Takedown Page #3

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Leave the 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 cure

for the ultimate disease.

But the first step

is to create that disease.

I've done that.

And I named it "Contempt. "

Contempt breaks down

known system defenses.

Obliterates them completely.

So it's a virus.

No.

You don't understand.

This is not just

any attack virus.

Contempt understands the

Internet links infrastructures,

so in a few keystrokes,

you could bring a city,

maybe a country, to its knees.

You could overload phone lines,

disrupt air-traffic control,

black out a city,

scramble software used by 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-mail.

I save everything.

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.

- What?

- Not about Contempt.

But Brad and those guys here

can help you track this guy.

Use them.

Use me.

Because you were right.

You can't stop looking.

- Lowe!

- What?

Could you turn the f***ing

music down, please?

All right!

What's your problem?

Why don't you ask politely?

It's in my f***ing house!

I could be so rich right now.

Right now, I could be

on that computer this minute.

I could take money from any bank

anywhere in the country.

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 John Dillinger.

"Warrant was issued. "

You scare them.

That's all, man.

Look, come on, you're

reading their e-mail.

Sergeant?

Let's do this quick and easy.

Will somebody check

the bedrooms?

We're going down, man!

We got it!

We got it, man!

We got it!

What's up?

Morning, Mr. Lowe.

Special Agent Gibson, FBI.

Hey.

Hey, buddies.

Come on.

What's going on here?

Sh*t.

Come on. What?

What the hell's going on here?

What the f*** is going on here?

That little f***er.

Saturday, 8:
34 P. M.

Mr. Shimomura, I'm the best.

My boss is number one.

I know sendmail technique.

Hey, you!

Your Kung Fu no good!

You been naughty boy.

Don't you know me?

Me and my friends will kill you.

This is Osiris in my bedroom.

This is the machine where

I keep the Nokitel code.

This is Ariel on my desk

in the center here.

Osiris can't talk to the world.

She only communicates to Ariel.

Ariel is the firewall.

Ariel, in turn, is connected

to the Internet via modem.

It was Ariel whose log files

began to be subject to deletion.

Now, he got to Ariel,

which is password protected.

But to get to Osiris.

Not possible.

The 4-minute mile.

Not possible.

We're talking about

a lot of money here.

Make it happen.

We delay, we lose the deal.

I am making it happen.

Nobody knows better than me

what a delay would mean,

and I don't need you

to point it out.

Last night, I found a piece

of code left behind on Osiris

by someone interested

in finding out

if any of the files contain

the sequence "I-T-N-I, "

as in Mitnick.

You think Mitnick did it?

- You cracked the Nokitel code?

- I got it.

Now I need pictures

of the Feebs.

You know what else is weird?

What?

The phone call

announcing the hack.

What about it?

Well, why did you even get it?

- Gibson.

- This is Warren Fox.

I'm an investigator

at the California Department

of Motor Vehicles.

I got a call from someone

saying he was you.

What did he want?

He requested photographs

of a dozen Bureau agents,

including his own.

In the perfect hack, the victim

doesn't even know, right?

Mm-hmm.

So, this guy called to gloat?

To rub your nose in it?

That would imply

it's someone 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,

the fax said he was at

a copy center in Culver City.

The guy just simply

call-forwarded the number.

Give me the address

of that place, would you?

I think that's addressed to me.

You're right. It's addressed

to "A. Cocksucker. "

Oh!

Come on. Go, go.

Son of a b*tch.

F***ing Nazi.

F***!

F***.

Keep going.

F***er.

Are you typing?

- Are you typing?

- I'm not typing.

Are you sure?

Because that's extremely rude.

I would never be rude.

It's rude when you're

talking to somebody.

Can you say where you are?

No.

You're typing!

Will that be window or aisle?

What?

You know how it is.

I travel light.

Pourquoi?

Are you checking your luggage?

The way I look at it, the

Internet's a storage facility.

- Do us a favor, all right?

- Yeah.

Just don't get caught.

You can't catch

what you can't see.

You been naughty boy, huh?

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.

Was he after the Nokitel code?

That would be

a logical assumption.

What else they get?

That's confidential.

Not anymore.

Hey, what do you know?

I'm sorry.

That's confidential.

Yeah, not for long.

You're looking good, baby.

Thank you.

Thank you for enlightening us.

Whoo!

Hey, weren't there

supposed to be free doughnuts?

Take a deep breath.

Step back, Tomu.

That's how

you're gonna beat him.

Mr. Shimomura!

Hi.

Mitch Gibson, FBI.

Got a minute?

Okay.

Could it be Mitnick?

It could be

a number of people.

I've been trying to get

a better grasp of you hackers.

I'm a hacker.

Mitnick's a cracker.

That's a big difference.

Look, I've been given

a mandate to catch Mitnick.

For what crime?

Damned if I know.

He's a punk and capable

of doing damage,

but short of violating probation

and unlawful flight.

- What's your name again?

- Mitch.

Do you understand any of this?

I mean, are you qualified

to be handling this?

You may look at me and think,

"This guy is just stupid. "

Huh?

"I don't have the time

to bother with him. "

To your thinking, I am stupid.

But my way of thinking

is all that matters.

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.

Mitch!

Mitch, what's up, baby?

You remember me?

That's Alex Lowe.

Close friend of Mitnick's.

Hey, Tomu!

Number one on super speed!

If I was a betting man,

he left the message.

Your Kung Fu style very good!

I think we got off

to a bad start here.

I know you can help me.

Maybe I can help you.

Hear me out, okay?

Come on, Kevin.

Know what I'm saying?

My stepfather was radical

Jewish Defense League.

The bastard was "an eye

for an eye, " all that sh*t.

Get this.

He used to take Adam and me

for target practice.

He'd put up these large Hitler

posters, and we'd blast...

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