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( tapping on keyboard )

Man: There's a hacker ethic out there

that says that all information should be free.

Sort of a hacker communism, if you will.

( high-pitched whirring )

There is a subculture of people who claim...

24 hours a day working with computers,

and they want to show how smart they are.

Man: The cyber thieves had removed valuable files stored...

Woman: The virus then can reproduce itself.

...damage.

The entire planet has access to the Internet.

That means the entire planet

has access to your computer system.

Man: As telephone technology gets easier to use...

Woman: A growing high-tech crime wave...

Man: The telephone line's a playground...

Woman: With a hacker's treasure trove of files...

Man: They range from extortion

to industrial espionage to blackmail

to just malicious behavior.

There are other hackers eager to cause damage...

It's getting worse because we're increasingly connected.

As the need increases to try criminals...

Cellular telephones and fax machines...

The FBI is asking phone companies

to prepare for the day...

At one point did you first question

the ethical propriety of what you were doing?

Once the FBI knocked on my door.

( music playing )

What's up, baby?

What's going on?

Sorry I'm late. I'm Lance.

I'm Alex. This is Kevin.

Mitnick. What's going on?

So I, uh, heard a lot about you boys, especially you, Kev.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we've heard nothing about you.

Yeah.

Never heard of the Icebreaker? That's me.

No.

I'm telling you I'm the shit, all right?

Look, we have no doubt.

You set up this meeting, so what do you want?

Well, you know, I thought we should, uh--

I thought we should talk, you know?

Because I like to stay current with things.

We like staying informed.

Of course you know I'm not hacking anymore.

- Neither are we. - Yeah, right.

So, uh, anyway, I thought we should talk.

I like to share information--

What do you got?

I got DMV access.

We got it.

I got cell phone tumbling.

Your cherry list is tired old hacker bullshit. So are you.

My cherry-- Yo. Hey. Whoa.

What do you guys know about SAS, huh?

What's that?

Haven't heard of it, have you? Yeah.

What is it?

A special service Southern California Telephone offers the FBI.

You can monitor any phone, anytime, anywhere.

Would you be interested in a service like that?

Yeah, if it wasn't "Fantasia" bullshit.

It's insecure. It's a dial-up system. It's impossible.

Yeah, well, I got it, kid. What do you got?

To go.

We'll be in touch. Give you a call.

All right, man. Another possibility

would be just to let it go entirely.

You know what I mean?

I mean, this guy, he was weird.

This whole thing reeks of entrapment.

You know what I'm saying?

There's something to consider, which is we're older,

and we got jobs, and you got a wife.

We're not just kids anymore.

And this is where you always get into trouble, man.

This is where you cross the line.

We're on probation, for Christ's sake.

Since the digital hack, the FBI's been looking

for a reason to nail you, Kevin.

Don't give it to 'em, man. Just walk away.

Why do you have to do this?

( exhales )

I just have to know.

Joe Fredy.

Hi. This is Joe Fredy.

Hi. This is Joe Fredy down at the Wilshire office.

Hi. I'm Joe Fredy.

I want to steal some stuff.

( telephone rings )

This is Joel.

Joel. Hey, It's Joe Fredy down at the Wilshire office.

Listen, I'm putting together an inventory report

for Dan Wickes, and, well, he wants it,

like, yesterday. You know what I mean?

Bastards always do, don't they?

Yeah, they sure do. Ha ha ha.

What can I do for you, Joe?

I need some info on the SAS system you guys got there.

SAS system? What the hell is that?

You got me. I'm just reading it off the page here.

My guess is it's probably a gray box,

maybe towards the end of the rack, near the bottom.

Hold on a second. I'll check.

- Got it. - Great, great.

It was right where you guessed,

except it was on top of the rack.

Hey, nobody's perfect. What's it say on it?

"SAS. Switched Access Services."

While you're at it, can you give me the serial number and--

What's that?

Oh, yeah. The manufacturer name, too, please.

( telephone rings )

( ring )

( ring )

( ring )

- ( ring ) - Yeah.

Hi. I'm trying to get in touch with Chris Munson.

You got him. Who's this?

Chris, this is Joe Fredy

at Southern California Telephone here in Calabasas.

I was told you were the engineer at Netcorp.

who designed the SAS system you use here.

Yeah, I'm him.

I was really sorry to hear

Netcorp went out of business.

You guys produced some good product.

Yeah, we thought so, too,

till the company got liquidated

and me and 200 other people

found ourselves out on the street and shit out of luck.

Oh, man. That sucks.

Anyway, I just wanted to call

an complement you on your SAS work.

( chuckles )

Really?

Yeah.

It is pretty good, isn't it?

Good? It's beautiful. It's elegant.

It's obvious you know your stuff.

Man, I'd love to pick your brain about it sometime,

especially about the design and application.

Uh, yeah. No problem. Sure.

How about this, Joe?

See, I've got all the designs

and the application info on my hard drive.

Let me print it out, and I'll fax it to you.

Then I can answer an you question you got.

Hell, I'll send you a cop on floppy, too.

How does that sound?

That'd be good, Chris.

Western Electric.

Hmm.

Statement balance. Constant rate of...

This is pretty damn amazing, Alex.

FBI, LAPD, Justice Department.

You can call and listen to how agents get their information.

Or their names, badge numbers.

Who works what shift, who reports to whom.

You can play Big Brother with this.

Beat 'em at their own game.

Hey, Shelley.

Alex.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

So, what's next, dude?

( telephone rings )

Mike Lechy.

Mike, Tony Green up in corporate. How are you?

Just fine, Tony. Yourself?

Uh, I'm doing okay.

Listen, I'm in a bit of a pickle right now.

I promised my boss, Keith Conway,

I'd have the dial-in phone numbers

for the SAS system yesterday,

but I got wrapped up in meetings. You know the drill.

Do I ever.

Listen, Mike, I need a favor.

I need to get those numbers right away.

Don't sweat it, Tony. I'll fax it right up to corporate.

Even better. I'm gonna have someone come by

and pick them up, all right?

- Are you sure? - It's that important.

All right, I'll get 'em ready.

Mike, how are you? Joe Turner.

Uh, I'm sorry, Joe.

I don't mean to be rude, but, uh,

do you work for Southern California Telephone?

No, no, I'm in sales at CalCom.

Just trying to close a deal with Tony's office.

Do you know what this is?

Look, Mike, I'm just doing Tony a favor, okay?

I was in the car heading to corporate.

He asked me to pick up a package.

That's all I know.

Uh...just have Tony send it back to me

though intercompany mail.

Will do.

( copy machine whirring )

Jane, could you stick that in the interoffice mail pouch?

I'm late for a meeting up at corporate.

Actually--

Send it to Mike Lechy at the Wilshire office.

I owe you one.

Don't talk to your boyfriend on the phone.

( laughs ) I'm not talking--

Can you hold on a second?

I don't know who that was.

Hey, boys. Glad you called.

We brought some toys, too.

Yeah? Great. Love it. Nice.

We scammed the place. It's clean.

Oh, great. Yeah. Well, of course it is. Come on.

Hey, look, I got the need to pee. I'll be back.

( buzzing )

( recorder clicks )

What a nice guy.

Yeah, what a tremendously nice guy.

And really confident.

He's the shit.

He's completely the shit. Icebreaker is the shit.

Oh. All right.

Got a present for you, man.

Nice. Let's see it.

- I think you'll like this. - Yeah?

Well, it's fucking Christmas Day. Let's see it.

All right.

Mm-hmm. ( chuckles )

( both laugh )

Whoo!

Where the fuck did you get this?

Where the fuck did you get this, huh?

When you have something for us, we'll have something for you.

- Yeah? - Later, Icebreaker.

- No! - We gots to go.

Oh, shit.

You told them about SAS?

How could you be so stupid?

Look, the plan was I start a dialogue.

Now, I did what I had to do to start a dialogue.

You told me you could deliver Mitnick.

But then you tell him about SAS?

Do you know what that means?

Mitnick will now do anything he can

to get his hands on that system.

Well, actually, Agent Rollins--

Which means we're gonna have

to shut the whole system down.

He's already-- He's already got it.

The system.

Lance--

I did my best.

Lance!

Where are you calling me from?

What?

Where are you calling me from?

My house. Why?

If you're Mitnick and Lowe,

what do you think would be the first phone number

that you would activate with the SAS system?

Hmm?

Might it not be yours?

Uh...

( phone bell dings )

( beep )

( dial tone )

Ah, shit.

Oh, man, that is awesome.

That is awesome.

Oh, dude, they're pissed at you.

They're gonna come knocking on the door looking for you.

My probation's up in three days.

Yeah, they're gonna come knocking in,

like, three days, minus two seconds.

I know.

( waves crashing )

Damn it!

( beep )

( tapping on keyboard )

( chimes )

Good morning, Osiris.

What time is your flight to Washington?

Good morning. 10:00.

You want me to drive you?

No.

You want some coffee?

Why don't you just stay here and sleep in?

Like I ever sleep in.

Listen to this.

"Combining technical wizardry

"with the ages-old guile of a grifter,

"Kevin Mitnick is a computer programmer run amok.

"and law enforcement officials

cannot seem to catch up with him."

"Now one of the nations most-wanted computer criminals,

"Mr. Mitnick is suspected of stealing software and data

"from more than a half a dozen

"leading cellular telephone manufacturers.

"coaxing gullible employees

"into giving him passwords and computer codes

that could be used to break into their computers."

"While he's thought to be living somewhere in Southern California,

"Mr. Mitnick--" ( chuckles )

Mister. I just can't get over that.

"...has eluded an FBI manhunt for more than a year and half,

"Justice Department officials say.

"Last year while a fugitive, he managed to gain control

"of a phone system in California that allowed him

to wiretap the FBI agents that were searching for him."

Kevin's on the front page of the "New York Times."

- He's a star. - Yeah.

He's a marked man, that's what he is.

He's got John Markoff to thank for that.

Why do they always use that ugly picture of Kevin?

He looks like a hit man or something.

What, do you want a more flattering picture?

Is that what you want? Why do you care?

( beeper beeps )

- This is great. - What?

It's Kevin.

Really?

He's back.

Did you read this?

Yeah. It's bullshit.

Yeah, maybe, but Washington wants an arrest now.

Well, the article even says there's no proof it's Kevin Mitnick.

It's just this reporter hyping a story.

Mitch, it's the perception.

It's the perception that we're helpless against these hackers.

I just spent an hour in there

getting reamed by the director,

and the Attorney General of the United States no less,

for that very perception.

What do you want me to do, arrest him for violating his probation?

I don't know. It's up to you.

McCoy, I got real cases with real victims. I don't--

Mitch, Mitch, find Kevin Mitnick,

arrest Kevin Mitnick, then it's over.

Aren't you taking this cloak-and-dagger shit a little far, Kevin?

This is kinda creepy.

Thanks for coming, Alex.

I was worried about you.

Were you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was.

I need a favor.

I'm tired. I...

I need a place to crash for a couple weeks.

All right.

All right.

We thank Tsutomu Shimomura

for appearing before the committee today.

Mr. Shimomura is a computational physicist

and one of the country's leading experts

on computer security technology.

He's done consulting work with Fortune 500 corporations

as well as the State Department, the Defense Department

and other government agencies.

He's currently Senior Fellow

at the Super Computer Center,

the San Diego Super Computer Center,

at the University of California.

Mr. Shimura-- Mr. Shimomura,

please proceed with your demonstration.

What I have in my hand, Mr. Chairman,

is a cell phone sold by the Nokitel Corporation.

But really it's a flexible radio

controlled by a small computer.

That is...a scanner.

( static, faint voices )

Woman: Babe, can you make it to the beach house?

Margaret's still in Spain, right? With the kids?

Man: Come on, sweetheart. I'm needed up here on the Hill.

I mean, all this talk about cutting back--

Chairman: I think that will be sufficient.

Woman: Honey, I need to get on top of you.

Enough!

( laughter )

I just want to point out that the scanning features I just demonstrated

were put in by the manufacturer.

All I did was discover them.

Oh, bullshit.

( chuckles ) Yeah.

Who the fuck does he think he's kidding?

He's like, "Whoo, whoo! I just found them."

Mitnick: I mean, really, who the...

Mr. Chairman, in the future,

the public will increasingly find itself vulnerable

to prying ears--

( turns sound off )

What he meant to say was

"the unsuspecting public."

This guy bugs me.

Is he even an American? ( laughs )

( laughs ) Come on, man.

It's the same sanctimonious crap.

Ugh!

You know what I want?

I want that Nokitel code.

With that code, I can stay right ahead of the Feds.

I can hear 'em coming, and then I'm gone.

- Hey, babe. - Hey, honey.

- How are you? - I'm good.

You have a nice day?

Yeah.

Hello, Kevin.

So, did you go by Tim's house?

Yes, I did.

Did you feed his piranha fish?

Yes, I did! ( laughs )

( no audible dialogue )

( computers whirring )

( telephone rings )

( ring )

( ring )

Speak to me.

Uh, yes, is this Mr. Shimomura?

Who's this?

Right. Sorry. This is Phil Rondell

over at Sun Microsystems in Vegas.

- We met at Comdex. - Uh-huh.

Well, Mr. Shimomura, we here at Sun Microsystems

saw your testimony before Congress,

and we were pretty darned impressed.

A fine, wonderful piece of reverse engineering, by the way.

Well, thanks.

I'm really calling in regards to a certain advisory

you recently posted on sendmail vulnerabilities.

and quite frankly, I need some help trying to fix it.

Uh, Bill, I'm sorry. I have another call.

Can you hold on a second?

( laughs )

( beep )

So, Bill-- It is Bill, right?

Right. Yes, you got it.

Bill Rondell at Sun Microsystems?

Right-o. Now, if you just send me your e-mail address--

There is no Bill Rondell at Sun Microsystems.

If you're gonna try to con somebody,

the least you can do is get your story straight.

Is that so hard?

I mean, how lame are you?

( click, dial tone )

( banging )

Whoa. Whoa, man. What's the...

He said I was lame.

Kevin, he didn't know who you were.

He doesn't know it's you.

( telephone rings )

Speak to me.

Hey. Shimomura, speaking of stories,

are you still fucking that skinny girl?

What's her name? Julia.

I believe it's Julia, right?

Peter Maddox's old lady?

Peter's a friend, right? Let me ask you a question.

When you fucking her, does she ever call Peter's name?

I mean, that'd be pretty perverse, wouldn't it?

Who are you?

Someone who cares.

( hangs up phone )

You know what? That was really productive.

Don't start with me, Alex.

Look, all I'm saying, Kev, is that guy's not going to be easy.

It was a crank call, nothing more.

You didn't hear him.

Tomu, the thing between me an Peter, that's over.

It's been over. You know that.

( tapping on keyboard )

You're missing the point, Julia.

This is a guy who took the time and effort to find out about you.

Now, if he's good,

he can be looking into everything.

( beep )

( tapping on keyboard )

I better get going.

I've got a long night at the clinic.

( tapping on keyboard )

Later.

Bye.

You know, they can wait a little while.

( whirring )

( beeping )

( whirring )

( rapid beeping )

( telephone rings )

Don't you dare.

( ring )

( ring )

( ring )

Yes?

Who is this?

Hey, I got a new story for you.

It's the story of the nation's

top computer security expert.

Know what happens to him?

He gets hacked.

And, believe me, I got the story straight.

( beep )

( tapping on keyboard )

( beep )

( tapping on keyboard )

What?

Tomu?

( tapping on keyboard )

Come on.

( beep )

( tapping on keyboard )

You want to tell me what's going on?

( tires screech )

( tires screech )

( thunder rumbling )

Ah, good evening, Mr. Shimomura.

( whirring )

( tapping on keyboard )

( tapping on keyboard )

- ( beep ) - No way.

- ( beep ) - No fucking way.

( beep )

- ( beep ) - No fucking way.

35 cents? Fuck.

( groans )

( dial tone )

( device buzzes )

( dialing )

What's up?

Alex, you won't believe this hack, man.

Our brother Tsutomu's deep in toys.

I mean, Nokitel's just the tip of the iceberg.

Shut up, man, okay?

Now, listen,

There's a Crown Victoria across the street.

Total government car. It's been there all morning.

( dog barks )

They talk to you?

No. No, they're just--

They're like vultures, voyeurs.

You know they're watching.

Fucking Markoff and the "New York Times."

That's what this is about, that and SAS.

You switched the pair assignments, didn't you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the day I moved in.

Right now they're listening to the neighbors.

( telephone ringing )

Woman: Hello?

Second woman: Hey, did you hear about Jim's father?

Woman: The one that coaches Little League?

Second woman: Yeah. I heard he's only got one testicle.

Woman: Okay, well, Sam went in for a vasectomy.

He died of a blood clot.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

Fuckers are good.

Fuckers are real good.

( car engine starts )

They're leaving.

Do me a favor. Leave the back door open.

I'll see you later, okay?

I get paid to stay one step ahead of hackers.

It's my job to create the ultimate cure for the ultimate disease.

But the first step is to create that disease,

and I've done that.

And I named it Contempt.

Now, Contempt breaks down all known systems defenses.

Obliterates them completely.

- So it's a virus? - No.

You don't understand.

This is not just any attack virus.

Contempt understands that the Internet links infrastructure.

So, literally, in a matter of a few keystrokes,

you could bring a city, maybe even a country, to its knees.

You could overload phone lines, e-mail systems,

disrupt air traffic control,

black out a city,

scramble software used by hospitals and banks,

and nothing could stop you.

And now it's out there.

The hacker stole literally

thousands of files from Osiris:

research articles, papers, e-mails.

I save everything.

It'll take him less time to go through

the Manhattan phone book.

Odds are he was after the Nokitel code.

That'll keep him busy for a while.

You're gonna have to get help.

You're gonna have to tell people.

What?

Not about Contempt.

But Brad and these guys here,

I mean, they can help you track this guy.

Use them. Use me.

Because you were right.

You can't stop looking.

( chimes )

( chimes )

( chuckles )

( rock music blaring )

Lowe!

What?

Will you turn the fucking music sown, please?

Why?

( music stops )

God damn it. What's your problem, man?

Why don't you just ask me politely?

It's in my fucking house.

I could be so rich right now. I--

Right now, I could be on that computer this minute,

and I could take money from any bank in the--

anywhere, in the country,

and I could put it into any account that I want to,

and I don't!

I don't!

And I get that!

I'm not-- I'm not John Dillinger.

"Warrant was issued..."

You scare them, that's all, man.

( sighs )

Come on. You're reading their e-mail.

Sergeant.

Let's do this quick and easy, all right?

You got it.

( helicopter passes overhead )

( glass shatters )

Somebody check the bedrooms.

Alex: Let us go, man! We got it! Damn it!

We got it, man!

We got it!

What's up?

Morning, Mr. Lowe.

Special Agent Gibson, FBI.

( beeping )

( car alarm beeps )

( chuckles ) Hey.

Hey, buddies.

( beeps )

Come on.

What's going on here?

What?

What the hell is going on here?

What the fuck is going on here?

Fuck.

That little fucker.

( click )

Woman, on tape: Saturday, 8:34 P.M.

( beep )

Man, on tape: Mr. Shimomura, I'm the best.

My boss is number one.

I know sendmail technique.

Hey, you! Your kung fu no good!

You be naughty boy, huh?

( grunting )

Don't you know me?

Me and my friends will kill you.

( beeping )

( beep )

( dialing )

This is Osiris in my bedroom,

the machine where I keep the Nokitel code

and other sensitive material.

Now, this is Ariel,

on my desk in the center here.

Now, Osiris can't talk to the world.

She can only communicate to Ariel.

Ariel, in our parlance, is a firewall.

( dialing )

( siren )

( dialing )

Ariel, in turn, is connected to the Internet, via modem.

And it was Ariel whose log files

began to be subject starting at 10:49 P.M.

to several deletions.

Now, he got through to Ariel,

which is password protected.

Bad enough.

But to get through to Osiris, not possible.

The four-minute mile. Not possible.

( beep )

( static )

We're talking about a lot of money here, man.

Make it happen. We delay, we lose the deal.

Man: I've been making it happen.

Nobody knows better than I do what a delay--

Holy shit.

Last night I found a piece of code

left behind on Osiris

by someone interested in finding out

if any of the files contained

the sequence "i-t-n-i," as in Mitnick.

You think Mitnick did it?

You cracked the Nokitel code?

I got it.

Now I just need pictures of the feebs.

You know what else is weird, Tomu?

What?

The phone call announcing the hack.

What about it?

Why did you even get it?

- ( cell phone rings ) - Gibson.

Agent Gibson, this is Warren Fox.

I'm an investigator at the California

Department of Motor Vehicles.

Okay.

Well, about 30 minutes ago,

I got a call from someone saying he was you.

What did he want, this caller?

He requested photographs

of a dozen bureau agents,

including his own.

In a perfect hack, the victim

doesn't even know that he's been hacked, right?

Mm-hmm.

So this guy just called to gloat?

To rub your nose in it?

That would imply to me that it's either someone that you know

or someone that you've really pissed off.

Try everybody, Julia.

I love you, too, Brad.

You got a weird way of showing it, boss.

This guy's smart. Check this out.

The number he gave us was an FBI fax number.

But when we were faxing the cover sheet,

we noticed the remote fax

said he was a copy center in Culver City.

The guy simply just call-forwarded the number.

( chuckles )

Give me the address of that place, will you, Warren?

You think that's addressed to me?

You're right. It's addressed to "A. Cocksucker."

Uhh!

( panting )

Uhh.

( groans )

Uhh! Ow!

Uhh!

Uhh.

- Uhh! - ( growls )

( groans )

( sighs ) Son of a bitch.

( barks )

Fucking Nazi.

Uhh!

( panting )

- ( grunts ) - ( barks )

Fuck!

- Fuck. - He's gone.

Fucker.

Woman, on P.A.: Flight 291 to Seattle

now boarding at Gate Three.

Are you typing?

Are you typing when you talk to me?

- I'm not typing. - Are you sure?

'Cause if you're typing when you talk to me,

that's extremely rude.

I would never be rude.

It's totally rude to type when you're talking to somebody.

Hey, can you say where you are?

No.

You're typing.

Will that be window or aisle?

What?

You know how it is.

I like to travel light.

Pourquoi?

Are you checking your luggage?

The way I look at it,

the Internet's just a personal storage facility.

( laughs ) Do us a favor, all right?

- Yeah. - Just don't get caught.

You can't catch what you can't see.

Man, on tape: You be naughty boy, huh?

( grunting )

Don't you know me?

Me and my friends will kill you.

- Are there any questions? - Yeah.

Would you comment on the speculation

that this break-in is the work of Kevin Mitnick?

No. No comment on that.

Is he after the Nokitel code you presented to Congress?

That would be a logical assumption

What else did they get?

Uh, that's confidential.

( laughing ) Not anymore.

Hey, what do you know that I don't?

I'm sorry, that's confidential.

Not for long.

Alex: You're looking good, baby. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you for inviting us.

Whoo!

Hey, weren't there supposed to be free doughnuts

or something like that?

Take a deep breath.

Step back, Tomu.

That's how you're going to beat them.

Mr. Shimomura!

Hi. Mitch Gibson, FBI.

- You got a minute? - Okay.

- Could it be Mitnick? - It could be.

It could be a number of people.

I've been trying to get a better grasp of you hackers,

what this subculture is all about.

I'm a hacker. Mitnick's a cracker.

Big difference.

Look,

I've been given a mandate to catch Kevin Mitnick.

For what crime? Damn if I know.

Yes, I think he's a punk

and capable of doing great damage,

but short of violating his probation

and unlawful flight--

Look, what's your name again? Agent--

- Mitch. - Mitch.

Do you understand any of this?

I mean, are you qualified to be handling this case?

You may look at me and think, "Oh, this guy.

He's just fucking stupid."

Huh?

"Don't have the time to bother with him."

But to you're way of thinking, I guess I am stupid.

But to my way of thinking,

really, that's all that matters here.

To my way of thinking,

I'm a guy with intelligence experience,

and you're just a desocialized computer geek.

Not including the pretty girlfriend, okay?

Mitch!

Mitch, what's up, baby?

Remember me?

That's Alex Lowe.

Close, personal friend of Kevin Mitnick.

Hey, Tomu! Number one! Super speed!

If I was a betting man, he's the one

who left the message on your machine.

Your kung fu style very good!

I think we got off to a bad start.

So, I know you can help me.

Maybe I can help you.

Hear me out, okay?

Hmm.

Alex: Come on, Kevin. Know what I'm saying?

My stepfather was radical Jewish Defense League.

Bastard was hardcore.

"An eye for an eye," all that shit.

Get this. He used to take Adam and me

out to the desert for target practice.

He'd put up these large, life-size Hitler posters,

and we'd blast 'em--

- Did you see this? - What?

What are you looking at? Where?

Tar file.

A directory named Contempt.

Some of the code is encrypted.

What is this?

Shit. I don't know.

This is like no kind of code I've ever seen before.

What have we got here, Tsutomu?

( buzzing )

Looks like some worm and virus code

all rolled into one.

Or some stealth attack code.

But I don't see any government quantifications.

In fact, there's no propriety designation of any kind.

There's no FBI, no CIA, no NSA.

Which is weird. The "G" usually likes to take credit, you know?

I don't think he did it for Big Brother.

Come on.

That doesn't make any sense.

What, he would do it for himself?

Why would he do that?

Because he can.

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks for telling me.

I didn't know.

Hey.

Can I get you anything else?

Uh, yeah. Another espresso, please.

Reading about cyber terrorists?

First Amendment Freedom Fighters.

I think this is like the Contras and the Sandinistas.

It's all a perspective thing.

Well, anything anti-Big Brother

is probably good, don't you think?

Yeah, I'd have to agree with that.

Well, I'll get your espresso.

Hey.

I think, uh...

in the interest of a free and open society

that we should continue this conversation.

You're on.

I'm Karen, by the way.

( cell phone rings )

( beep )

Yes?

This is in Seattle?

Right.

Right.

You confirmed the MINs?

Jake, give me a number. I'll call you back in an hour.

Woman, on P.A.: Flight 719 from Los Angeles

has just arrived at Gate Six.

- Mr. Tomu? - Yeah.

Jake Cronin, Cellular One Fraud Division.

( thunder )

( ship's horn blares )

( thunder )

Whoa!

Whew!

Hey, 15 minutes ago, the sun was out.

Yeah, and in half an hour, it will be again.

Welcome to Seattle.

Huh.

So, for the past two weeks,

I've been tracking a suspect

who's been hijacking customers' cellular phone numbers.

You know, cloning MINs.

Well, the bills were approaching $10,000.

When I checked the numbers he's calling,

it's mostly modem breath.

He's hacking.

So this morning,

I went out with a cellscope,

I cruised the district,

and I got lucky.

The cellscope identified a suspect MIN in use.

I tracked the call to an apartment on Brooklyn Avenue.

What makes you think this guy's my cracker?

Well, when I locked onto the call,

I recorded it.

Check this out.

( thunder )

Kevin, on tape: Did you see Tsutomu? Front page of the "Times."

Alex, on tape: You were front page of the "Times."

Kevin: Yeah, but he's a hero.

Me? I'm public enemy number one.

Where's the justice?

Alex: Think about it, man.

The whole article's a bunch of shit.

20 million computers at risked of being hacked...

like they weren't before.

( ejects tape )

It's pretty obvious that's your guy.

Hey.

Hey.

You want to go?

We ran Brian Merrill and got a TRW, but...

he's got no library fines,

no W-2s, no 1099s.

So it's pretty clear that what we're dealing with here is a legend.

So, after conferring with Mr. Shimomura,

we've decided to proceed under Section 61-A

and draw a circle around

reasonable-believed suspect

fugitive Kevin Mitnick.

I mean, I think the First Amendment is pretty significant.

You know, it has value.

Couldn't agree with you more.

I'm just not sure what, you know,

hackers breaking into the DMV or whatever

have to do with the First Amendment.

Well, I think the public has a right to know what's going on,

with everything.

I mean, who are you going to trust?

You gonna trust Big Brother?

Are you going to trust corporations

who think they're looking out for you?

Think of hacking as a public service.

If I knew all hackers were that altruistic, I would.

But you have to admit there's a seriously

creepy voyeur-type thing going on.

I mean, the whole concept

of looking into someone else's stuff is creepy.

It's usually not that way.

It's usually done in self-defense.

Want an ice cream?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

( thunder )

Okay, fan out.

Sounds like you really admire this guy Melrick.

Mitnick.

Mitnick.

( laughs ) No, I don't admire him. I...

I don't know. I feel compassion for him, I guess.

Why is that?

Well, he must feel all alone out there.

And he's being hunted.

He's being hunted down like...

like a rabid dog and...

you know, being a fugitive has to change a person.

- Hey, Brian? - Mm-hmm.

Where are we going?

No idea. Race you, though.

( laughs ) Hey!

( laughs )

- Hey! - Ha ha ha ha!

( thunder )

( police radio chatter )

( thunder )

We should have waited.

( laughs )

Hey.

( laughs )

( sighs )

- Sorry. - It's okay.

You ever scan?

Scan?

Scan. You know, like we were talking about earlier?

I want to show you how. It's not creepy.

Basically you can program this like a computer.

Normally it's programmed to be a phone,

but with a little modification

it becomes a scanner.

So you scan what?

You go up and down the frequencies

till you find a conversation.

You learn things, lots of things.

Brian, you know what? I'd rather not.

Just bear with me. I think you'll like it.

( beeping )

( static )

Man: If I catch you with him again,

I'm going to fucking kill you!

Woman: It was an accident that I ran into him!

He saw me in the parking lot

and wanted to show me his new car!

Man: Don't keep lying to me!

( arguing continues )

Man: What does it fucking matter?

Woman: Are you threatening me?

Man: I'll come over there and I'll tear your fucking throat out!

Or maybe I'll just smash your fucking head in!

Woman: Oh, this is great.

( beep )

( chuckles )

That wasn't such a good one.

( laughs )

No, but I'm sure there are some really good ones--

( clears throat )

...where you can learn a lot.

( thunder )

Listen, Brian, I think I'm going to have a pop quiz tomorrow,

and I have my shift at the coffee shop,

so I was just thinking...

...maybe I should crash.

You know, my mom was a waitress.

Really?

Yeah. She was a bitch, too.

( scoffs )

( thunder )

( thunder )

( siren, tires screech )

( police radio chatter )

( police radio chatter )

( siren in distance )

Kevin? We need to talk.

( tires screech, horn honks )

Uhh!

Uhh!

( tires screech, horn honks )

( grunts )

( grunts )

( grunts )

What?

What? What do you want from me?

You stole from me!

What the fuck do you want?

You know what I want! You got my files!

What else do you fucking want from me?

- You stole from me! - I don't even know you!

This guy stole my wallet! Right here!

Give him back his wallet, man.

I don't even know him!

He stole my fucking wallet!

- Give him back his wallet. - I don't have his wallet.

Get off me, you asshole!

Give him back his wallet.

Aagghh!

( sighs )

( exhales )

Man, on P.A.: Your attention please.

The Number Four bus to Spokane...

...scheduled to arrive at 8:00 A.M. has been delayed.

Where am I?

Let's say somewhere less rainy than Seattle.

You sound tired.

Yeah, well, I am, Alex.

I don't know. This thing sucks.

The whole fucking thing just sucks.

Why the hell would Tsutomu be there anyway?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You know what, Alex?

You're a lot of fucking help right now.

Hey, hey, don't get pissed off at me, man.

I'm on your side, you know?

I know, I know.

The wolves are at the door, they're knocking,

you sound like you could give a shit.

Hey, what happened with that virus code

of Shimomura's we were looking at?

It's really, really dense. I don't know.

I know one thing-- He cared a hell of a lot about it.

Most of the source is encrypted.

You know what you could do

is you could just put it on the Net

and make it community property.

Yeah, that's crossed my mind.

You could just get the fuck out of the country.

You know, Alex,

If I go, I'm not going to able to come back.

It might come to that,

but I'm going to crack that damn code first.

You're running out of time, Kevin.

I just have to know.

( bell tower tolling )

Look, Kevin, we both know, man,

that Shimomura did work for the NSA, right?

So, it's safe to assume-- Mm-hmm.

...that the Contempt code

is encrypted in 56-bit.

You know what that means, don't you?

There's, like, 37 trillion possible combinations

of encryption on that code.

So, with your little computer,

it's going to take you,

oh, about a hundred years or so,

give or take a decade,

to crack that code.

I know that, Alex.

But I was thinking more along the lines

of using 10,000 state-funded university computers

to crack the code.

Ah.

Man on radio: And the pitch...

ball two.

Hey, buddy?

Evening, Ray.

I don't usually see you computer guys

this late during the summer.

This is late?

I'm usually here when Andy's on. That's late.

I'm T.A.'ing a class next semester,

and it's gonna be busy as hell.

I'm sure you know how that is.

- Oh, yeah. - All right.

Have you got your I.D.?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry about that.

( yawns )

I'm sorry.

Oh...

Just bring it next time.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Thanks.

Night, Martin.

Tsutomu, echoing: Mitnick is good.

He's better than good, but he's not perfect.

He's not a machine.

( handle rattling )

( chimes )

Somewhere, he's made a mistake.

I need to find that mistake.

( tapping on keyboard )

We look for patterns by cross-referencing

the data from my hack

with the Brian Merrill phone records.

( whirring )

I'm now certain he's using Netcom as his main provider.

And I bet the log-in times we track

will match one of their client accounts,

an account Mitnick has probably hijacked.

Man: Mr. Shimomura,

the log-in times you sent us

did match one of our client's accounts.

The account belongs to a G. Kremen,

a 52-year-old divorced advertising exec

from Minnesota.

Julia: Perfect.

Probably reads his e-mail once a month.

Right now, he's at a telenet session.

The other party is somewhere inside Israel.

Did you say Israel?

Positive.

JSZ is somewhere inside Israel.

Nokitel.

Martin has to be our boy.

Ron, any way to trace Martin's P.O.P.?

I can try.

( tapping on keyboard )

Just keep typing, dipshit.

Oh, please.

Okay, check it out.

In the course of six hours,

he's dialed in to...

Hawaii, Boston,

Port-of-Spain, Dallas.

Man, it's teleportation!

Ron, we just need his real P.O.P.

Just stay online a little longer. Come on.

Come on!

Damn it!

( beeping )

Local call. No area code.

I got it!

P.O.P is in Raleigh-Durham

- You sure? - Yes.

Your boy's in North Carolina.

Mr. Shimomura, Special Agent Gibson

has kept me apprised every step of the way.

But this is not about computer security.

It's law enforcement.

Tsutomu: Agent Rollins, I'd like to stay involved,

if that's all right.

Well, I...

I understand that, sir,

uh, but I'm sorry.

I cannot authorize civilians going along

on what has now purely become criminal apprehension.

I will, however, have everyone on this office

keep you informed.

- Thank you. - ( beep )

Oh, he's real thrilled we're coming.

- Who are you calling now? - ( horn honks )

Brad. He should have just arrived in Raleigh.

I don't know.

Something about this guy.

I mean, I was on this cellnet session yesterday,

and it's like he was watching me.

Alex: Listen to yourself, man.

Do you know what you saying?

No! Listen to me. He was there.

You're getting jumpy.

Like, how could he fucking figure out where you're at?

He was there.

Alex, listen to me. 9:00 A.M. tomorrow.

Don't forget... and don't be late.

( beep )

I have to tell you, I'm limited as to what

kind of call information I can give you.

- I'm not authorized. - You said that, Dan.

Look, Mr. Shimomura,

I understand why this is so important to you,

but I can't just give out that info.

You promised me over the phone you'd help.

I want to help, but what you're asking me for, I...

What you asking for, I could lose my job.

Dan I traveled over 3,000 miles,

and I'm not gonna leave here till I get--

You heard what he said, man?

He could lose his job.

At least show some respect.

You're the genius here.

Think about what you're doing, man.

Man, what's your--

Okay, Dan, how about this?

We look for the call for the Netcom P.O.P.

Specific times.

And we try to match them

to the sessions we already have.

Can we do that?

Can we do that, Dan?

Come on, Dan.

All right.

I can do that, I guess.

It took thinking.

Morning, Rachel.

How was your weekend, Mr. Fiori?

Oh, short.

Way too short.

( telephone rings )

That was fast.

( ring )

Computer Sciences.

Tom? Hey, is that you?

What the hell you doing answering your own phone?

Oh. Well, I, uh... Who is this?

Greg Munday, BEC. I'm your service rep.

Listen, Tom, I'm calling because we've had complaints

about the latest tape update that we sent out.

Are you having any problems?

Uh, no, not that I know of.

Hold on. Hey, Rachel!

We have any problems with last month's BEC update?

Well, see, this problem's

causing some systems to crash.

- Jesus. - Exactly...

which is why I'm sending

one of my maintenance guys by

to check out your machine.

His name's Joe. He should be there shortly.

I'll just feel a lot more comfortable

if he's been by to check out your system.

If there's any problem,

he's gonna find it and fix it.

'Cause we at BEC like to

stand behind our products, as you know.

Hi. Joe Turner,

Binary Equipment Corporation.

Okay.

Friday at 15:29.

Do you see 404-555-7332?

Duration: 44 minutes.

Yes, I have that.

Okay.

What a way to start a Monday, huh?

( beeps )

Okay, Joe, it's all yours.

Let me just try a different P.O.P.

It's the same day.

A call to 612-555-6400.

It's a 22:22

for 49 minutes.

( beeps )

I have it.

( tapping on keyboard )

( stops typing )

Rachel. Hi.

God. Just in time.

Would you do me a favor?

Get me a cup of coffee, please?

- Sure. - Thank you.

( tapping on keyboard)

Do you see a call, Sunday,

it's at 02:21?

919-555-8900?

( beeps )

Yep.

Uh...

are they all going to the same cell site?

( tapping on keyboard )

( typing )

( beeping )

As a matter of fact, yes.

( pounds table )

So where is it?

Well...

Cell site 19.

It's outside the city, near the airport.

How big of an area is it?

It's a radius not larger than a mile.

Hey, Dan.

You ever go trolling?

Trolling?

Yeah.

Yeah. In the van.

Just like trolling for albacore.

Do you guys like fishing for real?

Because, you know, we could go...

You're all set.

Couldn't find a thing.

Hey, thanks, Joe. A lifesaver.

Goodbye, Nancy Drew.

Afternoon, folks.

I want to officially thank all of you

for your invaluable help with this matter.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, more importantly,

what I want to tell you is this.

We have a delicate situation here.

We're trying to build a case against Mr. Mitnick.

We want the case to hold up.

We want the case to hold up

even if he hires himself a Dershowitz,

or that wise-ass Johnnie Cochran--

Can you believe this shit, man?

...or Jerry-fucking-Spence shows up

walking all over us

because of one single little fucking

faggot detail we neglected to take care of!

Aye yi yi.

Okay. Do I make myself clear?

If we get warrants for everything, fine.

If we don't, we do nothing.

There'll be no discussions, no arguments,

just plain old fucking compliance.

We gather all the information.

We lay down the paper trail.

We will apprehend.

All right. Good day to you.

( whispering ) Fucking bullshit.

( car engine starts )

( car doors close )

Dan, if it's okay,

can Brad hang back here and use your phones?

Yeah, that's fine.

Brad, link up with Ron Bowie back at Netcom.

Monitor the Kremen account.

See when our guy's coming and going.

What exactly are we looking for?

A pattern.

I think our guys working from a cellular phone,

like he did in Seattle,

which means we can catch him.

( beeping )

10,000 computers at your command?

That's like your own super personal computer network.

Awesome.

What do you think your exposure is on this one?

None. With the system patch applied,

they can't tell when I'm logged on,

and there's no record.

That's awesome. That's awesome.

So what do you figure? How long to crack Contempt?

36...24 hours maybe.

Awesome!

Kevin: I'm a genius.

( tapping on keyboard )

What do you got there?

An inexpensive version of your cellscope.

It's not very directional,

but it'll pick up both forward and reverse channels.

How does a private citizen

get his hands on something like that?

I designed it.

Oh. Makes me a little nervous.

Will you read me those MINs, Julia?

555-0106.

Next.

555-0120.

Next.

( tapping on keyboard )

( beeping )

Got him!

Left here!

How's the signal?

Strong.

- Dan! - Shit!

- ( tires screech ) - ( air horn blares )

Jesus!

All right, slow down.

We're very close.

( beeping accelerates )

Tomu: This may be the complex.

Left.

Julia: Wow. It's close.

Tomu: Pull in here. Pull in here.

Tomu: This building.

Definitely this building.

Here.

Thanks.

There's plenty of cream and sugar somewhere in there.

If he goes outside--

We've got him on probation violation.

We just simply pick him up.

Do your people know to halt all cellular phone traffic?

We're gonna have all our transmission scrambled.

What do you think he's gonna do

when he hears a scrambled message?

( chuckles ) You got a point.

Well, in an hour or two, Gibson will be in front

of Federal Judge Dixon with a proffer.

And despite the fact we don't know

exactly which apartment he's in,

he'll probably okay it,

and with a warrant in hand, we can make the arrest.

( clears throat ) It's 3:00,

and I'm hoping we will have this whole thing wrapped up

by 10:00 or 10:30.

That'd be nice.

I wouldn't drink too much of that coffee.

At least we can keep tabs on him, huh?

( telephone rings )

( grunts )

Shit.

( beeping )

( modem connecting )

Modem.

I don't like it when I hear that sound.

Why?

All he needs to do is upload the file,

cache them someplace on the Net.

Last time, he used Netcom.

Next time, who knows?

He uploads his files,

he erases his hard drive,

and when the Feds knock on the door...

What?

Tomu, what?

Knocks on the door.

Yeah?

The knock on the door's the only warning he needs.

He uploads his files someplace else,

they just disappear,

and only he knows where they are.

No evidence.

But that's our window.

We can get the files back.

We just have to be in position by then.

What are you guys doing here?

Dan, I need a favor.

Anybody in Raleigh have a cell-site simulator?

What do you mean, like, to borrow?

Yeah.

I know a guy who knows a guy,

but he's not exactly a member

of the Better Business Bureau, you know?

( tapping on keyboard )

* Seems to lead me astray *

* What was he up to

* To somewhere far away

* He's so gentle

* He's so kind

* Please don't let him change his mind *

* What has the world come to *

* When Gandhi drops the bomb *

* And it keeps me

* Right here

* I've lost my sense of time *

* I knew you wouldn't mind after all *

* I'm right here where I belong *

* Yes, I'm right here

* Where I belong

Look,

you did not get this from me.

I do not want Kevin Mitnick coming after me.

( beeping )

We'll respect your privacy.

Privacy?

Never heard of it.

* I've lost my sense of time *

* I knew you wouldn't mind after all *

* I'm right here where I belong *

( beeping )

- Gibson said what? - They got the warrant.

They go at 9:30.

Rollins said 10:00

Man, to hell what Rollins said.

They go at 9:30.

Get your ass over there. They're running out of time.

( beep )

They ain't gonna make it, man!

They ain't gonna make it!

( beeping )

Tomu, Tomu, Tomu.

So this is what you're chasing.

Rollins: We've narrowed it down to about four apartments.

The second floor on this side,

and Special Agent Mitch Gibson here

will be using the cellular scanner

to make the sweep.

Once he locks in, we move in.

( tapping on keyboard )

They're on the second floor.

Almost there. Almost there. Just a couple more seconds.

( beeping )

Come on.

( scanner beeping slowly )

( slow beeping )

( slow beeping )

( beeping increases )

( tapping on keyboard )

( fast beeping )

( rapid beeping )

( whispering ) Get Rollins.

( tapping on keyboard )

I think they're there.

* It's all that he wants

* It's all that he wants

* It's all that he wants

* It's all that he wants

* It's all that he wants

* Is a minute with you

This is gonna be good.

( tapping on keyboard )

Here comes Rollins.

( cocks gun )

Okay?

Who's there?

FBI! Open up!

Let's go, Mitnick!

Oh, Christ.

( tapping on keyboard )

( beeping )

( modem connecting )

I'm gonna share your dirty tool, Tsutomu.

The world has a right to know.

( beep )

Aprés moi.

The deluge, eh?

One, two, three.

Fuck.

Can I help you? Whoa! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You're under arrest.

Man: In Raleigh, North Carolina,

the world's most-wanted computer hacker

was zapped into a federal courthouse today...

Woman: ...was arrested early Wednesday...

Man: ...led the FBI on a chase

that spanned over two years...

Mitnick was tracked down

by computer security expert Tsutomu Shimomura...

Woman: Kevin Mitnick is accused of the cyber theft

of information worth more than a million dollars...

Man: ...and at the time of his arrest,

the FBI's most-wanted computer criminal.

Kevin Mitnick has become a symbol

of the insecurities of the information age.

( door closes, locks )

Kevin.

Thanks for letting me visit.

I just wanted to get a chance to meet you.

Sorry it had to be like this.

( scoffs )

What happened to my...

( chuckles )

The files, what happened to them?

I had a cell phone simulator in my car,

outside your apartment.

When you thought you were talking to Netcom,

you were talking to me.

I took the upload.

You were the machine.

Yes, I was.

Kevin, why do you do it?

The question's how.

The question's always how.

Let me ask you a question.

Okay.

Why am I in here and you're not?

Hmm?

No answer?

Why am I in here and you're not?

What did I do that was so bad?

And what did you do that was so good?

I cracked that virus code.

You know, what I did was wrong,

and I know that now.

All that research, I destroyed it. It's gone.

Very touching. Glad you can sleep at night.

You want to know why you're in here, Kevin?

I got this in the mail.

It's a bill from a company

that specializes in bondage accessories

for $29,450.

You're no victim.

I didn't do that.

- Ha. - But I know who did.

Yeah, it's just a game to you guys, isn't it?

Yeah, sometimes, yeah.

Prey on people. Take advantage of them.

Since when did you respect anyone?

( slams receiver )

Guard.

Guard!

Oh, yeah! That's right! You walk away!

You go home, motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

Well...

it's finally over.

Are you glad you went?

Glad? No.

He's in there because of me.

( beep )

( beep )

That can't be. I just deposited a check.

( buzzing )

Stupid machine just ate my card.

( beeping )

( rock music playing )

* Word slips away and the melody just crumbles *

* The well is dry now once again *

* Bass and guitars are dumb, the silence makes me humble *

* Our hopes are running down the drain *

* Skies of the future look so overcast *

* The time for you and me has rock 'n' rolled on by *

* But their neglect has brought some solitude *

* And loveless days on the rack *

* No lullaby can save us from this place *

* We need a hit for the man *

* It's an oasis of perverted arrogance *

* Nothing but pretense and cold noise *

* The scene is desiccated, rusted and decayed *

* To drag us down their only joy *

* We need a bigger hook to pull us from this pond *

* A special beat they can't ignore *

* We'll thumb our noses and we'll e-mail our regrets *

* Short list of "thank-yous" to be sure *

* No lullaby can save us from this place *

* We need a hit for the man *

* Yeah, we've got to get out of here *

* For them to realize what we've been all along *

* They're keeping us in a stranglehold *

* They'll never bury us, we're coming on real strong *

* Yeah, we've got to get out of here *

* I'd never hesitate to take each one of them on *

* They will never acknowledge us *

* But they will when we're gone *

( song ends )