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FBI COMPUTER GEEK #1

Wired's man of the year, 1996.

Pretty much a burnout but he was

the hacker zeitgeist of his day -

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ROBERTS:

I know who Jobson is. I busted

him.

(to Stan's image)

Why are you in L.A.?

Roberts looks at it. Then at the screen. A pop-up

screen shows Stanley's history.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #1

His ex-wife lives in Malibu.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #2

The new husband owns Backdoor

Films, a shady porn production

house in Chatsworth. Decent

production value but they only

shoot on video. His wife actually

starred in a couple of his videos.

Apparently she's an 'actress.'

Roberts moves the mouse to see Ginger.

ROBERTS:

Who's the chick?

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #1

We don't know yet, sir.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #2

Serious piece of talent.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #3

Way outta his league. Something's

up.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #2

You know he also has a ten-year

old daughter, who he's not

supposed to see. Maybe that's why

he's here.

Roberts looks at him like he's an idiot.

FBI COMPUTER GEEK #2

Or maybe not.

ROBERTS:

I want to know who that girl is.

Pronto.

Roberts stands.

ROBERTS:

And stake out his daughter.

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58 EXT. GABRIEL'S HOUSE - POOL - NIGHT 58

The house is at the very top of the hills and the pool

hangs off the side of the cliff, way below the house.

The outer edge appears nonexistent, like the water hangs

frozen in air.

A very hip but very nasty soiree is in progress. More

Ibiza than Hollywood Hills.

Stanley sits in a chair beside a pool containing a half-

dozen beautiful un-clad model-types.

Gabriel is mingling through the crowd.

CLOSEUP - STANLEY

Stanley stares off into the glittering lights of L.A.

WIDEN.

GABRIEL:

(smiles)

So Stan, tell me. How'd you do

it?

STANLEY:

Do what?

GABRIEL:

Break the code. At the club.

You broke the entire encryption, a

silencer against your eye and your

cock in someone's mouth, all in

less than sixty seconds. How?

STANLEY:

I used a logic bomb, dropped it

through the trap door -

GINGER:

No, you didn't. You didn't have

time.

GABRIEL:

C'mon, you can do better than

that. How'd you do it?

STANLEY:

I used a password sniffer.

Gabriel glances at Ginger who shakes her head.

GINGER:

Uh uh.

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Yes, I did -STANLEY

GABRIEL:

C'mon, Stanley. How'd-you-do-it?

STANLEY:

I don't know exactly. I see the

numbers. In my head. All mylife. I don't answer equations, Ijust see the answers. Same with

code. I can't explain --Ginger

eases over to where Stan is sitting. She runs her

hands across his shoulders as she moves around him,

dancing to the MUSIC.

GINGER:

Mozart always said he didn't writemusic; he just wrote down what heheard in his head. So did

Faulkner, just with words.

GABRIEL:

(drinking wine)

You definitely have a gift, Stan.

The most powerful people on theplanet are like you. With a laptopand a phone line you can make Godlook like a thirteen-year-oldwith a stack of Playboys and alack of imagination.

(beat)

C'mere, Stan, let me show yousomething.

59 INT. GABRIEL'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 59

Stanley and Gabriel stand in Gabriel's primo designedpad, staring at an array of supercomputers.

Stanley stands in front of the six huge flat panels,

linked together, in complete awe.

GABRIEL:

Pretty impressive, huh.

(beat)

So...

So?

STANLEY:

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GABRIEL:

Here's the deal. I need a worm,

Stanley. A hydra, actually. A

multi-headed worm to break an

encryption and then sniff out

latent digital footprints

throughout an encrypted network.

STANLEY:

What kind of cypher?

GABRIEL:

Vernam encryption.

STANLEY:

A Vernam's impossible. Its key

code is destroyed upon

implementation. Not to mention

being a true 128 bit encryption.

GABRIEL:

Actually, we're talking 512 bit.

STANLEY:

It's impossible.

GABRIEL:

Tell ya what, I'll pay you ten

million dollars. That should be

enough to get your daughter back...

(beat)

... unless of course it's impossible.

Stan thinks about it.

STANLEY:

Nothing's impossible.

They shake hands and Gabriel heads toward the back of the

house.

LONG SHOT - GABRIEL

walking up the stairs toward his room.

Stan looks over to see Ginger staring at him.

STANLEY:

What?

Ginger pulls herself up on the desk, spreading her legs

on either side of the keyboard.

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GINGER:

C'mon, Stan. Let's get to work.

She turns on the computers. He backs away.

GINGER:

It won't bite you, I promise.

STANLEY:

I don't know. It's gonna be

pretty hard without a gun to my

head.

She reaches out and pulls him to her.

GINGER:

Well, let's put a gun to your

head.

She kisses him and slowly he responds. She smiles.

GINGER:

Tell me about your worm, Stanley.

They kiss.

GINGER:

You surprised that a girl with

real breasts and an I.Q. over 70

can give you a hard-on?

Stan shakes his head.

STANLEY:

I thought you were Gabriel's.

She looks at him a moment. She smiles at him and slowly

bends forward to whisper in his ear.

CLOSEUP - GINGER'S MOUTH

at Stanley's ear.

GINGER:

(very slowly)

I am not what you think I am.

ANGLE ON GINGER AND STANLEY

As she leans back. She stares at him a moment then

slides off the desk.

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GINGER:

You're a smart guy, Stanley. You

figure me out.

She hands him the bottle of expensive wine she's been

drinking, and then grabbing Stan by the belt-buckle,

pulls him casually behind her toward the pool house.

FADE TO BLACK.

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60 EXT. POOL - DAY 60

Lounging by the pool is none other than our heroine,

Ginger, topless, wearing nothing more than tiny, oblong,

green-tinted shades, a skimpy T-back, and a little silver

ring through her left nipple. She's reading Steven

Hawkings' A Brief History of Time. A shadow falls over

her.

The shadow moves. Ginger glances nonchalantly up, then:

GINGER:

(sitting up,

grinning)

Don't you have that just-f***ed

the-neighbor's-cat look this

morning.

She reaches over, lights a cigarette, and inhales deeply.

He smiles, looking her up and down.

GINGER:

Problem?

STANLEY:

Pretty impressive.

GINGER:

I thought we went over all that

last night.

STANLEY:

(beat, then like

"stupid")

The book, Ginger.

GINGER:

Ohhh.

(holding it out)

Look, no pictures. Get out of my

light.

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They stare at each sharing a moment of God-only-knowswhat,

then both break into smiles like two giddy seventh-

graders at the local skating rink.

Stanley nervously clears his throat. She's got him.

STANLEY:

Can I borrow your car? There's

something I need to do.

She reaches down beside the chair, grabs her keys and

tosses them to him. Then:

GINGER:

If you're going to see your

daughter, you might want to

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