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Hackers Page #10
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 107 min
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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:
Sh*t! 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.
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