The Fifth Estate Page #3

- Exactly.

It's impossible that

one judge in California

can make it all disappear.

It's out now.

Well, remember what

Solzhenitsyn said.

"No one can bar

the road to truth."

And Solzhenitsyn

didn't even have Twitter.

I mean, whoever thought that

we'd need extra servers...

to fight censorship attacks

from the bastion

of free speech.

I sent leaks to our

mirror sites. You should...

Having fun making history

instead of reading about it?

Yeah. And there's a new WIRED

blog you should post as well.

Let's have a look.

Yeah, but if

Julius Bar really believes

that censoring one website...

will solve their problems...

they just don't understand

how information flows

in the 21st century.

I mean, look...

Our mirror sites

make it impossible...

for the bank to put the genie

back in the bottle.

Of course,

we're happy that the EFF

and the ACLU are behind us.

But to be honest,

the court of public opinion...

has already ruled in our favor.

Some French hackers

donated domains.

Mmm.

Send the links to Bellman,

he'll blast the LISTSERV.

Yeah, no.

But, with an organization

the size and scale

of WikiLeaks...

grassroots support is vital.

Move the U.S. primaries

to page three

to make room

for the Diana inquest.

Yes, yes, yes.

Diana still sells newspapers.

Can't afford reporters?

Grab a story off the wire...

give it a little scrub,

drop it in the paper.

Twenty-first century

churnalism at its finest.

Is this how

you're chatting up the totty

in your golden years?

Well, I certainly

can't impress them...

with some of the stories

rattling around

the mainstream media

echo chamber.

The women I meet

are smart enough to know

what they're missing out on.

I assume you're gonna tell us

what that is?

I'll leave that to Mr. Assange

and his merry band

of programmers.

We have to help them, Alan.

The Guardian,

The Times, CBS are all linking

to our mirror sites.

Listen to this.

"The Bank's injunction

has brought an obscure group

"of dreamers to prominence...

"paradoxically generating

more attention...

"for their apparently

uncensorable leaking machine.

"And the bank's clients

may now face prosecution

"in Germany, the US..."

Can you believe it?

Actual justice

for those a**holes.

That's great.

That's great.

Wow.

The judge must have lifted

the injunction.

Look, we're back online.

Holy sh*t.

- We won.

- Mmm-hmm.

We took down

a billion-dollar bank.

- This is crazy.

- I know.

We have to celebrate.

Yeah, we should, uh...

We should...

I don't know,

order some beers or something.

No, with everyone.

With Bellman, Jay Lim,

everybody else.

This was a team effort.

We should get on Skype

or something.

Oh, I don't know.

It's quite late, actually.

Come on. I just got

an email from Bellman.

And I was chatting with

Jay Lim 15 minutes ago.

Okay, it's probably time that

you met everyone face-to-face.

Maybe not in here.

Let's go inside.

I don't get it.

It says I called...

Are you Jay Lim?

- And Bellman?

- Yep.

How many volunteers do we have?

Hundreds.

We have hundreds of volunteers.

What?

We have hundreds

of email addresses.

That's not the same thing.

Look, every startup

exaggerates its size.

Otherwise,

why would people leak us

confidential information?

Two freaks

with a single server?

We only have one sewer?

Hmm, not as far as the outside

world is concerned, no.

Look, Castro started

a revolution with 82 men.

It does not matter

how small you are...

as long as you have faith

and a plan of action.

I lied to dozens of reporters.

- Pff.

- Our source at Julius Bar.

Necessary fictions.

If Julius Bar knew that

they were up against

an army of two...

What? They would rub us out?

They're a bank,

they're not the mob.

Why have you been

using an alias, then?

Come on, Daniel.

It's a hack,

an inelegant solution.

It could've been so simple.

I've got a hundred friends

I could have called.

This is bullshit!

Friends, you can call friends.

Okay, I've got to...

show you something.

Where is it?

Where the hell is it?

Open it.

Read it. Read what's inside.

There were three of us.

Mendax, Trax, Prime Suspect.

Three boys with cartoon names,

off on a series

of harmless adventures.

Subversives, one and all.

And when the federal police

finally caught up with us...

Trax pled guilty...

and Prime Suspect, he turned

Crown Witness against me.

I remember waiting for that

verdict in this little room...

and pacing backwards

and forwards

in a figure eight

like a demented bee.

And I knew what life would

be like in a tiny cell and...

Stressful.

For real, why my hair

turned white.

You don't get far in this

world by relying on others.

People...

People are loyal until

it seems opportune not to be.

The tyrants we're up against

have men, money and guns...

and I don't have an army

to fight them with.

All I've got is a website,

a couple of fake

email addresses and...

And you.

Do I have you?

The firewall

of Chinese censorship

was punctured this week...

as WikiLeaks

published 35 videos

of the Tibetan protest...

which quickly went viral.

Following the fire

at the Monju reactor...

officials played down

the extent of the damage...

and denied the existence

of any footage

of the sodium spill.

The video, now streaming

on the WikiLeaks site.

The documents,

the so-called

Bibles of Scientology...

have been collected

and published on WikiLeaks...

and they do little to change

the minds of skeptics.

And they had elected a fellow

by the name of Xemu...

uh, could be

spelled X-E-M-U...

to the Supreme Rulah,

and they were about

to un-elect him.

I mean, this guy founded

a goddamn religion.

It's gobsmacking, isn't it?

We're trying to expose

what the members

have to go through.

Um, there are memos on the

introspection rundowns, uh...

forced isolation, you know,

regulation of meals...

Six Apart would love to do

a piece on this, sir.

Do you have a French spokesman

I can follow up with in Paris?

The hallowed Guardian,

gracing us with their presence.

Look, a young Woodward

and Bernstein.

Excuse me.

Now look at this.

Hustling for a story,

trying to get the world

to pay attention.

I should be working for him.

At the rate

they're sacking journalists,

you might not have a choice.

It sounds like you're trying

to put us out of business.

I just want you to do

your job properly.

If you can't, someone needs

to pick up the slack.

Oh, is that what you're doing?

Look, anyone can take

a bundle of information...

and toss it up on a website

and call it news.

And people buy our papers

for something a little

more discerning.

People are still

buying your paper?

Look, look, look, gentlemen,

we're on the same page.

This is citizen journalism,

Ian.

It's like a new nervous system.

Looks like it's a bit twitchy.

Yeah, well,

getting 10,000 hits an hour

can do that to you.

By the way,

how is your website doing?

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