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42 INT. FBI INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT 42

ROBERTS:

That's a real nice story.

haven't given me sh*t.

But you

Torvalds knows this and smiles at Roberts arrogantly.

The door opens, an FBI AGENT sticks his head in.

AGENT #1

Excuse me, sir... you have a call.

ROBERTS:

So, take a message.

AGENT #1

It's Assistant Director Joy, hesaid it's important.

ROBERTS:

At least it's not my wife.

(to Torvalds)

You need to think about what else

you know.

(then, to Agent #1)

Watch him.

Roberts walks out of the room.

himself outside the door.

The FBI Agent positions

43 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT 43

Roberts walks out of the room.

there.

Torvalds' attorney is

LAWYER:

You will be hearing from my

gover -Shut

up.

ROBERTS:

Roberts walks down the hall. The attorney, pissed, walksback into the interrogation room.

44 INT. VIEWING ROOM - NIGHT 44

One of the two Agents watches the door, the other, BadAgent #2 steps over to the two-way mirror.

(CONTINUED)

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44 CONTINUED:

Torvalds talks to his attorney in Finnish. Apparentlyhis attorney is trying to convince him of something.

Torvalds, unfazed, walks over to the one-way mirror.

PULL BACK FROM Torvalds to reveal Bad Agent #2 calmlyscrewing a silencer on to his .45. Torvalds leans closer

to the glass.

Bad Agent #2 sticks the silenced barrel of the gun upagainst the glass -- right between the eyes of Torvalds.

Bad Agent #2 moves the barrel up and down betweenTorvalds face and neck.

44

45 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - SAME TIME

Torvalds looks smugly into the glass.

holding up his middle finger.

He lifts his hand,

45

46 INT. VIEWING ROOM - NIGHT

Bad Agent #2 moves his aim to Torvalds' tonsils.

depresses the trigger slightly.

He

46

47 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - SAME TIME

Torvalds, middle finger in the air, smiles. Unbeknownst

to him however, a tiny red aiming laser has zippedthrough the glass and is now positioned as a dot onTorvalds' throat.

47

48 INT. VIEWING ROOM - NIGHT

Satisfied with the placement he PULLS the TRIGGER...

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

48

49 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Roberts walks down the hall and turns right into -49

50 INT. COFFEE ROOM - NIGHT

Roberts picks up the phone.

ROBERTS:

This is Roberts, I have a call

from A.D. Joy.

(CONTINUED)

50

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FBI OPERATOR (V.O.)

Hold, sir.

Finally -A.

D. JOY (V.O.)

Joy.

ROBERTS:

Roberts. You needed me.

A.D. JOY (V.O.)

What do you mean?

ROBERTS:

You didn't call me?

A.D. JOY (V.O.)

You just called me...

Realization slowly hits him, he drops the phone and runsfrom the room.

51 INT. HALLWAY - SAME TIME 51

Roberts runs down the hall and into:

52 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT 52

Roberts finds Torvalds and his attorney dead.

looks into the mirror.

Roberts

Six clean bullet holes perforate his reflection.

ROBERTS:

Sh*t!

53 INT. PRAGUE NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 53

A huge, lavish, converted theater in downtown LosAngeles. A 21st Century version of 54 on equal overdosesof steroids and acid.

54 INT. VIP SECTION - NIGHT 54

Stanley and Ginger walk into a large area with individualprivate booths in small rooms around the perimeter. The

rooms have the ability to be closed off by drawing huge,

thick velvet drapes.

(CONTINUED)

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GINGER:

I wish you'd let me buy you a

suit.

STANLEY:

I'm happy with what I'm wearing.

GINGER:

You have no self-esteem, Stanley.

STANLEY:

(dryly)

I know.

They walk into one of the booths in the back. Sitting

around a large, oval table is our antihero, Gabriel

Shear, surrounded by a handful of his crew and a gaggle

of beautiful model-types.

Ginger kisses Gabriel and with a healthy exchange of

fluids, then...

GINGER:

Miss me?

Gabriel smiles, then looks back at Stanley.

GINGER:

Gabriel, Stanley. Stanley,

Gabriel.

Gabriel just stares.

GABRIEL:

(very familiar)

Big Stan. Nice suit.

STANLEY:

Thanks.

GABRIEL:

You know, they say it's the

clothes that make the man...

STANLEY:

You buy it?

GABRIEL:

Hope not.

(then)

Buy you a drink?

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STANLEY:

I flew fifteen hundred miles for

this meeting, how 'bout we get to

the point.

GABRIEL:

Actually you flew 1500 miles for

100 grand. But that's not the

point.

Stanley sits down. Gabriel pours Stan a glass of Crown.

GABRIEL:

I heard this story about this

young hacker who made a virus that

broke the F.B.I.'s Carnivore

program that was actively reading

every subscriber's E-mail and

scrambled the systems. He did

what the federal judges wouldn't

do and kept the government out of

our Privacy.

STANLEY:

I think I heard that. Story is he

went to jail and the federal

Carnivore program is back in full

swing. It was a real tragedy.

What can I do for you?

Changing the subject.

GABRIEL:

Stanley, meet Helga.

Gabriel smiles.

The beautiful WOMAN to Stanley's right slides closer.

HELGA (WOMAN)

(heavily accented)

Hi, Stanley.

Stanley looks at her, she's a knockout; artificially

perfect. He looks back at Gabriel.

STANLEY:

Look, I don't have a lot of

patience for this -

GABRIEL:

Stanley, we have a problem, maybe

you can help us out.

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Stan looks around; everyone is smiling. Helga moves

closer to him.

GABRIEL:

Take a look at this.

He is handed an open laptop, it glows. He sets it on the

table and spins it around in front of Stanley.

STANLEY:

(like an alcoholic

faced with a fifth

of tequila)

You know I can't touch that.

Helga pours a shot of tequila.

HELGA:

You like tequila, Stanley?

Helga shoots the tequila, then turns to Stanley, places

her lips against his. The gold liquid drips from their

lips as she spits it into Stanley's mouth.

He pushes her away, breaking the liplock, and swallowing

the tequila. She licks it from his face.

GABRIEL:

No need for modesty, we're all

friends here, Stanley.

STANLEY:

This is bullshit. I came -

GABRIEL:

You want something from me, amigo,

I want something from you. D.O.D.

dBase, 128 bit R.S.A. encryption.

Whattaya think? Impossible?

Stanley's having a little trouble concentrating on

Gabriel.

STANLEY:

Nothing's impossible.

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