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: I said NO TEXT!! But since you HAD to look, he's the script to HACKERS: : UNITED ARTISTS PICTURES : presents : an IAIN SOFTLEY film : "HACKERS" : JONNY LEE MILLER : ANGELINA JOLIE : FISHER STEVENS : and LORRAINE BRACCO : music by SIMON BOSWELL : edited by CHRISTOPHER BLUNDEN MARTIN WALSH : production designer JOHN BEARD : director of photography ANDRZEJ SEKULA : executive producer IAIN SOFTLEY : co-producer JANET GRAHAM : written by RAFAEL MOREU : produced by MICHAEL PEYSER RALPH WINTER : directed by IAIN SOFTLEY : SEATTLE 1988 : EXT. FRONT YARD. DAY. : Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of : unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class : residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in : shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram : to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed : Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades : point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be : ambushed. Pan into a window in the kitchen. An : attractive woman in her thirties is making breakfast. : Now, in regular motion, the battering ram breaks open the : front door. The woman, startled, drops her spatula. : INT. MURPHY RESIDENCE. DAY. : WOMAN : (screams) : Oough! Ahhh! : SECRET SERVICE AGENT : (to others) : Upstairs. : Troops pour into the house. : WOMAN : What's going on? What's the matter? : Who are you? : The troops, and one or two trenchcoated agents, continue : entering the house and heading upstairs, still with rifles : ready. : WOMAN : Hey! : Upstairs, crowded in the narrow hallway, the troops : descend on a bedroom. : WOMAN : (off camera) : Dade! Dade! : AGENT : Knock it down. : The battering ram knocks down a bedroom door. : INT. COURTROOM. : The prosecutor, a woman of about forty, gives her closing : argument blandly. She'd rather be somewhere else. : PROSECUTOR : The defendant, Dade Murphy, who calls : himself "Zero Cool", has repeatedly : committed criminal acts of a malicious : nature. This defendant possesses a : superior intelligence, which he uses to a : destructive and antisocial end. His : computer virus crashed one thousand five : hundred and seven computer systems, : including Wall Street trading systems, : single handedly causing a seven point drop : in the New York Stock Market. : As she speaks, the camera pans across the court, panning : down and stopping on the defendant: eleven year old Dade : Murphy. : Fast forward to the sentencing. : JUDGE : Dade Murphy, I hereby fine your family : forty-five thousand dollars... : The court gasps, Dade's father winces : JUDGE : ...and sentence you to probation, under : which you are forbidden to own or operate : a computer or touch tone telephone, until : the day of your eighteenth birthday. : Now Dade winces, in fact we almost expect him to cry. : Opening credits roll to a backdrop of Dade and his family : and lawyer fighting through a gaggle of journalists and : photographers, in slow motion, and driving away. : SEVEN YEARS LATER. : Aboard a jetliner, Dade Murphy is staring blankly out the : window, wearing headphones. Exterior view from the : aircraft of approaching New York City. The view becomes a : direct overhead of the buildings and streets of the city, : which then metamorphoses (through animation) into chips : and digital signals on a stylised computer board. The : title logo. : INT. DADE'S ROOM. : Segue to Dade Murphy, now 18, wearing mirrorshades indoors : and at night, working on his new computer. His mother : calls him. : MRS. MURPHY : (off camera) : Dade? : DADE : Yeah, mom? : MRS. MURPHY : What are you doing? : DADE : (after a semi-pregnant pause) : I'm taking over a TV network. : MRS. MURPHY : Finish up, honey, and get to sleep. And happy : birthday. : INT. OTV STUDIOS. : In the OTV Studios security department, a phone rings, a : man answers nervously. : NORM : Security, uh Norm, Norm speaking. : DADE : Norman? This is Mr. Eddie Vedder, from : Accounting. I just had a power surge here at : home that wiped out a file I was working on. : Listen, I'm in big trouble, do you know : anything about computers? : NORM : Uhhmmm... uh gee, uh... : DADE : Right, well my BLT drive on my computer just : went AWOL, and I've got this big project due : tomorrow for Mr. Kawasaki, and if I don't get : it in, he's gonna ask me to commit Hari : Kari... : NORM : Uhhh.. ahahaha... : DADE : Yeah, well, you know these Japanese management : techniques. : (pause) : Could you, uh, read me the number on the : modem? : NORM : Uhhhmm... : DADE : It's a little boxy thing, Norm, with switches : on it... lets my computer talk to the one : there... : NORM : 212-555-4240. : Dade goes to work on OTV. He closes his eyes and a flurry : of half-second video clips from old TV shows flashes by. : He opens his eyes. His screen says ENTERING ARPS 331 and : then wipes to another screen. Automated Record Playback : System. There is a graphic representation of the : station's automatic videotape changer. Dade turns on his : TV set and turns to OTV. It is running a Rush-Limbaugh : type TV show. : COMMENTATOR : (on TV) : ...so-called American Indians, Latinos and : Blacks come from a genetically mediocre : stock... : DADE : Yak yak yak. Get a job! : Dade presses a key on his keyboard. The Video Changer : diagram lights up in red. At the station, a robotic arm : selects a videotape from a huge rack of thousands of : tapes. The "America First" tape slides out of the VTR and : is replaced by an episode of "The Outer Limits" as Dade : watches, drinks Coke and smiles, full of himself. : TV : You are about to experience the awe and : mystery, which reaches from the inner mind, : to... The Outer Limits. : DADE : Yesssss! : Suddenly, the ARPS screen is replaced by an ominous : message: : U HAVE TREAD : UPON MY DOMAIN & : MUST NOW SUFFER : WHO R U? : DADE : Hey! What? : He starts to type ZERO... : DADE : No, wait. : Dade types: : CRASH OVERRIDE. : WHO WANTS TO KNOW? : Dade's screen dissolves into: : ACID BURN : DADE : Unbelievable. A hacker! : Then the screen changes again: : ACID BURN : SEZ LEAVE B 4 : U R EXPUNGED : "The Outer Limits" suddenly flashes off. : DADE : Yeah, okay "Acid Burn", that's enough. : Dade starts hacking. Apparently so does Acid Burn. The : tape changer machines at OTV are swamped, sometimes : fighting over the same tape. The program on TV keeps : changing. : The message comes up on Dade's computer screen: : I WILL : SWAT U LIKE : THE FLY U R : More dueling tape changers, more half second video clips. : Another message. : I WILL : SNAP YOUR BACK : LIKE A TOOTHPICK : As the duel continues, Dade types back a taunt of his own: : MESS WITH THE BEST : DIE LIKE THE REST : One last from Acid Burn: : YOU ARE : TERMINATED : Then his own computer confirms for him that the connection : is terminated. : DADE : Shit on me! : Next morning. Mrs. Murphy is unpacking. Dade emerges : from his room in a housecoat. He makes a beeline (dodging : moving boxes) for the fridge. : MRS. MURPHY : Good morning. You unpack your stuff yet? : DADE : Mm-hmm. : MRS. MURPHY : Up all night again, huh? : DADE : Can this wait until both my eyes are open, : please? : Dade's mom picks up the phone, mocking a call to the : building superintendent. : MRS. MURPHY : Can I cut the electricity to his room so he'll : sleep normal hours? He's been playing with : his computer all night for a solid week. : (pause) : Well yes, he could be playing with himself. : Mmm hmm. Yes I'll ask. Dade, you like girls, : don't you? : DADE : Well, yeah, I just haven't found one as : charming as you yet. : MRS. MURPHY : You haven't been doing anything stupid, right, : Dade? : (louder) : Right, Dade?! : DADE : Right, mom. And I'm still a virgin! : Dade slams the bathroom door. Mrs. Murphy quickly checks : his room. Dade is showering. : MRS. MURPHY : (angry, through the bathroom door) : You hooked it up to the phone, didn't you? : Dade! Turn the shower off! You screw up : again and you won't get into college! : She pauses and regains some of her cool. : MRS. MURPHY : I'm sorry we had to move in your senior year. : I didn't want to sell the house but I had to : take this new job, you know that. You're : going to love New York, it's the city that : never sleeps! : EXT. NEW YORK CITY. : We enjoy several views of New York, the morning sun : shining between skyscrapers, neon signs that stay lit day : and night. Dade emerges from the ground-floor apartment : on rollerblades and skates down the street to school. : INT. HIGH SCHOOL. : At school, hundreds of teenagers converse, move around, : head to class. Dade looks lost among them. He walks up : to a skinny latino kid in a faux leopard-skin muscle : shirt. The kid is on a pay-phone, speaking in Spanish. : DADE : Excuse me. : KID : Yo, chill man, I'm talking to Venezuela. : DADE : Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just looking for the : principal's office. : KID : Sorry, I can't help you, okay? : Now Dade really looks lost. He heads off in search of the : office. : INT. OFFICE. : Dade is filling out a form. : GIRL : Do you have your transfer forms? : Dade stares at her, stunned. The girl has a decidedly : unconventional appearance, yet is a first-rate beauty. : GIRL : It's a relatively straightforward question. : Dade notices her lips, and in his imagination launches : into a flurry of half-second video clips and art bites, : all involving lips and kissing. : GIRL : Do you speak English? : DADE : Sorry, you wanted...? : GIRL : I wanted transfer forms. : He gives them to her. : GIRL : Thank you. : She starts leaving. He doesn't. : GIRL : Are you coming? : Dade clues in, gets up and follows her. She takes him on : a brief tour. : INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR. : GIRL : The gym is through there, and the cafeteria is : through there. : DADE : Great. Cool. : (pause) : What's your name? : GIRL : Kate. Kate Libby. : They arrive at a classroom. : KATE : Here's your class. : DADE : My... class. You mean I'm not in your class? : KATE : No, you're not in my class. : Kate starts away. : DADE : Give me time! : A guy in the halls notices Dade. : GUY : Hey, you new? : DADE : Yeah. : GUY : Tell him about the pool, Kate. : DADE : Pool? : KATE : Yeah, there's an Olympic size swimming pool up : on the roof. Take the stairs over there. : DADE : Yeah! Sure. : Kate starts away again. : DADE : Thanks! : EXT. SCHOOL ROOFTOP. : Dade enters, and lets the door slam behind him. Across the : roof, a dozen or so geeky looking kids are looking over : the edge, apparently trying to get someone's attention. : One of them notices Dade. : GEEK : Hey! Hold the door! : He's too late. The geeks look pretty angry. There is no pool. : Dade : (realizing he's been had) : No pool. : Dade tries the door but it's locked. He hammers it with : his palm, furious. Above, thunder roars and it begins : raining. : INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR. : Dade is soaking wet, and trudges among his classmates : leaving a muddy trail. A three-second video clip rolls : through his mind: it is a screaming woman being strangled : in an old movie. He walks past Kate, who giggles. : KATE : Oh my God! He found the pool. : INT. SCHOOL COMPUTER LAB. : The kids are all seated at computer workstations. Dade : is hacking, the latino kid who was on the phone to : Venezuela is running a demo involving dirty-dancing : skeletons. : TEACHER : I'm Mr. Simpson. And I'm subbing for Ms. : Bayliss who was arrested at the anti-fur : rally. I know some of you kids got computers : at home. But these are school property, : people, and I don't want to see any gum stuck : to 'em. Chapter 1. Designing graphical : interface... : Meanwhile, the latino kid notices that Dade has been : looking up Kate Libby's school records. And hacking : himself into her advanced English class. : EXT. SCHOOL QUAD. : It's after school, kids are heading home, Dade too. The : latino kid notices Dade and catches up with him. : KID : So, um, what's your interest in Kate Libby, : eh? Academic? Purely sexual? : DADE : Homicidal? : KID : What's up, man? I'm the Phreak! : The name rings no bells with Dade. : PHREAK : The Phantom Phreak? The king of Nynex? I : know you play the game. : Another kid, younger and a little geeky looking, runs up : to Dade and The Phantom Phreak. : JOEY : Phreakphreakphreakphreakphreak, : dudedudedudedudedudedude... I gotta... : PHREAK : (slaps Joey) : Joey, Joey... : JOEY : What? whatwhatwhat? : PHREAK : One more "dude" out of you and I'm gonna slap : the shit outa you, okay? Now I'm trying to : save you from yourself but you gotta stop : letting your mama dress you, man! : (To Dade): : Check it... : Phreak starts to hand Dade a flyer. : JOEY : (interrupting) : I need a handle, man. I don't have an : identity until I have a handle. : PHREAK : You know, you're right about that. : (to Dade) : Check it, Friday. : Phreak hands Dade a flyer for Cyberdelia. : JOEY : Alright. How about the Master of Disaster, : huh? : PHREAK : You're hopeless, man, utterly hopeless. : Phreak walks away. : JOEY : Ultra Laser. : (desperate) : Doctor Doom! : EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET VILLAGE. NIGHT. : Dade rolls in on rollerblades. Street vendors hawk : computer parts and bootleg software. A bootleg music : vendor catches Dade's attention. : CEREAL : Check this out, each and every one of you. : Compilation tape, of my own making. I call : this the "Greatest Zooks Album". Featuring : artists like, well I got some Hendrix on : there, some Joplin, Mama Cass, Belushi... all : great artists that asphyxiated on their own : vomit! : The small crowd around him finally gets the joke. : CEREAL : Can't get this in stores, man, I made it! : Dade wheels into Cyberdelia, which just happens to be : equipped with a ramp down to its main floor for the : benefit of skaters. The place pounds with loud, bassy : techno music and coloured light. Video monitors with : psychedelic patterns complete the atmopshere. There is a : video game with a huge screen. Phreak is at a pay phone. : OPERATOR : (on phone) : Please deposit five dollars for the first : minute. : Phreak holds a small box up to the receiver, presses a : button, and the box emits a series of tones. : OPERATOR : Thank you. : PHREAK : Nonono, thank YOU! : Dade checks out the scene. Kate is playing the big video : game. Dade skates up to her. She loses her last man. : She's got the high score, in fact her name dominates the : top-10 list. : DADE : That's a nice score for a girl. : KATE : (irritated by Dade's presence) : Think you can do better? : DADE : I'll give it a shot. : Kate yields the controls to Dade, who begins playing. : Kate's boyfriend looks on from a mezzanine several feet : above. : CURTIS : Is this kid bothering you, Kate? : DADE : Sorry, can I get some room here? : CURTIS : Yeah. : (to Kate) : Why don't you come up here? : Kate obliges and joins Curtis. Dade continues playing. : He plays brilliantly. The game is a flashy 3-D high-speed : chase game with lots of surprises. Dade loses, but his : high score is about to come up. : CURTIS : He's good! : Dade's score comes up. He's in the #1 position. Phreak : is amazed. : DADE : (to Kate) : Well, it looks like I'm on top. : Kate, defeated, leaves. Curtis follows. : PHREAK : Congratulations. No one's ever beat her : before. You just made an enemy for life. : (to someone else) : Boy meets world. Let's go? : EXT. OUTSIDE CYBERDELIA. NIGHT. : Kate and Curtis are sucking face, oblivious to the busy : world around them. Dade and Phreak watch, more than a : little disgusted. : DADE : Who's that? : PHREAK : Curtis. : DADE : And what's he do? : PHREAK : That's it, you're looking at it, he just looks : slick all day. : Kate and Curtis start to take off on Curtis' motorcycle. : Kate and Dade make eye contact briefly. The motorcycle : speeds off into the night. : INT. DADE'S ROOM. : The clock says it's 4:16. As the camera pans up to Dade, : it changes to 4:17. Dade is hacking again. It's the : school's administration system. Dade schedules a test of : the school sprinkler system for 9:30am. : INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDIR. : Dade stands alone in the hall, watching the time closely. : Phreak rounds a corner and meets Dade. : PHREAK : What's up? : Dade doesn't answer. He watches the time a couple of more : seconds, then opens an umbrella. Immediately the fire : sprinklers turn on. Phreak starts getting drenched. He : realizes what is happening. : PHREAK : (amused and highly impressed) : Oh my God. You... : A bell rings and students pour out into the halls by the : hundreds. They're all being showered on. A tall : cheerleader bounces by Phreak, pushing her pom-pom in his : face. : PHREAK : Way cool! : (to Dade) : You saw that? : Dade nods in the affirmative. : Kate walks up to Dade, also understanding what has : happened. : KATE : What the hell is going on? : DADE : Pool on the roof must have a leak. : Kate gives Dade a look that could kill and skulks away. : Dade walks away under his umbrella, smug and dry. : PHREAK : Man, oh man, this is gonna be good. : INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM. : Dade, Kate, and a couple of other students are writing on : the chalkboard. Kate finishes first. : KATE : If God gave men brains bigger than dogs', : they wouldn't hump womens' legs at cocktail : parties. : The class giggles. : KATE : Ruth Libby. : TEACHER : I'm not so sure your mother qualifies as a : significant author of the twentieth century. : KATE : Her last book sold two million copies. : CLASS : (almost in unison) : Woooooo! : The teacher reads Dade's quotation. : TEACHER : "Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient : heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in : the machinery of the night." : DADE : That's Ginsburg. : TEACHER : Nice. Very nice. : KATE : He's not in this class. : DADE : I said give me time. : KATE : He's not enrolled in this class. : TEACHER : Well, he's on my list. : Kate leaps across a desk and snatches the list from the : teacher. Dade is on it. She gives Dade another filthy : look, both Dade and the teacher just shrug. The teacher : moves on to Cereal. : TEACHER : "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind : the most?" : CEREAL : Ozzy Osbourne! : TEACHER : You. What is your name? : The teacher grabs the list back from Kate. : CEREAL : Uh, Emmanuel Goldstein, sir? : TEACHER : You, however, are not on my list. : CEREAL : (in mock shock) : Whoa, this isn't wood shop class? : The class cracks up. Kate and Dade exchange looks as the : teacher escorts Cereal to the door. : INT. DADE'S PLACE. : MRS. MURPHY : How was school? : DADE : (eating) : Hmmm. : MRS. MURPHY : What did we learn in school today? : DADE : Revenge. : MRS. MURPHY : Aaaah. Did we meet someone special? : DADE : No. No one special. : MRS. MURPHY : Okay, I gotta get back to work. I'm gonna be : home late. And would you try and please fill : these out? : She indicates a pile of college applications. : MRS. MURPHY : Oh don't worry, it's only the rest of your : life. : She starts to the door. : DADE : Right. Anything else, you want me to mow the : lawn? Oops, forgot. New York. No grass. : MRS. MURPHY : And unpack. : She leaves. Dade looks over the college applications for : a second, and pushes them away. He'd rather not do this : now. : INT. CYBERDELIA. : Dade, Phreak and Joey are sitting at a table. Joey is : giving a dull account of his hacking adventures. Enter : Cereal. : CEREAL : FYI, alright man, you can sit at home, and do : like absolutely nothing and... : Cereal pauses, notices Dade, whom he has never met : formally but seen around, and then continues. : CEREAL : ...and your name goes through like seventeen : computers a day. 1984, yeah right man, that's : a typo. Orwell's here and now, he's living : large. We have no names, man, no names. We : are nameless. Can I score a fry? Thanks. : PHREAK : Meet Cereal Killer. As in Froot Loops? But : he does know things. : Dade and Cereal acknowledge each other. : JOEY : Anyways, guys, guys, listen, listen to me. : I'm in this computer right? So I'm looking : around... : PHREAK : (to Cereal) : D'you bring those Crayola books? : CEREAL : Oh yeah, technicolor rainbow. : Cereal brings a book out of his bag. : CEREAL : Green one. : JOEY : What is that, what is that? Lemmie see. What : are these? : DADE : International Unix Environments. : Cereal pulls out another book. : CEREAL : Luscious orange? : Cereal hands the orange book to Phreak. : DADE : Computer security criteria, DOD standards. : Another book comes out. : DADE : The Pink Shirt Book, Guide to IBM PCs. So : called due to the nasty pink shirt the guy : wears on the cover. : Another one. : CEREAL : What's that? : DADE : Devil book. The Unix Bible. : Another one. : CEREAL : What's that? : DADE : Dragon book. Compiler design. : Cereal brings out a large red book. : CEREAL : Oh yeah? What's that? : DADE : The Red Book. NSA Trusted Networks. : Otherwise known as the Ugly Red Book that : won't fit on a shelf. : By now Phreak has made a pile of the books, and the Red : Book looks wholly out of place on the top of the pile. : JOEY : Anyway, anyway, guys guys guys, come on. I'm : in this computer, right. So I'm looking : around, looking around, you know, throwing : commands at it, I don't know where it is or : what it does or anything. It's like, it's : like choice, it's just beautiful, okay. Like : four hours I'm just messing around in there. : Finally I figure out, that it's a bank. : Right, okay wait, okay, so it's a bank. So, this : morning, I look in the paper, some cash : machine in like Bumsville Idaho, spits out : seven hundred dollars into the middle of the : street. : CEREAL : That's kinda cool. : JOEY : That was me. That was me. I did that. : DADE : You did this from your house. : Joey takes a drag from his cigarette and just nods, with a : big grin on his face. : PHREAK : What are you, stoned or stupid? You don't : hack a bank across state lines from your : house, you'll get nailed by the FBI. Where : are your brains, in your ass? Don't you know : anything? : CEREAL : Stupid, man. It's universally stupid. : JOEY : You guys always think I should know : everything, and you never tell me anything. : Am I right? : PHREAK : Alright, what are the three most commonly used : passwords? : JOEY : Love, secret, and uh, sex. But not in that : order, necessarily, right? : CEREAL : Yeah but don't forget God. System operators : love to use God. It's that whole male ego : thing. : PHREAK : Look, you wanna be elite? You gotta do a : righteous hack. None of this accidental shit. : CEREAL : Oh yeah, you want a seriously righteous hack, : you score one of those Gibsons man. You know, : supercomputers they use to like, do physics, : and look for oil and stuff? : PHREAK : Ain't no way, man, security's too tight. The : big iron? : DADE : Maybe. But, if I were gonna hack some heavy : metal, I'd, uh, work my way back through some : low security, and try the back door. : CEREAL : Yeah but oh man, : (starts rubbing one of his : own nipples in mock sexual : excitement) : wouldn't you just love to get one of those : Gibsons, baby? Ooooh! : PHREAK : Yo, who ate all of my fries? : Cereal pauses a second. : CEREAL : (pretending to be enraged) : Joey?! : JOEY : What, no, nonononono, I didn't touch your : fries. I did not touch your fries. : PHREAK : Cereal, man, you owe me a pack. : CEREAL : It was him, man! : PHREAK : You're psyched. You need to lay off of that : shit. : CEREAL : (to Joey) : I'm gonna hit you! : INT. JOEY'S ROOM. NIGHT. : Joey is hacking. A Gibson. He gets in. Using GOD as a : password. Nice graphics represent the machine's vast : systems. : JOEY : YES! Home run, home run. You and me Lucy. : We're gonna show em baby. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : A system operator at Ellingson Mineral Corporation, a : large oil company, notices the intrusion. He gets on the : phone. : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : The place is a mess, typical of the hacker bachelor pad. : Empty chinese food boxes and Jolt Cola cans litter the : place. : Plague's phone is ringing, waking him. : HAL : (on phone) : Mr. Belford? : PLAGUE : (sleepily) : My name is the Plague. : HAL : Uh, Mr. The Plague, uh, something weird's : happening on the net. : PLAGUE : As in what, you hapless techno-weenie? : HAL : Uh, the accounting subdirectory in the Gibson : is working really hard. We got one person : online, the workload is enough for like ten : users. I think we've got a hacker. : INT. JOEY'S ROOM. : JOEY : Okay, okay, we need proof that we were here. : Right, uh... : Joey starts looking for something to download as proof he : was there. : JOEY : Yeah, Garbage, okay, give me Garbage. : He selects a Garbage file and starts the download. His : screen becomes a psychedelic mind trip. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : The Plague glides in on a skateboard. Short and thin, : bearded, about 35 but still trying to be a teenage : anarchist, yet not consciously realizing he sold out that : ideal years ago. : PLAGUE : Never fear. I is here. : HAL : I've narrowed the activity to terminal 23. : PLAGUE : Let's echo 23, see what's up. : The huge monitor lights up with the display of the : Gibson's resources. Hal and the Plague watch. Plague : starts "surfing" around. : PLAGUE : "God" wouldn't be up this late. : He sees what Joey is downloading. A file called : "Garbage". : PLAGUE : Shit! Get me the switching control center. : He puts on a telephone headset. Hal dials for him. : PLAGUE : (into the headset) : I need to trace a call that's in progress. : INT. JOEY'S ROOM. : Joey is sneaking a cigarette while his computer downloads. : There is a knock at the door. It's his mother. : JOEY : (whispering) : Shit! : (loudly, panicked) : Uh yeah... hold on, mom. Hold on one second. : He puts out the cigarette and sprays the room with air : freshener. : JOEY'S MOM : I mean it! Open the door, Joseph. : JOEY : Yeah, uh, yeah, okay. : He unlocks the door. Joey's mom bursts in. He's still : clambering into bed. : JOEY : There you go. : JOEY'S MOM : Bed. Sleep. Now! : She turns off the computer. It wasn't finished : downloading. : JOEY'S MOM : Sweet dreams, Joey. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : HAL : He's gone! : PLAGUE : Did you get a trace? : OPERATOR : (on phone) : Yeah, we got him. : PLAGUE : (smiling) : Good. : INT. JOEY'S ROOM. DARK. : Joey takes a disk out of his computer and stashes it in an : air vent in the cieling. : INT. TENEMENT HALLWAY. : Phreak, Dade and Cereal are rollerblading through the : halls of an apartment building that is filled with : graffiti. It appears that most of the spray-bomb art was : created by the residents. : CEREAL : Nice place, huh. : Cereal knocks on a door spray-painted "Hackstock" : DADE : You heard of a hacker called Acid Burn? You : know who he is? : PHREAK : (surprised) : No, don't know who he is. : (to Cereal) : Do you? : Cereal shrugs. : A hooded black man in his early twenties answers the door. : PHREAK : Nikon! Lord Nikon this is... : Phreak motions to Dade. : DADE : (finishing) : Crash Override. : NIKON : Never heard of you. Done anything? : DADE : No. : Nikon slams the door. : PHREAK : Come on! : Phreak knocks the door again. Nikon opens again. : NIKON : What, your mom buy you a 'Puter for Christmas? : (to Phreak) : Does he know anything? : PHREAK : Sure man, he's elite. : NIKON : (pausing, checking Dade out) : Come in. : CEREAL : Uh... Nikon, can I... can I crash at your : place tonight? : NIKON : (removing his hood) : Again? : (pauses, then grins broadly) : Yeah sure. : Nikon and Cereal do a fake Kung-fu move together. : BOTH : Ooka-pow! : INT. NIKON'S PLACE. : Later, the four are watching TV. On TV is a secret : service agent giving a news interview. : GILL : (on TV) : Hackers penetrate and ravage delicate public : and privately owned computer systems, : infecting them with viruses, and stealing : materials for their own ends. These people, : they are terrorists. : CEREAL : Agent Richard Gill, You're hacker enemy number : one, man. You're a boner! : NIKON : Yo, showtime, showtime! : DADE : What's going on? : ALL BUT DADE : (in unison) : 4...3...2...1... : Cheesy music plays. Razor and Blade, androgynous asian : brothers, have a community access TV show. "Wayne's World" : in eye liner. : RAZOR : Welcome to our show! : BLADE : Hack the Planet! : ALL BUT DADE : Hack the Planet! : RAZOR : For those late night hacks... : BLADE : Jolt Cola! The soft drink of the elite : hacker. : DADE : Who are these guys? : NIKON : That's Razor and Blade. : DADE : Razor and Blade. : Now Razor and Blade have a disconnected payphone in their : studio. : RAZOR : That's right, this IS a payphone. : RAZOR AND BLADE : (in unison) : Don't ask. : BLADE : As you can see, this is just a simple : microcassette recorder. (shows the : microcassette recorder) Hook it up to the : phone and drop in five bucks in quarters. : RAZOR : Record the tones that the coins make. And : hang up and get your money back! : BLADE : And never again have to pay for a service that : would be dirt cheap... : RAZOR : ...IF it weren't run by a bunch of : profiteering gluttons! : BLADE : Remember, hacking is more than just a crime. : It's a survival trait! : INT. JOEY'S PLACE. : Joey is taking a shower, wearing walkman headphones, : singing along with the music. Joey finishes, turns off : the shower, still singing. He draws open the shower : curtain to find two secret service agents with shotguns : pointed at him. : SS AGENT : FREEZE! : JOEY : What? What? What did I do? What? : The agents drag Joey, still naked and wet, out of the : shower and into the living room. His mother is : hysterical.. : JOEY'S MOM : Joey! : AGENT : Get in there! Sit down! : ANOTHER AGENT : Stay down there. Don't move. : Joey is pushed into a sofa. He sees his computer, "Lucy", : being carried away. : JOEY : Lucy! : Joey dives onto the agent carrying Lucy away, losing his : towel. His mother, seeing his exposed buttocks, is : shocked. : JOEY'S MOM : JOEY!!! : EXT. OUTSIDE JOEY'S PLACE. : A police-type vehicle pulls up. It's Agent Richard Gill : of the Secret Service. He stops a young agent for an : update. : GILL : How's it going, Ray? : AGENT RAY : It looks good, sir. We've got an uncorrupted : hard drive. : GILL : In English, please. I didn't spend ten years : protecting the president so I could finish my : career feeling like an idiot. : AGENT RAY : I'm sorry, sir. We caught him by surprise, so : we don't think he had time to erase his : computer files. : GILL : Good. Good man. Alright, let's finish up : here, and take him in for interrogation. : AGENT RAY : Alright sir. : They split up. A reporter and her sound man run up to : Gill. : REPORTER : Agent Gill, can you spare a moment of your : time? : GILL : Why of course, Jennifer. : While Jennifer conducts the interview, agents lead Joey : into an unmarked car. His mother is behind him, still : hysterical. : JOEY'S MOM : Joey! : JOEY : Mom... : JENNIFER : Just how dangerous are hackers? : GILL : Well, hackers penetrate and ravage delicate : public and privately owned computer systems, : infecting them with viruses... : JOEY'S MOM : Joey! : GILL : ...and stealing sensitive materials for their : own ends. These people, they're terrorists... : JOEY'S MOM : Joey! : INT. ELLINGSON MINERAL CORPORATION. : A tall, impressive building. A cavernous atrium filled : with busy people. : INT. ELLINGSON BOARDROOM. : A handsome looking woman in her late thirties walks in. : MARGO : Good morning, Gentlemen. Please be seated. I : see we're still dressing in the dark, Eugene. : PLAGUE : (to Margo) : Once again, don't call me Eugene. : (to the board) : A recent unknown intruder penetrated, using a : superuser acount, giving him access to our : whole system. : MARGO : Precisely what you're paid to prevent. : PLAGUE : Someone didn't bother reading my carefully : prepared memo on commonly used passwords. : Now, as I so meticulously pointed out, the for : most used passwords are love, : (gesturing lewdly) : sex, secret and... : (eyeing Margo) : ...God. So would your holiness care to change : her password? : Margo just blinks prettily. : PLAGUE : A hacker planted the virus. : MARGO : Virus? : PLAGUE : Yesterday, the ballast program for a : supertanker training model mistakenly thought : the vessel was empty, and flooded its tanks. : MARGO : Excuse me? : PLAGUE : (as if to a child) : The little boat flipped over. A virus planted : in the Gibson computer system claimed : responsibility. : MARGO : What, it left a note? : Plague hits a button on a remote control, and the virus - : a long haired male model - appears on a large screen, in : psychedelic colors. The virus speaks in a hammy Italian : accent. : VIRUS : Unless five million dollars are transferred to : the following numbered account in seven days, : I will capsize five tankers in the Ellingson : fleet. : BOARD MEMBER : Is that... : PLAGUE : (interrupting) : That is the virus. Leonardo da Vinci. The : problem is we have twenty six ships at sea and : we don't know which ones are infected. : DUKE ELLINGSON : Well then, put the ships' ballasts under : manual control. : PLAGUE : There's no such thing anymore, Duke. These : ships are totally computerized. They rely on : satellite navigation, which links them to our : network, and the virus, wherever they are in : the world. : MARGO : So what are we supposed to do? : PLAGUE : Well luckily, you have a gifted and talented : security officer. I traced the hacker's call. : The secret service picked him up this morning. : I'll just search his files for the original : virus code, and then I can eliminate it. : INT. ELLINGSON MINERAL ATRIUM. : Plague, Margo and two suits from the boardroom are riding : down an escalator. : SUIT #1 : Now look, now we expect you to get onto this : right away, yeah? : PLAGUE : Yeah! : SUIT #1 : Well, how soon? : PLAGUE : Well, we're working on it as fast as we can. : This is a very common occurrence in : corporations as large as ours. You have : nothing to worry about. : SUIT #2 : Yeah, right. : SUIT #1 : Now, you're sure about that, Mr. The Plague? : PLAGUE : Yeah, the Secret Service is helping us out 100 : percent. Okay? : SUIT #2 : Yeah. : SUIT #1 : Okay. : PLAGUE : We'll be in touch. Talk to you later. : The suits get off the escalator, Plague and Margo take the : next one down. : MARGO : What the hell was that all about? : PLAGUE : I had to move fast. The hacker copied my : garbage file. : MARGO : What? : PLAGUE : I created Mister da Vinci so we could call in : the Secret Service. So they'd arrest the : hacker, sieze his equipment, things that we : can't do on our own. : MARGO : I don't want to go to jail for this. : PLAGUE : Relax. Think about the 25 million dollars. : MARGO : But you've created a virus that's going to : cause a worldwide ecological disaster, just to : arrest some hacker kid? : PLAGUE : Basically, uhmm, yeah. Mmm hmmm. : MARGO : Jesus. You know, you're sick, Eugene. You... : PLAGUE : Sh, sh sh sh sh. : Plague stops a passing secretary and snatches a piece of : paper from her hand. : PLAGUE : I'll take care of this. : SECRETARY : Alright, sir. : PLAGUE : I can cancel it any time. I don't need any : program code. But it's the perfect cover, to : confiscate the disc and find out how much of : that garbage file has been copied. : MARGO : Get it! : (walking away) : Why did I ever trust you? : (going back up the escalator) : Get the file. Otherwise you'll lose all your : toys. : INT. SECRET SERVICE INTERROGATION ROOM. : Joey is distraught over the dismantling of Lucy. Agent : Ray examines the Mac's innards. : GILL : Did you find the program for the virus on any : of the discs we confiscated? : PLAGUE : No. He's either very smart or very stupid. : GILL : Then he stashed it somewhere, or he has an : accomplice. We'll release him until his : indictment, keep tight surveillance, and see : if he leads us to your disc. : EXT. OUTSIDE JOEY'S PLACE. : Joey's apartment building is an L-shaped skyscraper about : 30 storeys high, unimpressive by New York City standards. : Two Secret Service agents are staking Joey out in a car : outside. : SECRET SERVICE AGENT BOB : Unit 3 outside suspect Joey Pardella's : apartment. Nothing to report. Suspect still : grounded... by his mother. : His radio crackles. : AGENT BOB : Listen to this bullshit. : (he reads) : "This is our world now. The world of the : electron and the switch, the beauty of the : baud. We exist without nationality, skin : color, or religious bias. You wage wars, : murder, cheat, lie to us and try to make us : believe it's for our own good, yet we're the : criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is : that of curiosity. I am a hacker and this is : my manifesto." Huh, right, manifesto? "You : may stop me, but you can't stop us all." : AGENT RAY : Now that's cool. : AGENT BOB : Cool? : AGENT RAY : Yeah, cool. : AGENT BOB : You think it's cool? : AGENT RAY : (not caring for where Bob is going : with this) : It's cool! : AGENT BOB : It's not cool. It's commie bullshit! : INT. HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' ROOM. : Dade, Cereal and Phreak check their faces. Cereal brushes : his teeth. : CEREAL : (to Phreak) : So what do you think, can I crash at your : place tonight? : DADE : What is it with this guy? : PHREAK : His parents missed Woodstock and he's been : making up for it since. Hey, you hear about : Joey's bust? : CEREAL : Yeah. Probably had something to do with that : bank in Idaho. : PHREAK : Do you think he could hack a Gibson? : DADE : Did you talk to him? : PHREAK : Nope. His mom said he's grounded for his next : three lifetimes. : (imitating her) : He isn't to consort with his computer friends. : (himself again) : The secret service is really out to get him. : (changes the subject) : Hey there's a big party tonight, you wanna go? : Dade shakes his head. : PHREAK : It's at Kate's... : Dade just smiles. : PHREAK : Thought so! : Cereal and Phreak leave, Cereal dancing. : INT. PLAGUE'S OFFICE. : Plague is wearing a VR helmet and gloves, playing some : sort of action game. He is unaware that Gill has just : entered the room. : GILL : What the hell are you doing? Plague! : He thumps the VR pedestal. : GILL : PLAGUE! : Plague finally notices, and takes off the helmet. : PLAGUE : Gill. : GILL : I think we've got something. : Gill hands Plague a folder. It has the logo of Stanton High. : PLAGUE : Uuugh, hard copy. : Plague looks it over and recognizes a name. : PLAGUE : Dade Murphy. : INT. DADE'S PLACE. : It's after school. Dade's just unlocking the front door, : only to find a Secret Service agent behind it. And one : behind him in the hallway. Both point pistols at him. : AGENT RAY : Secret Service! : AGENT BOB : Don't move! : They slam Dade against a wall and start frisking him. : DADE : Christ! What is the... : AGENT BOB : Shut up! : DADE : What are you doing, man? Get off me! : They lead him into his room and throw him down on the bed. : Plague is there. : AGENT BOB : Just sit in the bed and keep your hands where we can see : them. : PLAGUE : The year was 1988. And this nasty virus : crashed fifteen hundred systems in one day. : Dade has a flashback. : DADE : Fifteen hundred and seven. : AGENT RAY : (astounded) : Wow, huh! : GILL : It got you seven years probation. No : computer, couldn't even use a touch tone : phone. : PLAGUE : Must have been hell, huh? Zero Cool? : (getting to the point) : A virus has been planted in the Ellingson : Mineral computer system. You were our prime : suspect, till we trashed your stuff and found : no trace of it. : GILL : However, we have come to believe that one Joey : Pardella is involved in this Ellingson virus. : He or perhaps his accomplice has a disk that : Mr. Belford needs to disable that virus. We : want you to help us find it. : PLAGUE : Gill. : The three secret service agents leave Plague and Dade : alone. Plague shuts the door behind them. : PLAGUE : (of Gill) : Loser. : (continues) : I can't believe you were only eleven when you : wrote this. It's quite an impressive virus. : Dade, I know how you might feel about narking : on your friends, but, we're hackers. For us, : there's no such thing as family and friends. : We're each our own country, with temporary : allies and enemies. I'd like to make a treaty : with you. : DADE : I'm sorry. Who are you? : PLAGUE : I'm the one who understands you. Now, can we : be allies? : DADE : Nah. I don't play well with others. : Plague is holding Dade's baseball bat. He shrugs, turns : around, and smashes Dade's stereo to smithereens. : DADE : Shit! Come on! : PLAGUE : Watch which friends you do play with. A : record like yours could land you in jail, get : you kicked out of school, no colleges would : take you. No future. Exiled from everyone and : everything you love. : Plague replaces the baseball bat. : PLAGUE : I'll be in touch. : Plague leaves. : PLAGUE : (to agents) : I'm fine. : (to Dade) : Oh, and Dade, try to stay out of trouble, okay? : DADE : Blow me. : PLAGUE : (smiles) : Thank you! : INT. DADE'S ROOM. LATER. : Dade is lying in bed. A door opens. It's Kate. She opens : her motorcycle jacket, revealing her bare breasts. Dade : starts to get up, she pushes him back own on the bed and : starts kissing him passionately. He responds in kind. : Then, Gill, Agent Ray and Agent Bob burst into the room, : handcuff him, break the two up and haul them away as : Plague looks on smugly. : Then Dade wakes up in a sweat. It was only a dream. He : regains his composure. The sound of New York City at : night surrounds him. He goes back to sleep. : INT. KATE'S PLACE. : The party. A large, well-furnished apartment in an : elegant old skyscraper in the fashionable part of town. : Teenagers dance and writhe to loud, bassy music. Dade and : Phreak arrive. : PHREAK : Her mom makes big bucks writing self-help : books for women. Stuff like "Women Who Love : Men Who Are Emotional Amoebae" : Phreak shows Dade the book. : DADE : That explains a lot. : Kate, the lovely and gracious hostess, mingles and greets : her many guests, not noticing Dade or Phreak. Cereal : offers Dade a drink from a plastic bottle. Dade, not : knowing what he's in for, drinks. Nikon is the Deejay. : PHREAK : (loudly) : Yo, what's up Nikon! : NIKON : Yo Phreak! Dade, man, you made it. : (to Cereal) : Houston, we have liftoff, 3 o'clock, : check it... don't look right away, what's : wrong with you! Look at her man... : Nikon and Cereal are checking out a truly fine babe. : NIKON : (concentrating) : Look out, man. Lisa Blair, 26 East 7th St., : apartment 16, 555-4817, BOOM! : DADE : How did you know that? : NIKON : I got photographic memory. : (Smiling) : It's a curse! : (Into the crowd) : Lisa! : LISA : Hey, how do you know my name? : Cereal and Phreak move through the crowd. Cereal notices : something. : CEREAL : Oooo, look at that pooper man. Spandex, it's : a privilege, not a right! : INT. MEETING HALL. : A 12-step recovery group. Addicts, including Joey : Pardella, sit in a semi-circle. : VICKIE : Hi, my name is Vickie, and I'm an addict. : HANK : Hi, my name is Hank, and uh, I'm an addict. : JOEY : (smoking) : Uh, my name's Joey but, uh, I'm not an addict. : Joey takes a drag. The group reacts indignantly. : JOEY : Nono, really, really, listen, listen to this. : I got in trouble with my computer, right, : okay, and my lawyer told the judge that I'm an : addict, but I'm not addicted to my computer! : No really, really, : Joey takes another drag. : JOEY : I'm not an addict. I'm not, I'm not. : Joey downs his coffee. : JOEY : Can I get some more coffee? : INT. KATE'S BEDROOM. : Phreak is checking out Kate's computer. : PHREAK : Yo. Check this out guys, this is insanely : great, it's got a 28.8 BPS modem! : DADE : Yeah? Display? : CEREAL : Active matrix, man. A million psychedelic : colors. Man, baby, sweet, ooo! : NIKON : I want it. : PHREAK : I want it to have my children! : CEREAL : Yeah, I bet it looks crispy in the dark. : PHREAK : Yo, hit the lights. : Dade hits the lights. The four ooo and ahh at : its graphics. Kate and Curtis walk into the : room and hit the bed, unaware of the hackers : in the corner by her laptop. : DADE : (whispering) : Shit! : CEREAL : Shh! : DADE : Was that her top? : PHREAK : One-handed! : CEREAL : Difficulty rating? : NIKON : Seven. Wow! Burn's wetware matches her : software! : DADE : (loudly) : Burn! : Their cover is blown. : NIKON : What the f... : Cereal hides under the desk. : KATE : Hey! What are you guys doing in here? : PHREAK : I'm sorry, we're sorry, just checking out your : fly laptop! : NIKON : Yeah, it's hyped, you know... you're in the : butter zone now, baby. : PHREAK : (smiling) : Uh-huh! : KATE : (her tone changing) : Yeah, it is... : (she comes over to it) : I wanna triple the RAM... : CURTIS : Oooh, Leopard Boy... AND the Decepticons. Uh, : Kate, Kate, you're not going into that : computer shit now, right? : Kate barely acknowledges him. : CURTIS : (cynically) : Humm, yeah. : Curtis leaves. : CEREAL : (mockingly) : Right. : DADE : The sensitive type. : Kate finally notices that Dade, whom she didn't invite, is at her : party and in her bedroom. : KATE : What is he doing in here? : PHREAK : Relax, Burn, he's my guest. : DADE : Burn. You're Acid Burn. You booted me out of : OTV! : KATE : What? : DADE : I'm Crash Override. : KATE : You're the moron that's been invading my turf? : CEREAL : Whoa, whowhowhowhoa. : (motioning to Dade) : Crash... : (motioning to Kate) : and Burn! : Cereal breaks into hysterics. : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : Plague is hacking. : MARGO : Murphy kid turn you down? : PLAGUE : (in a hammy southern accent) : I disguised myself as an Alabama State Trooper : and penetrated the FBI NCIC. : MARGO : Pervert! What are you talking about? : She turns her back to him. He does up the zipper on her : dress. Their relationship becomes apparent. : PLAGUE : The FBI computer holds files on twenty million : Americans. I just hacked into it. : MARGO : Congratulations. : PLAGUE : From here I got access to every piece of data : ever stored on Dade Murphy's parents. His : parents separated five years ago, reconciled : two years later, filed for divorce last year, : custody battle, boy chose to go with his : mother. Hmm. : MARGO : So? : PLAGUE : So, we get the mother, we get the boy. : INT. KATE'S ROOM. : Kate's room is empty, and Dade can't resist going back in : to play with her laptop, which far outclasses his own, : some more. On the balcony, Kate notices and comes back : in. : KATE : What the hell are you doing? : DADE : It's cool, I'm just looking. : KATE : It's too much machine for you. : DADE : Yeah? : Dade starts working furiously on it. : KATE : I hope you don't screw like you type. : Dade slows to a two-finger keypoke, not missing a beat. : DADE : It has a killer refresh rate. : KATE : P6 chip. Triple the speed of the Pentium. : DADE : Yeah. It's not just the chip, it has a PCI : bus. But you knew that. : KATE : Indeed. RISC architecture is gonna change : everything. : DADE : Yeah. RISC is good. : They uncomfortably exchange glances. : DADE : You sure this sweet machine's not going to : waste? : KATE : Crash Override. What was it. "Mess with the : Best, Die Like the Rest?" : DADE : Yeah. : KATE : Are you challenging me? : DADE : Name your stakes. : KATE : If I win, you become my slave. : DADE : (intrigued) : Your slave? : KATE : (realizing his mind is in the : gutter) : You wish. You'll do shit work, scan, crack : copyrights, whatever I want. : DADE : And if I win? : KATE : (giggles) : Make it my first born. : DADE : Make it our first date. : KATE : You're not gonna win. : DADE : And you have to smile. : KATE : I don't do dates. But I don't lose either, so : you're on. : MONTAGE: Scenes of Dade and Kate preparing for the challenge. : PHREAK : (voice over) : So here's the deal. The chosen contest: To : hassle Secret Service Agent Richard Gill, and : get one back for Joey. : Dade spray paints camouflage onto his keyboard. : NIKON : Our decisions are final, by a vote of 2 to 1. : No appeals. : Kate rifles through her address book. : CEREAL : The duel will last until we declare a winner. : Dade plays quick-draw with disks. : PHREAK : Use only the dialups, access codes and : passwords in your collection. Can't ask for : any help from us. : Dade, having mastered the quick-disk-draw in the mirror, : looks satisfied. : DADE : (into mirror) : Talking to me? : All five are together at the beginning of the challenge. : PHREAK : Any questions? : KATE : Yeah. Whose gonna notify his next of kin? : Dade and Kate shake hands and the challenge begins. : EXT. NEW YORK CITY PUBLIC PHONE. : At a public phone, Kate hacks into Concourse Bank, looks : up Richard Gill, and has his credit card maxed out. : "Destroy Card" is the final instruction. The other : hackers look on. : INT. RESTAURANT. : A waiter runs a credit card through a validation machine, : sees the message and returns to the patron's table. It is : Richard Gill. Right there, the waiter chops the : MasterCard in two with a pair of scissors, to Gill's : horror. : EXT. NEW YORK CITY PUBLIC PHONE. : Dade hacks into an electronic personal ads system and : changes an ad. : KATE : Alright, he's in the personal ads. : (reading Dade's ad) : "Disappointed white male, crossdresser, looking : for discreet friend to bring dreams to : reality. Leather, lace, and water sports. : Transvestites welcome." : INT. GILL'S OFFICE. : At his office, Gill is on the speaker phone with someone : responding to the ad. : GILL : I... I... I know where you can stick it... I : know where you can stick it... : Gill punches a button on the phone, another caller comes : on. : CALLER : ...wanna lick your earlobes... I wanna lick : your lips... I wanna lick your toes... I : wanna lick your ankles... : GILL : Awww, yeah, you wanna lick something? Lick this. : Gill punches another button, another caller comes on. : CALLER : That's why they call me Stallion... : GILL : Aw, that's disgusting! : Gill punches another button. : CALLER : My heart is steaming for you... : Gill punches another button. He is becoming quite flustered. : CALLER : ...spank you with my... : GILL : Aww, Spank your ass... : He punches another button. : Another caller comes on, and Gill hangs up the phone, : disgusted, offended, and distraught. The Plague is there, : witnessing the whole thing. : PLAGUE : Animal! : EXT. EMPIRE STATE BULDING OBSERVATION DECK. : It's Kate's turn. Kate is hacking into the Department of : Motor Vehicles. She adds 113 traffic violations and DUI : offender status to Gill's record. : EXT. NEW YORK CITY, BUSY STREET. : Gill is being arrested quite forcefully by a NYC police : grunt. He is thrown onto the hood of his car and : handcuffed. : GILL : Hey! Hey, ow! Do you know who I am? Do you : know who I am? : EXT. CHINATOWN, PUBLIC PHONE. : Dade's turn. He hacks into the Secret Service's personnel : file, and changes Gill's status to "Deceased." : INT. GILL'S OFFICE. : EMPLOYEE : (on phone) : This is accounting, sir. You enquired about : an employee of ours, an Agent Richard Gill? : GILL : Yes. : EMPLOYEE : Our records indicate he's deceased. : GILL : I'm what? : INT. CYBERDELIA. : The five are playing pool. : DADE : Dead. : PHREAK : Dead? : DADE : Yeah. Like Rigor Mortis, Habeas Corpus. : NIKON : Very impressive. : CEREAL : Super hero like even. : KATE : Yeah, whatever. What's the score? : Phreak clicks the pool scoreboard so it says 60 - 60. : PHREAK : Tie. : The other four protest. : PHREAK : Due to Mr. Gill's untimely demise and : everything, I guess you two will have to : improvise the next round. : DADE : Right. If I win, you wear a dress on our : date. : KATE : And if I win, so do you. : Dade thinks about it a second. : DADE : Deal. : Kate gives Dade a look that says "I'm going to hold you to : that." : INT. KATE'S BED. NIGHT. : A shapely figure wearing a red leather legless suit with a : zipper that goes all the way around the crotch. Hands : caress the sultry figure as the camera pans up. The body : belongs to Dade Murphy. : Kate wakes up gasping. It was only a dream. She pants : and regains her breath. Then she smiles. She enjoyed : that dream. : KATE : Oooohhhh... : INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY. : Kate, at her locker, stops Dade. : KATE : Dade. I didn't know your size, so I guessed. : She opens her locker to reveal a red leather bustier and : bikini bottom. : KATE : You are man enough to stick with the deal, : aren't you? : Dade walks off. : INT. DADE'S PLACE. : Dade signs an electronic pad for a package from UPS. He : takes the package. : DADE : Thanks. : He closes the door and opens the package. It is a laptop : computer, clear plastic shell, full colour screen. Very : high-end, perhaps the equal to Kate's machine. He turns : it on. The Plague's face, distorted, appears. It speaks. : PLAGUE : You wanted to know who I am, Zero Cool? Well : let me explain the New World Order. : Governments and corporations need people like : you and me. We are samurai. The keyboard : cowboys. And all those other people out there : who have no idea what's going on are the : cattle. Mooo! I need your help, you need my : help. Let me help you earn your spurs. Ahh, : think about it. Enjoy the laptop, "Cool"! : Tell me where the disk is. : Plague's face vanishes. : INT. JOEY'S ROOM. : Joey lies on his bed with a comic book, looking : despondent. His mother enters. : JOEY'S MOM : You look pitiful. Okay, okay, you're not : grounded anymore. : She kisses his forehead and leaves. He springs back to : life, gets up and gets the disc from where he stashed it : in the air vent. : EXT. PARK. : Joey is nervously waiting on a park bench. Phreak arrives. : Agents Ray and Bob still have Joey staked out. : PHREAK : Yo, what's up? : JOEY : Dude dude dude, I gotta talk to you a minute, : listen listen listen. I copied a garbage file : from... : PHREAK : Big deal. A garbage file's got shit in it, : Joey, come on. : JOEY : Nono, it's like hot or something. I don't know. : PHREAK : Joey, a garbage file holds miscellaneous data. : Junk. Bits of stuff that's been erased, man. : JOEY : I copied it from Ellingson, okay? They're : asking me about it, alright? Will you take a : look for me? : Joey hands Phreak the disc. Agent Bob is taking pictures, : and Phreak notices. : PHREAK : Oh shit, Joey, you've got a tail. : Joey sees, and runs for it. : JOEY : Shit! : The agents split up, one runs after Joey, the other after : Phreak. : INT. HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' ROOM. : Phreak has lost his tail. He puts Joey's disc behind a : condom machine in the boys' room at school, and sticks it : there with gum. : INT. PHREAK'S ROOM. : Phreak frantically destroys all records of his hacking : career. He knows he's about to be busted. : DREAM SEQUENCE. : The Secret Service is about to burst in on Phreak. He : still hasn't destroyed any records, and starts manically : going through everything. Gill is on his laptop screen. : GILL : I'm watching you... : INT. PHREAK'S ROOM. MORNING. : A knock on the door. Phreak awakes. It's his mother. : PHREAK'S MOM : Ramon? Wake up. Ramon! Wake up! Vamano. : Time for school, come on. : The secret service bursts in through the window just as : Phreak's mom opens the blind. She screams, Phreak leaps : to his feet. : AGENT : Secret Service, don't move! : PHREAK : Deja vu! : AGENT BOB : Ray Sanchez, you are under arrest, under the : Computer Fraud and Abuse Act of 1986. : Phreak's mom becomes very angry and starts slapping : Phreak, cursing in Spanish. : PHREAK : What are you waiting for, arrest me already! : INT. POLICE STATION LOCKUP. : The undersized Phreak is just a morsel to the hardened : thugs behind these bars and they taunt him viciously as he : is led to his one phone call. : COP : You get one call. Uno. Understand? : The cop locks the dial on the phone. : Phreak waits for the cop to leave, and hangs up. He : starts rapidly pushing the hangup hook, and he hears a : ringing tone. : OPERATOR : Hello, operator services. : PHREAK : Hello, operator? I'm having trouble dialing a : number. : OPERATOR : What number please? : PHREAK : 555-4202. : OPERATOR : Just one moment. : PHREAK : Thank you. : Kate answers. : KATE : Hello? : PHREAK : Hey, it's me. : KATE : Phreak? : PHREAK : I'm freaking! Joey wasn't making it up! He : really hacked into Ellingson! He gave me the : disc with a file he copied and now I'm in : jail! They're charging me with some serious : shit! And there's stuff I didn't even do, : like inserting some virus called Da Vinci, and : they keep asking about you guys. : KATE : You think they're going to bust us? : PHREAK : Yeah! You better figure out what's on that : disc, cause we're being framed. It's in that : place where I put that thing that time? : He hangs up just as the cop returns. : INT. SCHOOL BOYS' ROOM. : Kate is entirely out of place in the boys' room, as the : boys look on amusedly. She finds the disc behind the : condom machine and pockets it. Then she buys a condom from : the machine and struts out, smiling sweetly, hot as fire. : INT. DADE'S PLACE. : Kate knocks. Mrs. Murphy lets Kate and Cereal in. : MRS. MURPHY : Hi! : (looking Kate over) : Well, now I see what all the fuss is about. : (she shows them to Dade's room) : Dade... you have company. : CEREAL : It's a nice room. : KATE : We need your help. : DADE : Do my ears deceive me? : Kate starts to leave. : CEREAL : Nonononono. Truce, you guys. Listen, we got : a higher purpose here, alright? A wake up : call for the Nintendo Generation. We demand : free access to data, well, it comes with some : responsibility. When I was a child, I spake : as a child, I understood as a child, I thought : as a child, but when I became a man I put away : childish things. : (pause) : What... It's Corinthians I, Chapter 13, verse : 11, no duh. Come on. : KATE : Phreak and Joey are being framed. We need : your help to figure out what's on this disc. : DADE : I can't. Everybody who touches that thing : gets busted, I can't afford to get arrested, : I'm sorry. : CEREAL : Maybe I should just go to the bathroom or : something. : Cereal leaves the room. : KATE : What is it with you? I know we've been : playing games, but, we're supposed to be on : the same side and we really need your help. I : really need your help. : DADE : I'm sorry, I can't. : KATE : Well, could you just make a copy of the disc? : And just hide it in case we get busted, so we : have something to give our lawyers, something : that hasn't been tampered with? Can you do : that? : A knock on the door. Dade's mom peeks in. : MRS. MURPHY : Listen you guys, help yourself to anything in : the fridge. Cereal has. : She leaves. : KATE : (to Mrs. Murphy) : Thank you. : DADE : Okay. I'll copy it. : KATE : Okay, thank you. : Later. Plague phones Dade. Plague has Lauren Murphy's : records on his screen. : PLAGUE : The girl. The girl has the disc I need. : DADE : I told you, I don't play well with others. : PLAGUE : Turn on your laptop. Set it to receive a : file. : Dade does. : An extensive criminal record with a strange woman's : picture comes up. The strange woman transforms into : Dade's mother. : PLAGUE : Lauren Murphy is now a wanted felon in the : state of Washington. Forgery, Embezzlement, : two drug convictions, plus she jumped parole. : When she's arrested, she will not have a : trial, she will not pass go, she will go : directly to jail. Then I change this file : back to the original, and your mom disappears. : DADE : That's bullshit. : PLAGUE : What can I tell you. Computers never lie, : kid. Your mom will be arrested at work, : she'll be handcuffed, and later, strip : searched. : DADE : You lay a finger on her and I'll kill you. : PLAGUE : Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse : things than death and, uh, I can do all of : them! : Dade emerges from his room. His exhausted, overworked : mother is asleep on the couch. He pulls a blanket over : her. : EXT. PUBLIC PHONE, WET STREET, NIGHT. : Shortly after, Dade is outside on a payphone. : PLAGUE : Talk to me. : DADE : I got it. But listen, Kate didn't know what's : on it. I mean, she came to me to figure it : out. She's not the one who planted the virus. : You leave her alone. : PLAGUE : Hey, don't worry, kid. If she's innocent, : she'll be fine. Your mommy's safe now, okay? : Dade hangs up and waits for some time. A limousine drives : by, with a skateboarder tailing. Plague grabs the disc, : jumps in the limo and speeds away. Dade tries to chase : but gives up quickly. : INT. KATE'S ROOM. : Dade shows up. Kate, Nikon, and Cereal are working on the : disc. : DADE : Kate, listen. : KATE : Uh, hold on... : DADE : I have to tell you something. : CEREAL : Hold on a second! : NIKON : Look at this, it's so lean and clean. : CEREAL : Looks like a hacker wrote it. : KATE : Come here, look at this. This thing is dense. : Nikon points out part of the code. : NIKON : But that's ill, man. It's incomplete. This : is taking forever and a day to figure out. : I'm gonna make some coffee. : Dade takes Nikon's place. : CEREAL : Tag, you're in. : Hours pass. Dade studies and reverse engineers the : garbage file. The other hackers watch, and do just about : anything but be hackers. Finally, over boxes of : half-finished pizza, Dade makes an announcement. : DADE : This isn't a virus. It's a worm! : NIKON : What's this one eat? : DADE : It nibbles. You see this? : Dade indicates a rapidly scrolling data display. : DADE : This is every financial transaction Ellingson : conducts, yeah? From million dollar deals to : the ten bucks some guy pays for gas. : KATE : The worm eats a few cents from each transaction. : DADE : And no one's caught it because the money isn't : really gone. It's just data being shifted : around. : KATE : Right. And when the worm's ready, it zips out : with the money and erases its tracks. : DADE : Joey got cut off before he got to that part. : Check it out. By this point, it's already : running at, what, twice the speed as when it : started. : KATE : Right, and at this rate it ends its run in... : NIKON : Two days. : DADE : And judging by this segment alone, it's : already eaten about... : CEREAL : 21.8 million bucks, man. : Nikon whistles. : KATE : Whoever wrote this needs somebody to take the : fall. And that's Phreak, and that's Joey, and : that's us. We've got to get the rest of the : file, so we can find out where the money is : going before the worm disappears, so we can : find out WHO created it. : DADE : I know, I know who wrote it. : KATE : What? : DADE : This Ellingson security creep. I gave him a : copy of the disc you gave me. : KATE : You what? : DADE : I didn't know what was on it. : CEREAL : (agitated) : Oh man. That's universally stupid, man! : NIKON : Yo, man, you an amateur, man. : KATE : Why did he come to you? : DADE : I got a record. I was Zero Cool. : NIKON : Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven : systems in one day? : Nikon closes his eyes and access his photographic memory. : NIKON : Biggest crash in history, front page, New : York Times, August 10th, 1988. I thought : you was black, man! Yo, man, this is Zero : Cool! Oh, shit! : CEREAL : That's far out! : NIKON : This is Zero Cool, man! Whooo, haha! : KATE : (coldly) : Well that's great. There goes MIT. : DADE : I'll make it up to you! : KATE : How? : DADE : I'll hack the Gibson. : NIKON : They'll trace you like that : (snaps his fingers) : man, cops are gonna find you, they're : gonna find you with a smoking gun. : DADE : Fucked if I care, man. : NIKON : Look, even if you had the passwords, it'll : take you ten minutes to get in, and you've : still gotta find the files, man, I mean, the : cops will have you in... five minutes. : CEREAL : Oh wow, we are fried. : KATE : (suddenly lighter-hearted) : Never send a boy to do a woman's job. With : me, we can do it in seven. : CEREAL : You're both screwed. I help, we can do it in six. : NIKON : Jesus, I gotta save all your asses. I help, : we can do it in five minutes, man. : DADE : Okay. Let's go shopping. : CEREAL : Woo hoo! Boom! : EXT. OUTSIDE ELLINGSON BUILDING. : Dade and Kate cut through a chain link fence and jump into : a dumpster at Ellingson. Kate lands on Dade. : DADE : You know, if I didn't live by a strict code of : honor, I might take advantage of this : situation. Erotically, as it were. : Kate fishes around in her pants, never breaking eye : contact with Dade. She pulls out a flashlight. They : start trashing. They get up to leave and are spotted by a : security guard. : GUARD : Alright, hold it right there! : Kate pulls out a flare gun and fires it at the security : guard. He ducks. : DADE : Shit!! : KATE : It's my subway defense system. : EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET. : Nikon is staring down a manhole, Cereal is fishing through : an adjacent phone company truck. : NIKON : He's way down there. : Cereal emerges with a beltload of equipment and a hard hat. : But he forgot the most important thing. : CEREAL : Ta-da! : NIKON : Yo, brain dead, the manual! : Cereal goes back to the truck and gets a thick manual. The : phone company technician comes up from the manhole. : PHONE COMPANY TECH : Hey! : CEREAL AND NIKON : (in unison, pointing down the street) : TRUCK!!! : The phone company tech jumps back in the hole, Cereal and : Nikon take off. : INT. SECRET SERVICE BULDING. : A woman is seated at the desk. Agent Gill walks by. : WOMAN : Find it? : Cereal emerges from the desk, between her legs. His tool : belt dangles obscenely from his crotch. : CEREAL : Phone's alright. The problem must be : somewhere else. : Cereal walks away with his buttcrack seriously showing. : INT. ELLINGSON MINERAL OFFICES. : Nikon poses as a flower delivery boy. He winds his way : through the offices of Ellingson Mineral, "shoulder : surfing", watching the workers entering passwords. His : photographic memory captures everything. The Plague walks : past him, noticing briefly but not making the connection. : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : The Da Vinci virus' launch/cancel prompt is up. : MARGO : (pacing) : They had a large chunk of the garbage file? : How much do they know? : PLAGUE : Not everything. But enough to implicate us. : MARGO : You said the worm was untreaceable! : PLAGUE : Yeah. To civilians. But they're hackers. : But don't worry. All we have to do is launch : the Da Vinci virus, and then they'll all be : put away. : MARGO : Launch the Da Vinci virus? You can't do that! : PLAGUE : No one believes the guilty. Besides, by the : time they realize the truth, we'll be long : gone with all of our money. : Margo starts to protest. : PLAGUE : Look, there is no right and wrong. There is : only fun and boring. A thirty year prison : sentence sounds pretty dull to me. Who do you : prefer serves it, us? Or them? : Plague clicks on "Launch". The virus repeats its demand. : VIRUS : Unless five million dollars are transferred to : the following numbered account in seven days, : I will capsize five tankers in the Ellingson : fleet. : EXT. OPEN SEA. : As the virus speaks, a supertanker sails on a choppy sea. : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : Plague leaves a message on Gill's answering machine. : PLAGUE : (sternly) : The virus goes off tomorrow morning at 10:30, : and those hackers tried to get into our system : again. At this point I insist you take more : strenuous action, or Ellingson Mineral will : hold the Secret Service responsible. : Gill gets on the phone. : GILL : (grimly) : Get me arrest warrants on Kate Libby, alias : Acid Burn, Emmanuel Goldstein, alias Cereal : Killer, Dade Murphy, alias Crash Override, : also known as Zero Cool, and Paul Cook, alias : Lord Nikon. We pick them up tomorrow morning : at nine o'clock. : As Gill gives the order, a mysterious device under his : desk blinks. Cereal put it there. : INT. NIKON'S PLACE. : Nikon and Cereal taped Gill's orders. : CEREAL : Snoop onto them... : NIKON : ...as they snoop onto us. : Nikon calls Kate. : KATE : Yeah, it's Kate. : NIKON : Hey, Burn. We got a little problem here. : INT. SUBWAY. : Cereal, Nikon, Dade and Kate skate through a run down : subway platform and get on the "A" Train. They go over : the results of their password gathering spree. : KATE : Alright, so what have we got? : DADE : Well, we have fifty passwords, plus whatever : Polaroid head here got inside Ellingson. : NIKON : Well, I got a lot, alright? I don't know how : many but... my head hurts. : CEREAL : Yo, everyone check this out. Hey, what's the : Da Vinci virus? : DADE : What? : CEREAL : Check this out. It's a memo about how they're : gonna deal with those oil spills that happened : on the fourteenth. : KATE : What oil spills? : NIKON : Whoa, whoa. Yo, brain-dead, today is the : thirteenth. : CEREAL : Well this hasn't happened yet. : KATE : Wait a minute, the fourteenth, that's the same : day the worm ends its run. I mean... Da Vinci : virus, didn't Phreak say that's what he was : being charged with? Look... : (quotes the memo) : "Infecting ballast programs of Ellingson : tankers" - they blame hackers! : NIKON : (angry) : Damn! : CEREAL : A worm AND a virus? The plot thickens. : Kate gets ready to get off the subway. : NIKON : Whoa, whoa whoa whoa, where are you going, : huh? : KATE : I got an idea. We've got a few hours, right, : till we get arrested. So just stay low. I'm : gonna go get some help. I'll beep you, okay? : (to Dade) : Are you coming? : Dade gets up. : CEREAL : May the Force be with you, man. : INT. INDUSTRIAL DANCE CLUB. : Weird music plays, lots of weird people dance. Razor and : Blade are on stage, dancing in front of a huge speaker. : KATE : There they are! : DADE : Razor and Blade! They're flakes! : KATE : They're elite! Let's get 'em. : Dade and Kate push through the crowd. The song changes to : a fast industrial rap number, Razor and Blade leave the : stage, and Dade starts getting moshed. He climbs on the : stage to follow Razor and Blade. For his trouble, he is : thrown back onto the crowd, who pass him around overhead. : Finally the crowd lets him go. He catches up with Kate. : KATE : I lost 'em. Where were you? : Dade tries to explain, but is at a loss for words. : They make their way to the entrance to Razor and Blade's : lair. Video monitors are everywhere. : DADE : I don't like this. : A robotic arm with a revolver swings around to point at : Dade. : DADE : AAAAAUGH! I definitely don't like this! : BLADE : (through video intercom) : What do you want? : DADE : Ummm... we come in peace? : Dade winces at his own corniness. : KATE : We need your help. If you're up to it. : RAZOR : She's buff. Ballsy. : BLADE : Let's keep her. : RAZOR : Waste the dude. : The gun goes off. It's only a cigarette lighter! No one : can accuse Razor and Blade of not having a sense of humor. : INT. RAZOR AND BLADE'S PLACE. : KATE : A virus called Da Vinci will cause oil spills : at 10:30 AM Eastern Time tomorrow. : DADE : It's somehow connected with the worm that's : stealing the money. : KATE : We need your help to overload the Gibson so we : can kill the Da Vinci virus and download the : worm program. : RAZOR : She's rabid, but cute. : BLADE : See, we're very busy. A TV network that : wishes to remain nameless has expressed an : interest in our show. : DADE : (noticing the stench of sellout) : Let's go, Kate. : RAZOR : Wait. Nobody said no. But you are going to : need more than just two media icons like us. : You need an army. : BLADE : That's it! An electronic army! If I were us, : I'd get on the internet, send out a major : distress signal. : RAZOR : Hackers of the World, Unite! : BLADE : How are you going to take care of the cops? : Dade just smiles. : INT. DADE'S ROOM. : Dade hacks into the city traffic light control system. : Suddenly there is gridlock on the streets of New York : City. : EXT. CENTRAL PARK. : Nikon is playing chess against two Hassidic Jews. : Cereal's beeper goes off. It displays the message: : GRAND CENTRAL : HACK THE PLANET : CEREAL : Yo. I'm blowing up. It's Kate, Grand : Central. Let's hit it! : Nikon checkmates his opponent and the two leave. : Dade, Cereal, Nikon, and Kate skate through the streets. : Dade's program to freeze all the traffic lights on green, : runs on schedule at 9:00:00 precisely. Picture New York City in : morning rush hour, and every traffic light is green. Instant : gridlock ensues. The four skate through the traffic easily, while : the Secret Service, now pursuing them, is stuck. Gill punches a : parked car in frustration. Its alarm goes off. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION. : The four hackers skate into Grand Central Station and head : to the lowest level. They meet up with Joey. : CEREAL : Hey Joey, you made it! : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : The hackers are now setting up laptops at a bank of pay : phones. Dade is wearing a "Pirate Eye" eyepiece. : KATE : Now listen up, use your best viruses to buy us : time, we have to get into Plague's file and : copy the worm. : Cereal screams. : CEREAL : Ai! Boom boom aiaiaiaiaee! Alright, that was : a little tension breaker, that had to be done, : alright? : KATE : Cereal. : CEREAL : Yeah? : KATE : Go fix the phones. : CEREAL : Roger. : Cereal takes off to fix the phones. : KATE : Joey, take his place. : JOEY : What, me? : KATE : Take his place, man, do it. You can do it. : Joey takes Cereal's place. : KATE : Ready? : DADE : Yeah. : KATE : Alright, let's boot up. : The four boot up their machines. Various vanity screens : come up on the laptops. They begin to hack. We see the : inside of the Gibson. Viruses of all kinds begin to pour : in. In the offices and data processing rooms, the : Ellingson staff are in pandemonium. Happy faces with eye : patches appear on their screens. "Sit on my interface." : "Shit for Brains." "Arf Arf Arf!" Cookie monsters. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : The big monitor shows the attack in progress. : MARGO : What is it? What's wrong? : PLAGUE : Nothing, it's just a minor glitch. : MARGO : "Minor glitch" with you seems to turn into a : major catastrophe. : The main screen is filled with: : I WANT A COOKIE. GIVE ME A COOKIE NOW! : HAL : There's a new virus in the database. : MARGO : What's happening? : HAL : It's replicating, eating up memory. What do I : do? : PLAGUE : Type "Cookie", you idiot. I'll head 'em off at : the pass. : Another virus appears. : HAL : We have a Zero Bug attacking all the login and : overlay files. : PLAGUE : Run anti-virus. Give me a systems display! : The systems display comes up. Red flashes everywhere, : signifying new attacks. Plague presses a key. : PLAGUE : Die, dickweeds! : HAL : The rabbit is in the administration system. : Rabbit icons start to fill the systems display. : PLAGUE : Send a Flu-shot. : MARGO : Rabbit, Flu-shot, someone talk to me. : HAL : A rabbit replicates till it overloads a file, : then it spreads like cancer. : MARGO : Cancer? : The Da Vinci Virus sings "Row Row Row Your Boat". : Tanker ballasts start filling - for real. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : KATE : It's the Gibson, it's finding us too fast. : DADE : Man, there's too many garbage files, I need : more time. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : PLAGUE : They're at Grand Central Station, lower level. : Don't screw up. : EXT. GRIDLOCKED STREETS. : The Secret Service and NYPD are stuck. They turn around : and head for Grand Central Station. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : The public phone next to Dade's rings. Dade answers. : It's The Plague. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : PLAGUE : Game's over. Last chance to get out of this : without a prison sentence. You're not good : enough to beat me, you little shit. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : DADE : Yeah, maybe I'm not. But we are, you asshole. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : PLAGUE : Give it up! Just give it up. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : Kate's phone rings. It's Razor. : RAZOR : Are we fashionably late? : Hackers in England, Italy, Japan, Russia, everywhere : mobilize and start attacking the Ellingson Gibson. The : English hacker looks and talks suspiciously like Annie : Lennox's husband. Our heroes relentlessly search for : the right garbage file. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : SYSOP : We have massive infection. Multiple GPI and : FSI viruses. : HAL : They're coming in from remote nodes. They're : going after the Kernal! : MARGO : Colonel who? : HAL : The System Command Processor, it's the brain. : MARGO : Cancer, brain... Brain Cancer? : Duke Ellingson arrives. : DUKE ELLINGSON : Belford, what's going on? : PLAGUE : In short, Duke, a shit storm. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION. : Dozens of armed Secret Service and SWAT troops push : through the crowded station looking for the hackers. : INSIDE THE COMPUTER. : The garbage file lights up. The familiar psychedelic : swirl of equations and fractal graphics returns. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : DADE : I found it! I found it! : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : PLAGUE : This is the end, my friend. : (smiling sickly) : Thank you for calling! : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : Dade is disconnected. : DADE : Oh, shit! He got me. : NIKON : Joey's getting stupid busy. : The SS and SWAT are still closing in on the hackers. : DADE : Joey. I need you to drop your viruses, go : after the worm. You're the closest. : The SS and SWAT push through crowds. : DADE : It's root slash period workspace slash : period garbage period. : The SS are nearly there. : Joey has found the file. : The SS arrive. Gill himself has his .357 drawn. : GILL : Freeze! : It's an empty bank of payphones, the receivers are linked : together and taped up. No hackers. They keep going. : GILL : (pissed off but determined) : Ahhh Come on! : Joey completes the download. : KATE : (to Razor and Blade) : Kill the Gibson. : RAZOR : Roger that. : INT. COMPUTER ROOM, ELLINGSON MINERAL. : PLAGUE : Come on you son of a bitch, is that all you : got, huh? Come on, let's see what else you : can do! You talking to me? Huh? Hahahaha. : Are you nuts? Come at me! : Margo and Duke are awed by Plague's imminent failure and : total unprofessionalism. : HAL : They're in the kernal. : DA VINCI VIRUS : Help... me... : The Da Vinci virus dies. The tankers stop capsizing and : right themselves. : WOMAN : (off screen) : The tankers have stopped capsizing. : SOMEONE ELSE : (off screen) : Ballast tanks are emptying. It'll be okay. : The main screen lights up: : ARF ARF! : WE GOTCHA! : MESS WITH THE BEST : DIE LIKE THE REST : PLAGUE : Little pissant! : The Gibson dies in a flash of light. : INT. GRAND CENTRAL PUBLIC PHONES. : The hackers cheer and congratulate each other. : NIKON : Yes! : DADE : We did it! : KATE : Let's get out of here! : GILL : FREEZE! : The SS have caught up with the hackers. Agent Bob seems to : be choosing which pore on which hacker's face to blow away : first. Only Joey thinks to put his hands up. : As they are led away, a handcuffed Dade surrreptitiously tosses the : disc with the worm into a trashcan. : EXT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION. : Outside, he notices Cereal, who wasn't present to be : arrested. He yells to the crowd, but really is : addressing Cereal. : DADE : They're TRASHING our rights, man! They're : TRASHING the flow of data! They're TRASHING! : TRASHING! TRASHING! HACK THE PLANET! HACK : THE PLANET! : GILL : Shut up and get in the car! : CEREAL : (understanding the hidden message) : HACK THE PLANET! HACK THE PLANET! : INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION. : Later, Cereal is trashing through the garbage cans in : Grand Central Station. Eventually he finds the disc. : To Cereal's disgust, it has gum stuck to it. : INT. GILL'S OFFICE. : Gill phones The Plague to report the successful takedown. : PLAGUE : Hello? : GILL : We caught 'em. : PLAGUE : Good. : GILL : Red handed! You won't be having any more : trouble from them. : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : At Plague's place, Plague and Margo toast with champagne, : giggle, and then scurry off to bed... : INT. GILL'S OFFICE. : Dade and Kate are there. : DADE : Me, alright? I did it. She knows shit about : computers. She... she's just my girlfriend. : GILL : (laughing) : I suggest you modify your attitude. Because : you are floating. And I'm about to flush your : ass. : The intercom beeps. : AGENT : You've got a Mrs. Murphy to see you, sir. : Gill leaves. : KATE : Are you crazy? What are you doing? : DADE : I'm trying to help you. : She pauses, realizing his gesture. : KATE : Dade. : DADE : What? : KATE : Thanks for your help. : Dade turns on the intercom. Gill can be heard through it. : GILL : (grimly) : Your son is in big trouble. He has violated : his probation and he has engaged in criminal : activity. : MRS. MURPHY : My son happens to be a genius. He understands : something happening today that you won't : comprehend if you live to be a hundred, and he : would never use what he knows to harm a living : soul. : Agent Bob enters. : AGENT BOB : The news crew you requested is here. : MRS. MURPHY : Oh good. Cause I have a few things to tell : them. : GILL : Your son is facing thirty felony counts in an : ongoing investigation. You face possible : arrest if you do that. : MRS. MURPHY : Mister, I don't care if I face certain death. : GILL : Mrs. Murphy stays right here. : KATE : Oh, wow, she's great. : DADE : Yeah. : INT. SECRET SERVICE OFFICES. : The news crew interviews Gill. : REPORTER : ...and attacked the Ellingson's computer : network. Is the last we've seen of this type : of high-tech espionage? : GILL : Well, I'm afraid not. Hackers are a grave : threat to the national security. This : incident just proves without a doubt that we : need increased funding to stop... : Nikon and Joey are led in. : The monitors cut into static, then Cereal appears. : SOMEONE : That kid cut him off! : CEREAL : Hold on, boys and girls. It is I, the Cereal : Killer, making my first coast to coast, world : wide, global television appearance. Yes, : that's right, I'm here to tell you about this : heinous scheme hatched from within Ellingson : Mineral. : Razor and Blade busily work on keeping him on the air. : CEREAL : But for what, you ask? World domination? : Nay. Something far more tacky. A virus called : Da Vinci, that when launched, would cause : Ellingson Mineral tankers to capsize was to be : blamed on innocent hackers. But this virus was : really the smokescreen, right. What could be : so vitally important to protect that someone : would create such a nasty, antisocial, very : uncool virus program? : Cereal is now seen and heard on the big screen in Times : Square. : CEREAL : But why? Could it be to cover the tracks for : this worm program? A worm that was to steal 25 : million bucks. The password for this hungry : little sucker belongs to Margo Wallace, head : of public relations at Ellingson Mineral... : INT. PLAGUE'S LOFT. : Margo watches this and sits bolt upright in bed. : MARGO : Oh my God! : CEREAL : (continuing) : ...and Eugene Belford, Computer Security : Officer. : INT. SECRET SERVICE OFFICE : GILL : (finally understanding what's been : going on all along) : Son of a BITCH! : CEREAL : (continuing) : What's this? Is this the unnamed account in the : Bahamas where the money was to be stashed? I : think so! : An account number scrolls below Cereal's chin. : CEREAL : Yo. I kinda feel like God! : His voice echoes across the earth and among the : satellites. : MARGO : Plague? : Eugene? : Almost supernaturally, Plague is already gone. He was : right next to her, stark naked in bed a second ago. : INT. SECRET SERVICE OFFICES. : The hackers embrace and congratulate each other again, : Lauren Murphy hugs her son. : INT. POLICE STATION, WOMEN'S LOCKUP. : Margo Wallace has been arrested, and is being led into the : women's lockup. Some of the other women grab at her : expensive Italian leather jacket as she is led to her cell. : MARGO : I don't even know how to work a VCR, let alone : a computer! Get off! Look, listen, I'll make : a deal. Eugene Belford! I know where his : mother is, I promise you. Get offa me! I need : a lawyer! : INT. AIRLINER CABIN. IN FLIGHT. : STEWARDESS : Here you are, Mr. Babbage. Flight time to : Tokyo should be about 14 hours today. Can I : get you anything else? : "Babbage" is The Plague in disguise; he now appears about : 60 years old. : PLAGUE : Just a pillow please. : The pillow slides in behind his head, he reaches up to : adjust it. : PLAGUE : Thank you. : A handcuff snaps onto his wrist. It's Gill. : GILL : You're welcome. : PLAGUE : What's going on? Let go of me! Stewardess! : I'll never fly this airline again! : EXT. NEW YORK CITY SIDEWALK. NIGHT. : Dade and Kate are on their date. Dade is smartly, : somewhat androgynously dressed. Kate is heavily made up, : and yes, she is wearing a dress. : DADE : You look good in a dress. : KATE : You would have looked better. : DADE : Wanna go for a swim? : EXT. ROOFTOP SWIMMING POOL. : Dade and Kate swimming, fully clothed, in a pool on a : roof. : KATE : I can't believe they decided you won. : DADE : They didn't. The guys felt it was the only : way I'd get a date. Anyway, you're pretty : good. You're elite. : KATE : Yeah? You know if you would have said so in : the beginning, you would have saved yourself : a whole lot of trouble. : They look out at the skyline. Suddenly, the lights in : three buildings change. They spell out: : C B : R A U : A N R : S D N : H : Kate laughs, honestly impressed. : DADE : Beat that! : Kate continues laughing. : DADE : You know, I've been having these really : weird.. : KATE : (finishing his sentence) : Dreams? : They kiss passionately. : The credits roll. : Associate Producer : Selwyn Roberts : Penn Jillette as Hal : London Casting : Michelle Guish : Unit Production Manager : Selwyn Roberts : First Assistant Director : Simon Hinkly : Second Assistant Directors : Jerry Daly : Steve Robinson : Music Supervisor : Bob Last : Visual Effects Supervisor : Peter Chiang : Supervising Sound Editor : Glenn Freemantle : Re-Recording Mixer : John Hayward, A.M.P.S. : Dade and Kate emerge from their underwater kiss, the view : rises above the pool and into the night. Fade to black. : CAST : ---- : Dade Jonny Lee Miller : Kate Angelina Jolie : Joey Jesse Bradford : Cereal Matthew Lillard : Nikon Laurence Mason : Phreak Renoly Santiago : The Plague Fisher Stevens : Lauren Murphy Alberta Watson : Razor Darren Lee : Blade Peter Y. Kim : Curtis Ethan Browne : Margo Lorraine Bracco : Agent Dick Gill Wendell Pierce : Agent Bob Michael Gaston : Agent Ray Marc Anthony : Hal Penn Jillette : Laura Liza Walker : Mr. Ellingson Bob Sessions : S.S. Agent, Seattle Blake Willett : Young Dade Max Ligosh : Attorney Felicity Huffman : Michael Murphy Paul Klementowicz : Judge Richard Ziman : Norm Bill Maul : Jock William DeMeo : Denise Denise George : Freshmen on Roof Jeb Handwerger : Mitchell Nguyen-McCormick : Mr. Simpson Gary Klar : Joey's Mom Terry Porter : 1st Sysops Technician Johnny Myers : 2nd Sysops Technician Kevin Brewerton : English Teacher Sam Douglas : 1st V.P. Kal Weber : 2nd V.P. Jeff Harding : 2nd S.S. Agent Tom Hill : Reporter Jennifer Rice : Addict Hank Douglas W. Iles : Addict Vickie Annemarie Zola : Tow Truck Driver Michael Potts : Phreak's Mom Nancy Ticotin : Ellingson Guard Mike Cicchetti : Phone Repairman Mick O'Rourke : London Hacker Dave Stewart : Tokyo Hacker Naoko Mori : Italian Hacker Roberta Gotti : Russian Hackers Ravil Isyanov : Olegario Fedoro : News Technician Eric Loren : Flight Attendant Kristin Moreu : Second Reporter Ricco Ross : Jail Guard Tony Sibbaldi : Talk Show Host Richard Purro : Da Vinci Virus Enzo Junior : 3rd V.P. Yoshimori Yamamoto : 4th V.P. Ralph Winter : Receptionist Kimbra Standish : Rollerblader Steven Angiolini : STUNTS - U.K. : ------------- : Glen Marks Andreas Petrides : Nick Powell Tony Lucken : Jim Dowdall Peter Pedrero : Tom Delmar Seon Rogers : STUNTS - U.S. : ------------- : Stunt Coordinator Jerry Hewitt : Stunt Performers : Mike Cicchetti Danny Downey : Mick O'Rourke Don Picard : Jennifer Lamb Mark Webster : "CYBERSPIRITS" and SKATERS : -------------------------- : Jennifer Badger Melissa Barkan : Don J. Hewitt Christo Morse : Felix Santiago Christopher Walker : Joseph Lloyd : Hacking Consultants Jack Hitt and Paul Tough : Art Director John Frankish : Set Decorator Joanne Woolard : Assistant Art Director Ben Scott : Camera Operator Mike Proudfoot : Focus Puller David Morgan : Clapper Loader John Ferguson : Camera Grip Tony Turner : 2nd Camera Assistant Andrew Banwell : Still Photographer Mark Tillie : Script Supervisor Diana Dill : Production Coordinator Jo Bunn : Chief Lighting Technician John "Biggles" Higgins : Assistant Lighting Technician Kevin Edland : Rigging Gaffer Wayne Leach : Location Manager Richard Sharkey : Assistant Location Manager Piers Dunn : Visual Effects Coordinator Tim Field : Senior Visual Effects Technicians Andrew Eio : Justin Owen : Joe Bruton : Visual Effects Assistant Matthew Kok : Visual Effects Editor Martyn Robinson : First Assistant Editors Steve Maguire : Fabienne Rawley : Second Assistant Editors Christian Wheeler : Julian Pryce : Third Assistant Editor Jonathan Mann : Dialogue Editor Philip Alton : Sound Effects Editor Peter Baldock : Assistant Sound Editors Timothy Vine : Keith Lowes : Ed Stabile : Foley Editor Polly Aitken : ADR Editor Peter Elliott : Assistant Re-Recording Mixers David Anderson : Richard Pryke : Foley Mixer Nic LeMessunier A.M.P.S. : Sound Mixer Peter Lindsay : Sound Maintenance Mervyn Moore : Sound Assistant Steve Finn : Music Editor Paul Rabjohns : Post Production Coordinator Jo Human : Post Production Music Coordinator Gale Wright : Assistant Costume Designer Kate Forbes : Wardrobe Supervisor Anne Gorman : Wardrobe Assistant Abigail Hicks : Hair and Make-up Stylists Christine Blundell : Liz Danauer : Assistant Make-up Stylist Marese Langan : Production Buyer John O'Shaugnessy : Property Master Keith Vowles : Prop Storeman Brian West : Changehand Dressing Prop John Moore : Dressing Props Kevin Wheeler : Marion Cole : Changehand Standby Prop Joe Dipple : Standby Prop Stanley Torbett : Props Carpenter Paul Lawlor : Construction Manager Craig Hillier : Standby Carpenter Richard Jones : Standby Painter Roy Martin : Standby Rigger Peter Hawkins : Standby Stagehand David Jones : Storyboard Artist Jane Clark : Visual Effects Cameramen Ingrid Domeij : Mark Gardiner : Peter Field : Focus Puller Alex Howe : Clapper Loader Mark Millsome : "City of Text" Model by Artem, Ltd. : Modelmakers Robert Thomas : Adam Howarth : Bob Thorne : Julian Eyres : Motion Control Operator Martin Kelly : Motion Control Assistant John Duffy : Computer Screens and Graphics by : Research Arts : Art Direction and Design Simon Staines : Consultant Neville Brody : Animation Mike Williams : Tony Campbell : Shamshul Rosunally : Toby Inwards : Office Manager FWA Richards : Digital Film at : The Moving Picture Company : Computer Animation Paul Franklin : Keith Roberts : Nigel Hardwidge : Jane O'Callaghan : Programmers Peter Grecian : Simon Robinson : Digital Visual Effects Charlie Noble : Production Matthew Holben : Alex Hope : Arthur Windus : Optical & Digital Effects : The Magic Camera Company : Effects Producer Antony Hunt : Effects Coordinator Brenda Coxon : Optical Cameramen Andy Jeffery : Alan Church : Optical Effects Animation Helen Ball : Digital Effects Supervision Alan Marques : Digital Effects Animation Evan Davies : Richard Scarlett : Philippe Montagny : Matte Paintings by : Matte World Digital : Marin, CA : Visual Effects Producer Craig Barron : Executive in Charge of Production Krystyna Demkowicz : Visual Effects Supervisor Chris Evans : Digital Compositor Paul Riviera : Motion Control Camera Cameron Noble : Effects Editorial Martin Matzinger : Key Grip Todd Smith : Opticals by : GSE : Unit Publicists Graham Smith : Julia Jones : Production Accountant Tony Miller : Assistant Accountants Sarah Miller : Justin Miller : Assistant to Iain Softley Gale Wright : Assistants to the Producers Jo Human : Trip Pierson : Production Assistants Donal Heath : Nick Cornwell : Paul Ellison : Jo Sexton : Kenny Stewart : 2nd Second A.D. Pippa Harrison : 2nd Unit A.D. Cordelia Hardy : 2nd Unit Director of Photography Zoran Djordjevic : Casting Associate Barbara Collins : Casting Assistant Michelle Arthur : Crowd Coordinator James Fowlds : Draughtsman Andrew Nicholson : Junior Draughtsman Ray Chan : Assistant to Set Director Eliza Solesbury : Art Department Assistant Hannah Coupland : Video Assist Penny Skuse : Catering Anglia Catering Services : Unit Nurse Sophie Rayner : Security Lew Morgan : Unit Vehicles Micky Webb : Facilities Luna : Drivers Phil Allchin : Maurice Newsome : Jeff Oldman : NEW YORK UNIT : ------------- : Unit Production Manager/ : 1st Assistant Director Joel Tuber : 2nd Assistant Director Glen Trodiner : Art Director Chris Shriver : Set Decorator Alyssa Winter : Camera Operator John Sosenko : First Assistant Camera Gerrard Sava : Second Assistant Camera Pamela Rittelmeyer : Still Photographer Jim Bridges : Video Howard Weiner : Michael Neil Fallon : Script Supervisor Martha Pinson : Production Coordinator Michael Boonstra : 2nd Second Assistant Director Dean Garvin : Chief Lighting Technician Michael Palmer : Assistant Lighting Technician Kevin Janicelli : Key Grip Billy Miller : Dolly Grip David Lowry, Jr. : Location Manager Nick Bernstein : Assistant Location Manager Isabelle Kostio-Crosby : Assistant Locations Laura Barnett : Boom Operator Tommy Louie : Cable Alexandra Baltarzuk : Assistant to Costume Designer Dean Bright : Wardrobe Supervisors Anne Gorman : Marcia Patton : Make-up Artist Bernadette Mazur : Hair Stylist Judith Goodman : Property Master Jeff Butcher : First Assistant Prop JoAnn Atwood : Assistant Set Decorator Chandra Kochie : On-Set Dresser Rochelle Edelson : Art Department Coordinator Crocus Bever : Scenic Artist Elizabeth Linn : Draughtswoman Patricia Woodbridge : Lead Man Timothy Metzger : Construction Coordinator Tom Costabile : Construction Foreman/Key Carpenter Rudy Pelikan : Special Effects Steve Kirshoff : Transportation Captain Jimmy Nugent : Unit Publicist Reid Rosefelt : Assistant Production Coordinator J. Lauren Buckley : Accountant Margaret Ann McCourt : Assistant Accountants Ron Wahl : Holly Rymon : Extras Casting Judy Fizler : Dialect Coach John Tammi : Computer Hacking Consultants Dave Buchwald : Emmanuel Goldstein : Pete Hoyes : Omar Wason : Rollerblade Coach Christo Morse : Craft Service Kitty Witwer : On Set Nurse Carolyn Baxter : The Producers Wish to Thank : Apple Computer Inc. : AT&T : Radius Inc. : Jay Presson Allen : William Latham : Wipeout Game from Sony Psygnosis : for Playstation & Computer PC CDs : Title Design by Richard Morrison : Plume Productions, Ltd. : Title Opticals by Capital FX : Color Timer Tom Gibson : DTS Consultant John Taylor : Cookie Monster is a Jim Henson Muppet : Featured on Sesame Street : A production of Children's Television Workshop : "Conscience of a Hacker" : quoted with permission : of Loyd Blankenship : mentor@blankenship.com : Sound Re-Recorded at : Pinewood Studios : London, England : Lighting Equipment by AFM Lighting, Ltd. : Film Processing : Rank Film Laboratories, London, England : Duart Film Laboratories, New York : Motion Control Equipment by : Granada Television Ltd. : Filmed in PANAVISION : Color by deluxe : Produced on Kodak Film : Production Services by United Artists Corporation Ltd.

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