Whoa.
Whew!
Man, 15 minutes ago, the sun was out.
In half an hour, it will be again.
Welcome to Seattle.
So, for the past two weeks, I've been tracking a suspect
who's been hijacking cellular customers numbers.
You know, cloning MINs.
Well, their bills are approaching $ 10,000.
When I checked the numbers he's been calling, it's mostly modem breath.
So he's hacking.
So this morning, I went out with a CellScope,
cruised the districts, 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?
When I locked on to a call, and recorded it.
Check this out.
Did you see Tsutomu on the front of "The Times"?
- You were front page too. - Yeah, but he's a hero.
Me, I'm public enemy number one.
- Where's the justice? - The article's a bunch of shit.
20 million computers at risk of being hacked.
Like they weren't before.
It's pretty obvious that's your guy.
Hey.
You wanna go?
We ran Brian Merrill and got a T.R.W.
But... no library fines, no W-2's, no 1099's.
So, it's pretty clear, what we're dealing with here is a legend.
After conferring with Mr. Shimomura,
we decided to proceed under section 61-A
and draw a circle around reason to believe suspect, fugitive Kevin Mitnick.
I think the First Amendment is pretty significant.
You know, it has value.
I 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.
I think the public has a right to know what's going on.
With everything, I mean... who you gonna trust?
You gonna trust Big Brother?
You gonna trust big Corporations? 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 there's a seriously creepy, voyeur-type thing going on.
I mean, looking into someone else's stuff, it's creepy.
It's usually not that way. It's usually done in self-defense.
- You want ice cream? - Yeah.
Yeah?
Okay, fan out.
Sounds like you admire this guy Mulrick.
Mitnick.
No, I don't admire him.
I don't know... I feel compassion for him.
Why's that?
Well, he must feel all alone out there.
He's being hunted.
He's being hunted down 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.
Hey!
They should have waited.
Hey.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Do you ever scan?
Scan?
Scan. Like we were talking earlier.
I want to show you how. It's not creepy.
Basically, you 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 frequencies until you find a conversation.
You learn things. Lots of things.
Brian, I'd rather not.
Bear with me. I think you'll like it.
If I catch you again, I'm gonna kill you.
It was an accident that I ran into him.
He saw me and wanted to show me his new car.
I am not lying to you!
Don't keep lying to me!
Fucking mad!
Are you threatening me?
I'll tear your fucking throat out.
Or I'll just smash your head in!
Oh, this is great.
That wasn't such a good one.
No, but I'm sure there are some really good ones.
Where you can learn a lot.
Listen, I'm gonna 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.
Kevin? We need to talk!
What?
What'd you want from me?
- You stole from me! - What the fuck you want?
You know what I want! You've got my files!
What else you fucking want from me?
- You stole from me! - This guy stole my wallet!
- Give him his wallet. - I don't even know him!
- He stole my fucking wallet! - Bullshit!
I don't have his wallet.
- Give him back his wallet. - Get off me!
Give him back his wallet.
Where am I?
Let's just say somewhere less rainy than Seattle.
You sound tired.
Yeah, well, I am, Alex.
I don't know.
The whole fucking thing just sucks.
Why the hell would Tsutomu be there?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Yeah, you know what? You're a lot of help.
Hey, don't get pissed off at me.
I'm on your side, you know?
I know, I know.
The wolves are knocking,
you sound like you could give a shit.
What happened with that virus code of Shimomura's?
Well, it's really, really dense. I don't know.
I know one thing. He cared a lot about it.
Most of the source is encrypted.
You could put it on the Net and make it community property.
Yeah, it crossed my mind.
And you could just get the fuck out of the country.
If I go, I'm not gonna be able to come back.
It might come to that, but I'm gonna crack that code first.
You're running out of time, Kevin.
I just have to know.
Look, Kevin, we both know, man,
that Shimomura did work for the NSA, right?
So it's safe to assume
that the Contempt code is encrypted in 56-bit.
There's, like, 37 trillion possible combinations
of encryption in that code.
With your little computer, it's gonna take you
about 100 years or so, give or take a decade,
to crack that code.
I know that, Alex.
But I was thinking of using
10,000 state-funded university computers to crack the code.
Ah.
Hey, buddy?
Good evening, Ray.
Don't see computer guys this late during the summer.
This is late?
I'm usually here when Andy's on.
T.A. In a class next semester, and it's got me busy.
- I'm sure you know how that is. - Oh, yeah.
Have you got your I. D?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.
I'm sorry.
Oh, just bring it next time.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All right.
Thanks.
Good night, Martin.
Mitnick is good.
He's better than good, but he's not perfect.
He's not a machine.
Somewhere, he's made a mistake.
I need to find that mistake.
We look for patterns
by cross-referencing the data from my hack
with the Brian Merrill phone records.
I'm certain he's using Netcom as his main provider.
The log-in times will match one of their client accounts.
An account Mitnick has probably hijacked.
Mr. Shimomura, the log-in times you sent us
did match one of our accounts.
The account belongs to G. Kremen,
a 52-year-old divorced advertising exec from Minnesota.
Perfect.
Probably reads e- mail once a month.
He's at a telnet 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.
Any way to trace Martin's P.O. P?
I can try.
Just keep typing, dipshit.
Oh, please.
Okay, check it out!
In the course of six hours,
he's dialed into 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!
Local call.
No area code.
I got it!
P.O.P.'s in Raleigh-Durham!
- You sure? - Yes.
Your boy's in North Carolina.
Mr. Shimomura,
Special Agent Gibson has kept me apprised,
but this is not about computer security.
It's law enforcement.
Agent Rollins, I'd like to stay involved.
Well, I understand that, sir, but I'm sorry.
I cannot authorize civilians going on what has now become
criminal apprehension.
I will, however, have everyone keep you informed.
Thank you.
Oh, he's thrilled we're coming.
Who are you calling now?
Brad. He should have just arrived in Raleigh.
I don't know. There's something about this guy.
I was on this telnet session,
and it was like he was watching me.
Listen. Do you know what you're saying?
Listen to me. He was there.
You're getting jumpy. How could he 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.
I'm limited as to what information I can give you.
- I'm not authorized. - You said that.
Look, Mr. Shimomura,
I understand this is important, but I can't give out that info.
You promised me you'd help.
I want to help, but what you're asking me for,
I could lose my job.
I traveled over 3,000 miles, and I'm not gonna leave.
You heard what he said! 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 it...
Okay, Dan, how about this?
We look for the calls to the Netcom P.O.P.
Specific times.
We match them to the sessions we have.
Can we do that?
- Can we do that, Dan? - Come on, Dan.
All right. I can do that, I guess.
It took thinking.
Good morning, Rachel.
How was your weekend, Mr. Fiori?
Short. Way too short.
That was fast.
Computer Sciences.
Tom? Hey, is that you?
What you doing answering your phone?
Well, I...
Who is this?
Greg Mundy, B.E.C. Your service rep.
Tom, we've had complaints
about the latest tape update we sent out.
Are you having problems?
No, not that I know of.
Hold on.
Rachel, we having problems with last month's B.E.C. Update?
Well, this problem's causing some systems to crash.
Jesus.
Which is why I'm sending one of my maintenance guys by.
His name's Joe. He should be there shortly.
I'll just feel more comfortable if he's been by.
If there's any problem, he's gonna fix it
because we at B.E.C. Like to stand behind our products.
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.
Okay, Joe, it's all yours.
Let me just try a different P.O.P.
It's the same day.
It's a call to 612-555-6400.
It's at 22:22 for 49 minutes.
I have it.
Rachel, hi.
Just in time. Would you do me a favor?
Get me a cup of coffee, please?
- Sure. - Thank you.
Do you see a call Sunday?
It's at 02:21, 919-555-8900.
Yep.
Now, are they all going to the same cell site?
As a matter of fact, yes.
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 we could go.
You're all set. Couldn't find a thing.
Hey, thanks, Joe. Lifesaver.
Bye, 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,
what I want to tell you is this.
We have a delicate situation here.
We're trying to build a case against Mitnick.
We want the case to hold up.
We want the case to hold up even if he hires a Dershowitz
or that wiseass Johnnie Cochran.
Can you believe this?
He wants to take the case, or Jerry Spence shows up,
walking all over us
because of one single, little, fucking, faggot detail
we neglected to take care of.
Okay, do I make myself clear?
We get warrants for everything, fine.
If we don't, we do nothing.
There'll be no discussions,
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.
Fucking bullshit, man.
Dan, can Brad hang back here and use your phones?
Yeah, that's fine.
Link up with Ron Bowie at Netcom.
Monitor the Kremen account.
What are we looking for?
Patterns. Our guy's working from a cellular phone
like he did in Seattle, which means we can catch him.
10,000 computers at your command?
That's like your own computer network.
That's awesome.
What do you think your exposure is?
None.
With the system patch, they can't tell I'm logged on.
There's no record.
That's awesome. How long to crack Contempt?
36, 24 hours, maybe.
Awesome!
I'm a genius.
What do you got?
An inexpensive version of your CellScope.
It's not very directional, but it'll pick up both channels.
How does a private citizen get his hands on that?
I designed it.
Oh. Makes me a little nervous.
Will you read me those minutes, Julia?
555-0106.
Next.
555-0120.
Next.
Got him!
Left here!
- How's the signal? - Strong.
Dan!
Shit!
Jeez!
All right, slow down.
We're very close.
This may be this complex.
Left.
Wow, that's close.
Pull in here. Pull in here.
This building. Definitely this building.
Here.
Thanks.
There's cream and sugar.
If he goes outside...
We've got him on probation violation.
Your people know to halt cellular traffic?
Gonna have transmissions scrambled.
What do you think he'll do when he hears a scrambled message?
You got a point.
Well, in an hour or two,
Gibson will be in front of Federal Judge Dickson.
Despite the fact we don't know which apartment, he'll okay it.
And with a warrant, we can make the arrest.
It's 3:00, and I'm hoping we will have this 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.
Shit!
Modem.
I don't like when I hear that.
Why?
All he needs to do is upload the files, cache them on the Net.
Last time he used Netcom. Next time, who knows?
He uploads his files, erases his hard drive,
and when the feds knock on the door...
What?
Tomu, what?
Knock on the door.
Yeah?
The knock is the only warning he needs.
He uploads his files someplace else.
They just disappear, and only he knows where they are.
No evidence.
That's our window.
We can get the files back.
We just have to be in position by then.
- What are you doing here? - I need a favor.
Anybody in Raleigh have a cell-site simulator?
- What do you mean, 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?
Look, you did not get this from me.
I do not want Kevin Mitnick coming after me.
We'll respect your privacy.
Privacy? Never heard of it.
- Gibson said what? - They got the warrant.
- They go at 9:30. - Rollins said 10:00!
Then the hell with what Rollins said!
Get your ass there. We're running out of time.
They ain't gonna make it, man! They ain't gonna make it!
Tomu, Tomu, Tomu.
So this is what you're chasing.
We've narrowed it down to about four apartments
on 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.
They're on the second floor.
Almost there. A couple more seconds.
Get Rollins.
I think they're there.
This is gonna be good.
Here comes Rollins.
Okay.
Who's there?
FBI! Open up!
Let's go, Mitnick!
Oh, Christ.
Yeah.
Time to share your dirty tool, Tsutomu.
The world has a right to know.
Apr閟 moi...
...the deluge.
1, 2, 3. Fuck.
Can I help you? Whoa! Hey! Hey!
You're under arrest.
In Raleigh, North Carolina,
the world's most-wanted computer hacker...
Suspect Kevin Mitnick was arrested early Wednesday
at an apartment in Raleigh.
Led the FBI on a chase over two years...
Mitnick was tracked down
by computer-security expert Tsutomu Shimomura...
Kevin Mitnick is accused of cybertheft
of information worth more than a million dollars...
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.
Kevin, thanks for letting me visit.
I just wanted to get a chance to meet you.
Sorry it had to be like this.
What happened to my...
The files. What happened to them?
I had a cellphone 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?
No answer?
Why am I in here and you're not?
What did I do that was bad? What did you do that was good?
I cracked that code.
What I did was wrong, and I know that now.
And all that research, I destroyed it.
That's very touching. Glad you can sleep.
Do 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
for $29,450.
You're no victim.
I didn't do that.
But I know who did.
Yeah, it's just a game to you.
Yeah, sometimes.
Prey on people, take advantage?
Since when did you respect anyone?
Guard.
Guard!
Oh, that's right.
You walk away. You go home, motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Now it's finally over.
You glad you went?
Glad? No.
He's in there because of me.
That can't be. I just deposited a check.
This stupid machine just ate my card.