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AD LIB goodnights.

78 INT. CHANGING ROOM - NIGHT78

outside laser lab where all technicians, etc. have to put on the

protective suits, or at least dirt-free shoes. Lora is pulling off

her white suit, and Alan pulls white paper protectors off his shoes.

LORA:

Did you say Group 7 access?

ALAN:

Yeah...pain in the neck, you know,

I was all set

LORA:

Did he say why?

ALAN:

(shrugs)

Something about tampering. Some body's

prob'ly trying to siphon the R&D budget

into his checking account, I don't know.

Why are you so interested?

LORA:

Flynn had Group 7 access.

ALAN:

Flynn had access to you, too. I'm not

interested in talking about him.

LORA:

Oh, I wish you'd forget about that.

It was all so long ago. I've totally

gotten over it.

ALAN:

Okay, okay...

LORA:

I want to go to his place.

ALAN:

You call that getting over it?

LORA:

I mean I want both of us to go.

She closes her locker. He follows her into the corridor.

79 INT. CORRIDOR 79

Alan and Lora, walking to the elevator.

ALAN:

What for?

LORA:

To warn him.

ALAN:

Of what?

LORA:

That Dillinger's on to him.

They get into the elevator.

ALAN:

For what?

LORA:

For being on to Dillinger.

ALAN:

(completely confused)

What -- ?

The elevator doors close.

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80-81 OMIT 80-81

82 EXT. VIDEO ARCADE - NIGHT 82

As van pulls up in front of it, a long ESTABLISHING SHOT with the

name "Flynn's" high and blazing above the entrance.

CUT TO:

83 INT. VIDEO ARCADE (same arcade as in title sequence)-NIGHT 83

CAMERA PANS AROUND. It's bright and jazzy, Las Vegas style,

decorated with huge murals of computer chips and electronic

circuitry. We see dozens of individual machines, where scores of

GUYS and GIRLS, teenagers mostly, but older and younger kids too,

are playing the games, watching, milling around, CHATTERING.

As the kids play, colored glows from the video games light up their

faces eerily.

84 CLOSE SHOT 84

of kid playing one of the games "Tailgunner."

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85 ANOTHER CLOSE UP85

of two GIRLS playing "Berzerk," with 2-D computer images of human

figures running through the maze.

86 CLOSE UP 86

of "Battle Zone" screen.

87 CLOSE UP 87

of "'Lunar Lander".

88 CLOSE UP 88

of "Star Castle".

89 CLOSE UP 89

of "Space Invaders".

90 CAMERA TRUCKS through the aisle, past the absorbed kids 90

who crowd around each machine, oblivious to anyone passing them.

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91 ALAN AND LORA 91

walking through the aisle of games, from behind. They are slightly

bewildered and confused by the weird noises. Lora approaches a

junior high school girl who's watching a hot game of "Battle Zone."

LORA:

Hey, where's Flynn tonight?

The kid looks at Lora, then turns towards the center of the room

and points. Alan and Lora look.

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92 FLYNN 92

playing a game called Space Paranoids, CAMERA TILTING UP into his

face, catching the orange glow from the console.

The game has a prominent ICOM logo under the screen. Flynn is a

cocky kid in his mid-20s, unshaven, wearing a T-shirt, jeans,

jogging shoes. He's racked up a terrific score.

Kids are grouped around him, tensely watching the game -- fans.

As we watch, the machine's nine-digit scoreboard goes to

999,999,999 -- then flashes the word "RECORD" as lights blink and

a SIREN sounds. The kids cheer wildly.

FLYNN:

It's all in the wrist, friends.

He grins tiredly and turns away from the game to find Lora

approaching him, with Alan in tow.

FLYNN:

(continuinq)

Hey! Good to see you guys! Nothing

classes up the place like a cleancut

young couple.

LORA:

We have to talk.

FLYNN:

Good luck. You can't even think in here.

He leads them toward the back of the arcade.

FLYNN:

(CONT.)

Come on.

93-96 OMIT 93-96

97 INT. BACK ROOM - NIGHT97

A dark, panelled room, with a few comfortable chairs, a business

desk with a typewriter and terminal (where we saw Flynn working in

scenes 29, 33, etc.), and a couple of video games -- Flynn's

favorites. As Flynn, Lora, and Alan enter, they find the arcade

noise considerably muffled. Flynn settles into a chair; Alan leans

against a game, nervous; Lora paces.

FLYNN:

(stretching his

arms, relaxing)

So...how's the world of serious science?

LORA:

Have you been sneaking into the

ICOM system?

FLYNN:

Whew. You never were much for small

talk.

(to Alan)

She still leave her clothes all over

the floor?

Alan looks profoundly uncomfortable.

LORA:

Flynn!

ALAN:

Uh, no ... I mean, not that often -

Flynn laughs.

LORA:

(to Alan,

indicating arcade)

You can see why all his friends are

fourteen years old.

FLYNN:

Touche, honey. Yeah, I've been doing a

little hacking here. Which I've got

every reason, as you well know...

ALAN:

You did break in.

FLYNN:

Tried to.

(nods toward

terminal)

Can't quite make the connection with

that sucker, though. If I had a

direct terminal ...

ALAN:

Are you embezzling?

FLYNN:

(Sydney Greenstreet)

"Embezzling" is such an ugly word,

Mister Bailey...

(normal voice)

No, actually I'm trying to get a

legal brief together.

ALAN:

I don't get it.

FLYNN:

(to Lora)

You haven't told him?

She shakes her head.

FLYNN (CONT.)

(sighs)

Sherman, set the Wayback Machine

for...oh, 1973. Kevin Flynn

(points to himself)

is one of the brightest young

software engineers at ICOM. He's so

bright that he starts going in there

at night, and sets up a private memory

file, and begins writing a program

for a video game he is inventing,

called...

(waves at one of the

games in the room)

...Space Paranoids.

ALAN:

You invented Space Paranoids?

FLYNN:

Yepper. And Vice Squad, and Meltdown...

whole slew of 'em. I was this close

(gestures)

to starting my own little enterprise.

But:
enter Ed Dillinger. Another

software engineer -- not so young,

not so bright, but very, very sneaky.

One night, our boy Flynn goes to his

terminal, tries to read up his file,

and ... nothing. A big blank. We now

take you to three months later.

Ed Dillinger presents ICOM with five

video games he has "invented" -- the

slime didn't even change the names --

and he gets a big fat promotion. Thus

begins his meteoric rise to...what is

he now, Executive V.P.?

ALAN:

Senior exec.

FLYNN:

Oh my. Meanwhile, kids are putting eight

million quarters a week in Space Paranoids

machines and I'm not seeing one dime.

ALAN:

I still don't get why you're trying to

break into the system.

FLYNN:

Because somewhere... in one of those

memories ... is the evidence. If I got in

far enough, I could reconstruct it.

FLYNN (CONT.)

My password ... Dillinger's instruction to

divert the data ...

LORA:

I'm afraid it's a little late for that.

Dillinger's shut off Group 7 access. He must

know what you're up to.

FLYNN:

Boy, I bet I know who's workin' late tonight.

ALAN:

Dillinger?

FLYNN:

Yeah. Tryin' to find the file and erase it.

Once that's gone, ain't nothin' can stop him.

Just Eddie and his Master Control Program,

runnin' things from on high..

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