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Ted Kaczynski falls in love. But soon, he's shocked by some news—and retreats into the wilderness in Montana. It's there that he pushes forward with a deadly bombing campaign.
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A listener note, this episode contains violent imagery and may not be suitable for younger audiences. It's a late afternoon in the summer of 1969 in a forest in northern Canada. The shadows have grown long and the evening animals have begun their chattering. But everything goes quiet as a pair of boots crunch on the forest floor. David Kaczynski hikes forward along the path then stops and gasses across the dense forest. It feels serene, perfectly still. David bends down and picks up a pine cone. Then there's a crunch of another pair of boots and David looks over his shoulder. His brother Ted is approaching and as usual he's got a scowl on his face. David doesn't understand it. For days now the two brothers have been on a road trip. They've been hiking in forests and David feels refreshed and full of life. But Ted's been full of nothing but complaints. They took this trip so Ted could find some land which he planned to buy. He said he wanted something remote but he keeps finding something wrong with every parcel. First there were the power lines which reminded him of technology. Then he heard the drone of an airplane and got angry again. It seems like he just can't be satisfied. David can tell that for Ted this has become a larger problem. Increasingly he's grown resentful toward any reminder of human society. That's why he quit his job at Berkeley. And that's why he keeps lecturing David telling him how to live his life. But today David has made a decision. He knows that he's only a college student and far younger than Ted. But still he's going to try and change Ted's mind. He's going to convince him somehow to give up his extreme views. As usual though, David knows he'll have to wait until Ted is done lecturing. You know mom and dad they've been corrupted. They believe in all the usual trappings of family, a house, things, things, more things. They'd never have the courage to do what I'm going to do. And that's by some land. They live free. Maybe here maybe Montana. But you should think about it. Don't be like them. Ted the woods nature it's all pretty but seriously how are you going to make a living? You're selling mom. Always worrying about money. Yeah but you have to eat. I'll find a way. You're just going to be alone? I don't know if I could live without women. Ted stops and squins it David. Right away David knows he has said something he shouldn't have. Ted is 27 but he still has almost no experience with dating. And David knows it's a sore subject. Sorry what I meant to say was that are you dating someone? Well there is someone named Linda. But I've never been able to tell her how I feel. And now she's dating someone else. David can feel Ted's eye staring at him. David are you a virgin? Yeah I am. Me too. The brothers stare at the ground silently. But a moment later Ted starts laughing. And then David laughs too. You can feel the tension beginning to break. You know what David? Forget women. They don't have our backs. We need to watch out for each other. Soon you're going to graduate college. You should join me. We can live off the land. I'll build two cabins. Yeah Ted. We got to talk about this. Going on a road trip that's fine at all but you've got to get serious. You can't just live out in the wilderness and just be all on your own. Well that's what I'm saying. It would be the two of us. We wouldn't be alone. No you're not hearing me. You don't have to be like mom and dad. But you can't live like an animal. Just get a job you can put up with. Buy some land here Montana wherever. And go there on vacation just like everyone else does. Vacation. But I am not everyone else. I don't want to be like everyone else. I'm done with this conversation. Ted takes off down the wooded path. David watches him. He feels deflaed because he knows Ted is right. Ted doesn't fit in and never has. 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But their lives spun out of control at the hands of those they most trusted. Killing the Legends explores the lives, legacies and tragic deaths of these three legends. Each experienced a man's success then failures that forced them to change. Each faced a challenge of growing old and fields that privileged youth. And finally, each became isolated, cocooned by wealth but vulnerable to the demands of those in their innermost circles. Killing the Legends is available now wherever audiobooks are sold. Start listening. If you're into true crime, the Generation Y podcast is essential listening. We started this podcast over 10 years ago to dissect some of the craziest and most notable murders, crimes and conspiracy theories together. And we'd love for you to join us. Follow the Generation Y podcast on Amazon Music or wherever you listen to podcasts. From Wondery, I'm Lindsey Graham and this is American Skin. In the late 1960s, a man named Ted Kaczynski set out to change America. Kaczynski had endured a lonely childhood and as a student at Harvard, he suffered in an abusive psychological experiment. He was left with a hatred of technology and vowed to kill those responsible for it. As Kaczynski's resolve hardened, he began a bombing campaign that would grow deadly. Soon, the FBI found itself in a desperate race to locate the man they called the unibomber before he found his next victim. This is episode two in The Woods. It's May 25, 1978. Ted Kaczynski puts on a pair of sunglasses. He grabs the hood of his sweatshirt and pulls it over his head as he begins walking through campus at the University of Illinois at Chicago Circle. Kaczynski scans the campus looking for the science building. And every time he passes a student, he searches their faces, trying to see if they're watching him, or whether they've noticed the package that he's carrying so cautiously. Kaczynski knows he's being paranoid. From the outside, it looks like just a harmless paper-wrapped package, but inside is a carved wooden box packed with gunpowder and matchheds. If anyone opens it, the device is rigged to explode. Kaczynski tries to fight down a rising sense of panic. He never intended to be here, carrying a bomb and broad daylight. This wasn't the plan at all. His original plan was simple. First, he'd build a pipe bomb, and he'd mail it anonymously to a prominent science professor. The minute the professor opened it, Kaczynski would have his first casualty in his war against modern society. And everything seemed to be on track until he stepped up to a mailbox this morning. He tried to shovel the parcel into it, but he was too big. The package wouldn't fit. He began to sweat, and he realized that he had only one option. He'd have to plant the bomb himself. Now, Kaczynski is walking through campus like a lost freshman looking for the science building. He shouldn't even be in Chicago. He should be back in Montana, where he recently finished building a cabin. But he needed some extra cash, and so he returned to the city to work. Kaczynski feels himself sweating under the hot sun. But finally, he locates the science building. His heart begins to beat faster, and his mouth goes dry. And then he realizes, this is too big a risk. He's crazy. He can't bring a package inside the building. But nearby is a parking lot. And all at once, Kaczynski comes up with a new plan. He begins walking toward the lot. Anyone parked here will be a professor or a science student. If they find the package, they might mail it like a good smaritan, or they'll try and open it themselves. Either way, it's going to end up in the hands of a scientist. And a scientist will get hurt, which is exactly the plan. Kaczynski is trying to change the world to stop the development of technology. Bombing may be violent, but he's certain it's the only way to create change. Kaczynski hurries over and squats between a hatchback and a rusted Chevy. He pretends to tie his shoes, and then he carefully sets the package down. Soon, he pops up again and walks away empty handed. It isn't until he's left the camp as far behind that Ted Kaczynski allows himself to break into a smile. After years of thinking and planning and feeling very afraid, he's finally taking a stand. Two months later, Ted Kaczynski flips through newspaper. He's growing more frantic and irritated because it looks like once again, there's no news of his bomb. Finally, he reaches the back page and crumbles up the paper. He needs to go for a walk and clears head. Kaczynski looks out at the street. He's in a suburb of Chicago, where his parents now live. And right now, he's living with them and he hates it. Nearby is an ice cream parlor filled with happy families. A car full of teenagers drives past blaring music. Kaczynski clenches his teeth. This isn't how life was supposed to look, and this isn't how his plan was supposed to turn out. Kaczynski begins walking down the street. He passes a gas station when suddenly he hears someone calling his name. Kaczynski looks back. There, at the gas station, he sees a short woman with wavy brown hair and glasses. Her name is Ellen, and she's a manager at the foam rubber factory where Kaczynski has been working and saving up money. He barely knows her, but now she's waving him over. Kaczynski feels on guard. He approaches Ellen and greets her with a cold hello. But Ellen smiles at Kaczynski. And though he can't explain it, he suddenly feels more at ease. As he nears her car, he notices a bumper sticker in Spanish. He asks Ellen if she can speak the language. She says, may we? Kaczynski frowns. He corrects her and says, that's actually French. But Ellen rolls her eyes and smiles. Now Kaczynski understands it was a joke. He can't help himself. He starts to chuckle too. And without realizing it, he begins to feel even more at ease. Soon, the two begin a real conversation. Ellen talks about her recent trip to Mexico and the fascinating architecture she saw there. Kaczynski is surprised. Ellen always seemed superficial and bubbly, but now she's talking about culture, history, ideas. Kaczynski looks at the ground and admits he's always wanted to learn Spanish. Ellen gives his shoulder a nudge and says she'd be happy to teach him as long as he doesn't mind a little French now and then. Kaczynski is suddenly tongue tied. He stands completely frozen. And before he can stammer out another word, Ellen invites him over to her sister's house. She says they're playing cards and could use a fourth. Kaczynski looks away. For a moment, he remembers his bomb and his frustrations and all the work he still has ahead of him. He can't take time to play cards. So he shakes his head and tells Ellen he's busy. But she's persistent and says it'll be boring at her sister's place without him. She gestures to her car's passenger seat, tells him to hop in. He hesitates. No one's ever treated him like this. Seems off and strange. But then something inside him shifts. Against his better judgment, Ted Kaczynski takes a deep breath and gets into the car. A month later, Ted Kaczynski hovers over a fresh baked apple pie. He looks up and sees Ellen smiling. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg fills the air and the kitchen is warm. Ellen hands Kaczynski a fork and with a grin, she says it's time to eat. Kaczynski sinks the fork into the pie and as he looks up at Ellen, he can't help but beam. She's standing at the counter of his parent's kitchen, her brown hair curling from the heat. Kaczynski wants to wrap her in a hug and never let go. He shakes his head. He can't believe how quickly his life has flipped upside down. They've only been dating for a month and he still doesn't know Ellen that well. But tonight, he thinks he needs to tell her something important. He's in love with her. Kaczynski takes a warm bite of pie and he tells Ellen that he forgives her for using too much sugar. She frowns. It seems like another moment of their playful arguing and so Kaczynski smiles again as he eats the pie. It's been a perfect day. Maybe the first perfect day of his life. That afternoon, he and Ellen went apple picking in a local orchard. He gave her a lecture on the different varieties of apples. And at one point, while reaching for a bright green apple, their hands touched. It was electric and that's when Ellen kissed him. It felt strange at first. Ellen stuck her tongue in his mouth. When he asked what she was doing, she pulled away. But she kept saying it was okay that she was fine. As he takes another bite of pie, Kaczynski can't stop thinking about the kiss or about Ellen. She's so free and easy going. And this last month, he hasn't thought about his bombs once. Soon, they finished the pie and Ellen says she'd better get going. Kaczynski walks her out to her car and decides that he's going to kiss her again and tell her that he loves her. They reach Ellen's car and his breath quickens. He leans in. But then Ellen puts a hand on his chest and steps back. She says they need to talk. She's been thinking about the two of them and she's not sure they have much in common. Kaczynski blinks rapidly. He says he's confused, but Ellen responds by saying that's exactly her point. Kaczynski doesn't understand people. She says she's sorry, but she doesn't think they should go out anymore. Kaczynski watches stunned as Ellen gets in her car and drives away. Suddenly, he feels like he's right back in high school with all the same pain and humiliation. Kaczynski feels his chest swell with rage. And a dark question forms in his mind. He wonders if Ellen has been plotting this from the start. Maybe she thought it would be funny to get his hopes up and then get rid of him. That's the only possible explanation. Kaczynski snarls. He knows Ellen will be back at work on Monday and he can make her suffer too. A few days later, David Kaczynski stands at the bathroom sink, slowly washing his hands. He pauses and stares at himself in the mirror. And he listens to the hum of the machines and saws coming from outside the bathroom. Right now, David's in no hurry to return to the floor of this factory in Chicago, especially not with everything that's happened this week. David reaches for a towel. And that's when he spots it. A piece of note paper taped to the wall. David mutters and leans in. Once he's close enough, he can see the handwriting and his stomach clenches. It's something from Ted, again. For the past few days, Ted has been writing obscene poems about his ex-girlfriend, Ellen. He then posted the poems around the factory. These dirty poems could get him fired. But David is Ted's supervisor and he told Ted in no uncertain terms that he needed to stop posting them. Inside the bathroom, David rips the latest poem off the wall. He reads it again, then stops. Imagerie's nasty. Apparently, this is Ted's answer to his order and is direct to fines. David marches out of the bathroom holding a poem. It's time to confront his brother and put an end to this. David steps out into the gravel parking lot and finds Ted at a picnic table. David marches up and shoves the paper in Ted's face. A Ted just smirks and takes a bite out of his apple. Ted, I told you he need to stop. What'd you think of the latest one? I don't know if it's my best. Ted, this is unacceptable. I know, I agree. My rhymes aren't precise. Ted, listen to me. This could get you fired. It could get me fired. But David, who's the one who's going to fire me? David clenches his jaw on, looks away. Come on, David. You're not going to do anything. You always protect me. You need to stop. Or what? What are you going to do? You know what I could do and what I should do. But you've never had this strength, have you? I'll tell you what. I'm going to go home and I'm going to write another poem, a better one. All the idiots on the factory floor are going to love it. I'm telling you, Ted, don't do this. I'll see you tomorrow, little brother. Ted rises from the table and starts walking away. Then David shuts his eyes and says the words he's tried his best to avoid saying. Ted, Ted, going to recommend your termination immediately. For a moment, Ted looks shocked. Then his eyes narrow and he flings his side to the apple. Go ahead. I can always go back to Montana while you're stuck in this pathetic job. Then Ted pauses, suddenly looking wounded. You know, we promised to stick together. You just broke that promise. Then he turns and disappears down the block. David sighs and kicks at the gravel. It's been a miserable day. He knows that as a supervisor, he's right to fire Ted. 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Generation Y is one of the longest-running true crime podcasts out there, and we are still at it, unraveling a new case every week. We break down infamous cases like the Evil Genius Bank robbery, and lesser known cases like the case of Kimberly Rico. Did she actually kill her husband after they took part in a murder mystery game? We cover every angle, breaking down theories, diving deep into forensic evidence, and interviewing those close to the case. And with over 450 episodes, there's a little something for every true crime listener. Follow the Generation Y podcast on Amazon Music, or every listen to podcasts, or you can listen ad-free by joining Wondry Plus in the Wondry app. It's the early fall of 1979. Ted Kaczynski lies awake in his cabin in Montana. It's 5 a.m., but he can't sleep. A noise keeps waking him, till he finally realizes what it is, dripping water. He groans and fumbles with a flashlight in the dark. He hits the switch and sure enough, there's water dripping steadily from a growing crack in the ceiling. Kaczynski points the beam around his small cabin. It's just 10 by 12 feet. Rows of books and packages of food line the shelves. But all of it seems to be ruined from the rain dripping into the cabin. Kaczynski leaps out of bed and begins sifting through soggy boxes of oatmeal and books with swollen pages. He's furious, slamming a heavy book down on the shelf. Then he leans against the cold wall, trying to figure out what to do next. Two months ago, Ted Kaczynski saved up enough money in left Chicago. He promised himself he'd never go back there to work, no matter how badly he needed the money. He was done with people, done with society. But looking around his cabin, he can tell there's no way around it, repairing these leaks is going to cost money. And now he'll have to go back to the city once again. Suddenly Kaczynski remembers something else and his heart starts racing. The rain could have damaged his bomb supplies too. Kaczynski drops to his knees and begins tearing open cardboard boxes. He spent months stockpiling batteries and gunpowder ingredients. He's made all his purchases slowly to avoid suspicion. If his supplies are wet, he'll be set back months. He finishes checking the boxes and leans back in relief. All the supplies are still dry. And just then, the rain finally stops. He rises and opens his front door, inhaling the smell of fresh pine trees. He knows that this is where he belongs. Far from cars and gas stations and malls, far from conformists like Ellen, who are destroying the world. Kaczynski takes a deep breath and feels a sense of purpose he hasn't felt in years. That's when he makes up his mind. Somehow, he'll fix up the cabin. It's time to restart his campaign against industrial society. He hasn't succeeded in hurting anyone yet. But he knows that if he just buckles down, he can make more lethal bombs. And his enemies won't be so lucky next time. Three years later, it's a bright summer morning at the University of California, Berkeley. Diogenes and Jellikos walks into his office in the computer science building. He sets down his heavy briefcase and grabs his mug. And Jellikos is a professor of electrical engineering. He has a full day of research ahead of him. But first things first, he needs to grab some coffee from the break room. As Jellikos enters, he twists open the Venetian blinds, and then he turns toward the coffee maker. But there's something odd sitting in front of the coffee machine. The size of a typewriter case and it's wrapped in tape. Gages and wires stick out of the sides and on top is a green wooden handle. And Jellikos scratches his chin, the building has been under construction. So he wonders if one of the construction workers left this device here. Then he sees a typewriter note attached to the top saying, woo, it works, I told you it would. And Jellikos frowns. He has no idea who this is addressed to. It's all very odd. But he has to get to work, and for that he needs his coffee. So he decides to move the device aside. As soon as he lifts the handle, there's a loud burst, and Jellikos goes flying backward. He crashes into a table and lands in a heap on the floor. After that, everything sounds muffled. And Jellikos lies on the ground, his vision going in and out. And the smell of gasoline burns his eyes and nostrils. And Jellikos calls out for help, but can barely hear his own voice. He tries to raise himself off the floor, but collapses. And that's when he starts to feel the pain. He peers down and wears his hand should be. And all he sees is a mangled, bloody mess. And Jellikos looks up. And there's a student standing over him. And even through his damaged eardrums, he can hear her scream and horror. It's May 1985, three years later. Ted Kaczynski walks through the bus station in Lincoln, Montana. Today, he's wearing all black and has a laundry sack hanging over his shoulder. He hears an engine coming roaring to life, and then it begins to rumble. That must be his bus warming up. Kaczynski knows he doesn't have much time, and so with a quick glance around, he ducks into the men's bathroom. Kaczynski checks under the stalls. He's all alone. And then he steps into the far stall and reaches into the laundry bag. He tosses his side a pile of clothes and begins searching for the parts to his latest bomb. He has to check again. He's afraid that he's missing a critical piece. And he'll need it once he steps off this bus. He begins making his way to Berkeley, because he has another surprise in store for the computer science department. Kaczynski's hand trembles, and he feels around for the bomb components. It's a six-mile bike ride back to his cabin. If he has to go back, there's no question he'll miss the bus. But a moment later, his hand closes on the cold metal of a pipe. Kaczynski closes his eyes and breathes the sigh of relief. It's all there. Kaczynski starts shoving everything back into the laundry sack. As he does, he feels light-headed. He hasn't been eating much lately. The cost of bomb supplies is cutting into his food budget. And so are all the disguises. He had to buy jackets and shoes and a tear die. He even buys wads of bubblegum he stuffs into his cheeks to make his face look different. All of these expenses add up. Kaczynski hoist the bag and exits the stall. The sink is filthy, but he splashes water on his face. And that's when he notices someone's hair on the sink. Normally, this would disgust him, but today he sees them differently. There are a reminder of physical evidence. Kaczynski has been very careful with all of his bombs. He strips the cases off batteries to remove the serial numbers. He soaks every component in soybean oil and salt water to remove fingerprints. And yet, he still has a nagging feeling that it's not enough. According to the newspapers, the FBI has now linked all his bombs together. He worries that the feds could be closing in. But maybe he can do something more. He could plant evidence, create a misdirect. And all he would take is a few stray hairs. Kaczynski won't use these hairs. He can't risk drawing the FBI into Lincoln, Montana. But he'll be traveling across the country, and there won't be any shortage of hairs and bus stops along the way. Kaczynski smiles. Life is about to get much harder for the FBI. It's May 15, 1985. Patrick Webb hurries through the campus of UC Berkeley. The wind blows through a grove of eucalyptus trees. And all at once, Webb experiences an uncanny feeling of deja vu. He approaches the computer science building, and here is the whale of sirens. Police tape flutters in the breeze. And although it's been three years, the news is the same. There was another bombing inside this building. Webb works for the FBI, and he's been called in once again to figure out who was responsible for this attack. Webb is one of the country's foremost experts on terror sponning. And yet, as he makes his way through this academic building, he can't help but feel like an outsider. Truth is, Webb failed out of college on his first attempt. Even 20 years later, he feels a nagging desire to prove that he's actually smart enough to be at the FBI. Being on the Unibomor case for three fruitless years hasn't helped, but he hopes that today he can begin to put an end to this losing streak. Webb enters the building, and as he approaches the computer lab, he can smell burnt plastic and hair. He steps into the room and gets a full view of the destruction. The floor is littered with fragments. There are scraps of black plastic and what looks like part of a file box. From what Webb can tell, this is a completely different bomb than the last time. But there are also the familiar bits of rubber bands, melted batteries, and pieces of pipe. Webb runs a hand through his hair, which is started to turn gray. There's no doubt in his mind. This is the Unibomor's work. Just then, another FBI agent appears in the doorway. Webb straightens up and shoots him a glance. So, who's the victim? Graduate student, Air Force Captain, actually. He lost several fingers. But he'll live, right? Yeah, yeah, he kind of lucked, though. He was saved by some professor, a guy named Diagonist. Webb's eyes widen. Diogenes? Angelicos? Yeah, you know him? Yeah, he almost got blown up by the last bomb here. So he saved this Air Force guy? How's that? Yeah, the old man snapped into it. Pulled his tie off, wrapped around the Air Force kid's fingers, and stopped the bleeding. Well, any clues? The agent shakes his head and flips through a notepad. No, no fingerprints, no serial numbers. We got nothing. You all haven't tracked down a single shred of evidence. Nope, nothing. What have you been doing all this time? Apparently, twiddling our thumbs, waiting for you to come save the day. Nah, I don't know if I'm going to save the day. We've got eight, eight bombs now. Not a single fingerprint. Why would he risk coming back here? I'll get it. Why Berkeley? Why the computer science department? Webb surveys the room, taking in the details. He knows the FBI behavioral team has pieced together a psychological profile of the Unibomber. It's supposed to be cutting edge, and the conclusion is that the Unibomber is a blue collar type, someone with little education. But Webb doesn't buy it. The Unibomber has mostly been targeting university campuses, and it seems awfully familiar with Berkeley's campus. Webb turns to the other agent. All right. I think I want us to interview every single faculty member in this building. Ask about disgruntled professors and former students. And come to think of it, we should also interview all the current students. That's got to be 100, Devon, and we'll do hundreds of interviews. We'll also need to pull all the records for any parking ticket system in the past week. Do it for the previous bombing too. We're looking for any suspicious vehicles, anything suspicious at all. Well, gee, is that all? Yeah, one more thing. Get rid of the sarcasm. Now go. The agent leaves, and Webb turns back to the bomb scene. He knows he'll take another all-nighter to catalog this evidence. Somewhere in this mess, there's got to be a clue. It's early June 1985. The sky is a bright blue and the woods of northern Montana. But today Ted Kaczynski has crouched inside his cabin, sifting through a stack of newspapers. He's flipping through pages, searching for news about his second bomb at Berkeley. Once again, he can't find a single article about it. He flips past ads for cosmetics and TVs, and then he groans. It seems like he's not getting through to anyone. But finally, he sees it, a short item buried inside the San Francisco Examiner. The piece says that a bomb exploded inside the UC Berkeley computer lab. It was one victim, an Air Force captain who aspired to be an astronaut. He lost several fingers, and now he'll never reach his dreams. Kaczynski says the paper down. This is exactly the kind of person he wanted to hurt, a military gun who's tied up with the whole technological system. He couldn't have asked for a better victim. But to his amazement, Kaczynski's chest tightens, and all he feels is pity. He ruined this man's life. It's a stunning feeling. But soon it transforms into rage. Kaczynski doesn't know what's wrong with himself. He then grabs the newspaper and hurls it into the stove. Kaczynski takes a few deep breaths. Then he grabs his journal off the shelf and searches for a pen that works. He started the journal to document his crusade against technology. He knows that if he's ever caught, people will consider him insane. He needs something to show the entire world that his actions were moral and rational. His journal is also a place he uses to work out his feelings. And so Kaczynski begins writing about his internal arguments, his thoughts about violence, and the need to change the world. He interrogates himself about the costs of his actions, the people he's hurting, and the benefits of his bombing campaign. He leans back. His hand aching from all the writing. And after he finishes this long entry, he closes the journal, feeling clear-headed again. He knows now that there's absolutely nothing to feel guilty about. He's fighting for the future of humankind. Violence is wholly justified. Kaczynski sets aside the journal and steps out his front door. He gazes into the woods or birds or fluttering about. He knows that he doesn't just need to toughen up. Kaczynski needs to take his campaign further. Maming people won't change anything. It won't bring an end to the industrial world. To finish the job he started, Kaczynski needs to kill. It's late December 1985. Ted Kaczynski walks into the town library in Lincoln, Montana. He shakes the snow off his jacket and warms his hands as he looks around the small building. The library looks like an old blog cabin, filled with thousands of books. It's one of the few things Kaczynski likes about Lincoln. But today he isn't here to browse for books. He just returned from his latest mission in Sacramento, California, and he needs to check the papers for news. Kaczynski spots the librarian sitting at the front desk. He'll admit that he actually enjoys talking with her. And now as she notices Kaczynski, she looks up and smiles. Ted, spend some time. You look thin, but it's nice to see you. You as well. Well, you must be here for... These. I've got all your newspapers right here. Remind me, Ted. You worked at Berkeley, right? Yes, why? You didn't hear? Hear what? What's in the paper? There was another bombing. Kaczynski suddenly feels a surge of excitement. That means his device worked. Anyway, they're saying this latest one is connected to the bombings at Berkeley. So I thought, if you were working there, thank God you're not in California anymore. This last bomb? They said it actually killed someone, a man who owned a computer store. Kaczynski feels his excitement grow even more powerful. He wants to pump his fist to leap up laughing. He knows he has to contain himself. So he died? Yeah. It's so sad. Well, not really. What? It's not sad. Those people pushing computers on everyone, they're making everything worse for everyone else, or better off without them. The librarians' expression changes. Now, how can you say something like that? Well, because it's true. One day, there won't even be books in libraries. I even know if that's true. It doesn't mean that he deserves to die. Kaczynski wants to correct her, to remind her that objectively the man was making the world a worse place. But he knows he can't afford to sound suspicious. Ah, I suppose you're right. He is a poor guy. Well, I just hope they catch the guy who did it. It says the police are offering $25,000 for his capture. Ted raises a eyebrow. $25,000 is pretty flattering. But someone would have to catch him first. And between his disguises and the false clues he's been planting, he knows there's just no way. Kaczynski grabs the newspapers and sticks them in his backpack. He then exits him to the cold, winter air. Kaczynski feels proud of himself. Killing the computer store owner was a good start. But he knows there's much more work to do. He wants to lead a revolution and bring down the whole technological system. But to do that, he needs to do more than just terrorize people. Kaczynski gets on his bicycle and begins peddling toward home. He thinks about the journal he's been keeping. He knows that bombs are powerful, but so too are words. And now, somehow, he needs to get his words in front of as many people as possible. About a year later, Patrick Webb is at work in the FBI building in San Francisco. To plan the government office full of metal file cabinets, buzzing fluorescent lights, and bulky fax machines like the one Webb is ready to pound with his fist. Webb is staring at the beige machine and glaring at its blinking red light. He's pushed every button. He tore off the front panel and checked for paper jams. But still, all he's getting is this blinking red light. Webb's size. He's a bomb expert who works for the FBI. And right now, he only needs one single fax. Something that could help him track down the unibomber before he kills again. Something that could put an end to the seemingly endless investigation. Webb has been on the case for five years now, and has been full of nothing but frustration. The FBI still has zero good leads. They did manage to collect hair samples at one site, who was a rare mistake for the unibomber. Still, it got them nowhere. But yesterday, finally, they got a real lead. Another bomb went off in Salt Lake City, and this time, someone saw the unibomber. A woman working in a computer store noticed someone creeping around the parking lot. She thought the guy was letting air out of people's tires. But then she saw him pull something out of a laundry bag. She asked her boss to check it out, and when he did, the object blew up in his face. The man survived. And once the woman pulled herself together, she gave a description to a sketch artist. The Utah FBI office said they'd fax the sketch right over. Now, Webb is standing by the fax machine, waiting for the sketch to print out. A minute later, a junior agent walks over. She squats down and takes a look at the machine. Then she says she knows what the problem is. Webb rubs his eyes as the agent walks over to a cabinet and unwraps a fresh toner cartridge. Webb watches in disbelief. It can't be this simple. But then the agent snaps the toner into place, and a second later, the machine springs to life. Webb massages his temples and can't help but laugh. A long queue of pages began spitting out for the machine. Webb tosses them aside, searching for that one crucial page, and soon it comes through. Webb stares at the eyewitness sketch of the univomor. Chows a man with a thin mustache and dark aviator sunglasses. He wears a hooded sweatshirt, and his gaze is levelled right at the viewer. It's just a drawing, but Webb gets a chill looking at it. He then turns to the other agent and tells her to call up every magazine in the country. Time, Newsweek, Readers Digest, Playboy, all of them. Webb tells the agent to make sure they have a copy of this sketch so they can run it. The agent is taken aback. She asks if Webb really wants this thing running in Playboy. Webb nods and says they need every eyeball they can get on it. He tells the agent to get going and then watches her scurry off. Webb takes another look at this hand drawn sketch. He can feel it. They're getting closer. For years he's been visiting crime scene after crime scene. He spent uncountable hours collecting evidence and reading reports about death and destruction. But finally he has a breakthrough. Webb knows he's going to catch the enabormor. And when he does, this reign of terror will finally come to a close. Next on American Scandal, a fight erupts between Ted Kaczynski and his brother David. And when tragedy strikes, the Kaczynski family begins to break apart. From Wondery, this is episode two of the enabormor for American Scandal. And a quick note about our reenactments. In most cases we can't know exactly what was said, but all our dramatizations are based on historical research. If you'd like to learn more about the enabormor, we recommend the books Harvard and the enabormor by Austin Chase. Every last time by David Kaczynski and hunting the enabormor by Lease Wheel, American Scandal is hosted, edited and executed produced by Nate Lindsey Graham for Aresham, audio editing by Molly Bach, sound design by Derek Barrett. This episode is written by Sam Keane, edited by Christina Mallsberger. Our senior producer is Gabe Ribbon. Executive producers are Stephanie Gens, Jenny Lauer Beckman, and her non-lope has for Wondery.