Hackers Page #8

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.

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