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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 )