stage, the machines
will be in effective control.

People won't be able
to just turn the machines

off because they will
be so dependent on them

that turning them
off would amount to suicide.

I must have been going
40 fucking miles per hour.

You know, my parents...

pushed me so hard in academia,
I never really learned

to be at ease around women.

Can you tell me your heart, Ted?

You're quite right.

You love me.

I do.

I do. See, actually, uh...

It's the truth. I love you.

I love you so much I'm gonna
let go of these handlebars.

- No, don't do it!
- I'm gonna let go!

- No, please don't.
- Okay, one hand.

Just one hand, okay?

Come on, there you go,
there you go!

- Put it down!
- Okay, okay.

Oh, the right hand come off!
You're my right hand.

You might have to be
the right hand of a man.

Okay, okay.

We are an anarchist group...

...calling ourselves...

- Calling ourselves FC.
- ...FC.

Notice that the postmark
on this envelope

precedes a newsworthy event

that will happen about the time
you receive this letter,

if nothing goes wrong.

We are getting tired

of making bombs.

It's no fun having to spend
all your evenings and weekends

preparing dangerous mixtures,

filing trigger mechanisms
out of scraps of metal

or searching the Sierras
for a place

isolated enough
to test the bomb.

So we offer a bargain.

We have a long article
between 29,000

and 37,000 words
that we want to have published.

If you can get it published
according to our requirements,

we will permanently desist
from terrorist activities.

If the answer is satisfactory,

we will finish typing
the manuscript and send

it to you. If the answer
is unsatisfactory,

we will start building
our next bomb.

FC.

I am choked with frustration
at my inability to get

my stinking fucking family
off my back once and for all.

No, it does include you, David.

It emphatically
and specifically

includes you, yeah.

Of course, you... you're part
of my stinking fucking family.

It's not an emotional decision.
It's a logical decision, David.

It's logical.
Yeah, I have my own life.

I have my own life, David,
I think my own thoughts

and then I do what
I think I should do,

as opposed to
what other people...

Look, I'm not... I'm not...

I'm not gonna do this again.

I'm not gonna do this again
with you, David. All right?

I do not want to hear
from you or any member

of my stinking
fucking family ever again.

Goodbye.

Hi.

Yeah, yeah.

This is CNN breaking news.

Hello from CNN News Center
in Atlanta,

I'm Natalie Allen.
We're about to take live

a news conference
from San Francisco

headed up by the FBI today
concerning the bomb threat

that has come in.
The person behind the threat

may be the so-called Unabomber,

and the threat has resulted
in heightened security

at five airports in...

Small debris,
big debris, dust...

I'm relieved to
see a lot of security around...

...and determination?

Well, our position is we will
keep the security measures

in place until
the matter is resolved.

It's been more
than five days since

the Unabomber threatened
to blow up an airliner

flying in or out
of Los Angeles by July 4th.

But after 17 years,
23 injuries and three deaths,

a Unabomber
is nothing to joke about.

Experts say the Unabomber
is stepping up his activities

because he's jealous
of the attention given

to the Oklahoma City bombing

which stole the thunder

from his last
package bomb explosion.

Experts also believe
the Unabomber

may be headed for a fall.

I think he's on a high now.

I think he's all pumped up.

I think he's intoxicated
with his own power,

and I think at this point,
he's most vulnerable.

I think he might
have made some major mistakes.

The FBI is unable to catch him,

and now the Unabomber
has raised the stakes again.

In the letter sent
to The Washington Post

and the New York Times this
week, the Unabomber has pledged

to stop his murderous spree
if these leading American papers

will publish
a 35,000 word manifesto.

In the document the Unabomber
condemns modern technology

and says computers have
created a world in which humans

are mere cogs in the machine.
That proposal has led to a life

or death question
for The Post and Times:

should they cave in to threats
and publish, or refuse

to let themselves be
used as a platform...

In paragraph 125,
we use an analogy of a weak

neighbor who was left destitute
by a strong neighbor who takes

all his land by forcing on
him a series of compromises.

But suppose now that
the strong neighbor gets sick

so that he is unable
to defend himself.

The weak neighbor
can force the strong one

to give him his land back
or he can kill him.

If he lets the strong man
survive and only forces him

to give his land back,
he is a fool,

because when the strong man gets
well, he will again take all

the land for himself.

The only sensible alternative
for the weaker man is to kill

a strong one while he has
the chance. In the same way,

While the industrial
system is sick,

we must destroy it.
If we compromise with it

and let it recover
from its sickness,

it will eventually wipe
out all of our freedom.

We're back
at CNN in Washington...

We hear somebody yelling,
"It ain't gonna happen."

Trying to catch back up
to O.J. Simpson heading past

LAX on the 405 freeway north.

Again, you see traffic
in the South lanes stopping

and looking,
police cars trailing,

other traffic, stopping off to
the right.

Hey, Gilbert,
you should take this,

- even though it isn't for you.
- Maybe it's a bomb.

You should send
that off to Bill.

Maybe it's a love letter.

Oh, it's Oklahoma City.
Oh, be careful.

This Postal
Service circulates a special

training tape illustrating
detection techniques.

It also graphically
demonstrates the power

of a mail bomb by use
of a dummy in a mock-up office.

He's matching
wits, he's matching wits

with everybody who comes
into conflict with him.

This is the arena.
This is the Coliseum.

"It's me against the lion."

Add to this
the letter received

by The New York Times, a letter
sent before the latest bombings.

It warned of a newsworthy
event and claimed responsibility

in the name of an anarchist
group calling itself FC.

We don't have
a shred of evidence

that he's connected
with any other people.

The FBI says
it's up to The New York Times,

whether they comply
with the Unabomber's

demand to publish
a long written piece.

But the FBI seems
to doubt the sincerity

of the Unabomber's offer.

That's because,
in the same letter,

he reserves the right
to engage in sabotage

intended to damage
property instead of humans.

This morning in Washington,

the news dominating
street corner conversation

was what was on the front page
of this morning's paper.

The Washington Post
had published a special section

containing the 35,000
word manifesto

of the serial mail bomber
known as Unabomber.

The post cited quote,
"Public safety reasons"

for its decision,
taken and paid for jointly

with The New York Times.

In an unusual joint statement,
publishers Donald Graham

of The Post
and Arthur Sulzberger Jr.

of the Times justified
publication.

Quote, "If we fail
to do so, the Unabomber..."

Yeah! Yeah!

Unfortunately,
for attorney general and the FBI

have all surrendered
authority to the Unabomber.

I can see this fellow
who has to be right now

having a psychological orgasm.

They've elevated him
to controlling,

like a puppeteer, cities,
newspapers and everything else.

Where does it go from here?

It's difficult
to argue with his logic.

You can bet that neither
The New York Times

nor The Washington Post
would have published his essay

absent track record
as a murderer

and his, therefore,
totally credible threat

that he would kill again.

"I disagree
with the popular belief

"that you are a serial killer
and should be treated like one.

"I pointed out that serial
killers derive the whole

"of their satisfaction
from the act of killing.

"In your case,
I suggested that killing

"was merely a means to the end.

"Your objectives are much bolder
and infinitely more elaborate.

"You want to change the world.

"Bob Guccione, Editor,
Penthouse Magazine."

Please.

Sure. Sure, come over,
David. Please, yeah.

Ted? It's Gary!

Hey, can you come
to show us your boundary?

We're trying to figure it out
where your property line ends.

- Morning, Ted.
- Morning.

This is Bob and Mike.
They're miners.

Good morning, Mr. Kaczynski.

We've been doing a little mining
in the area and, well, we just

got a little bit confused about
where your property line ends.

And we were hoping
that you could show us

exactly where this line is.

Yeah. Yeah, no. All right,

let me just get my jacket...

Get your fucking hands off me!

Get your fucking
hands off of me!

Get your fucking
hands off of me!

Mr. Kaczynski, we are the FBI.

We have a warrant
to search your cabin.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah.

Got him!

... we're told
by federal law enforcement

officials is that they received
a tip on this person indirectly

from a family member.

This man's brother contacted
a prominent Washington D.C.

Lawyer, who in turn
got in touch with the FBI

and told them about this person,
and they've had him under

surveillance now for about
a week or so, we're told.

They are preparing right now
to serve a search warrant,

or probably in the process
of serving it now.

We don't know whether this
person is at home,

or what they expect
to find there.

If they're just going to
find evidence that they would

take from the house,
possible evidence,

or whether they're actually
going to find something.

We don't know whether there's
been any arrest yet...