Hackers Page #7

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.

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