Hackers Page #4

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?

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