Hackers (1995) - full transcript

Dade Murphy was a hacker even as a kid in Seattle. He got arrested for the computer virus that he planted and was banned from using any computer until the age of 18.Then he moves to New York to meet a group of hackers. He also falls in love with Kate Libby.

Let's move!

Upstairs. Go, go.

What's going on?

What's the matter?

- Who are you?

- Come on, come on, let's go.

- Hey.

- Cover the back.

Dada! Dada!

Knock it down.

The defendant, Dade Murphy,

who calls himself "Zero Cool,"

has repeatedly committed

criminal acts

of a malicious nature.

This defendant possesses

a superior intelligence,

which he uses

to a destructive

and antisocial end.

His computer virus crashed

1507 systems,

including Wall Street

trading systems,

single-handedly causing

a seven-point drop

in the New York stock market.

Dade Murphy,

I hereby fine your family

$45,000.

I sentence you to probation,

under which you are forbidden

to own or operate a computer

or a touchtone telephone

until the day of your

18th birthday.

- Dade.

- Yeah, Ma?

What are you doing?

I'm taking over a TV network.

Finish up, honey,

and get to sleep.

And happy birthday.

Security. Norm. Norman speaking.

Norman, this is Mr. Eddie Vedder

from Accounting.

I just had a power surge

here at home

that wiped out a file

I was working on.

And, listen, I'm in big trouble.

You know anything

about computers?

Um, gee...

Right, well, my BLT drive

on my computer

just went AWOL,

and I got this big project

due tomorrow for Mr. Kawasaki.

And if I don't get it in, he's gonna

ask me to commit hara-kiri.

Uh...

Yeah, well, you know these Japanese

management techniques.

Could you read me

the number on the modem?

Um...

It's a little boxy thing,

Norm, with switches on it.

It lets my computer talk

to the one there.

212-555-4240.

So-called American Indians,

Latinos, and blacks

come from a genetically

mediocre stock.

- Yak, yak, yak.

- Being a racist means

being aware

of racial divisions...

- Get a job.

- And I am.

Say I'm a...

You are about

to experience the awe and mystery

which reaches

from the inner mind to...

- the Outer Limits.

- Yes!

Hey. What?

Zero...

No, wait.

Is this the day?

Is this the beginning

of the end?

There is no time to wonder,

no time to ask,

"Why is it happening?

- Why is it finally happening?"

- Unbelievable.

- There is time only for...

- A hacker.

Do we pray?

Or do we merely run now?

Yeah, okay, "Acid Burn,"

that's enough.

Shit on me.

'Morning.

You unpack your stuff yet?

Mm.

Up all night again, huh?

Can this wait till both

of my eyes are open, please?

Can I cut the electricity to his room

so he'll sleep normal hours?

He's been playing with his computer

all night for a solid week.

Well, yes, he could be

playing with himself.

Mm-hmm. Yes, I'll ask.

Dade?

You like girls, don't you?

Yeah. I just haven't found one

as charming as you yet.

You haven't been doing

anything stupid, right, Dade?

- Right, Dade?

- Right, Mom.

And I'm still a virgin.

You hooked it up

to the phone, didn't you?

Dade, turn the shower off.

You screw up again,

and you won't get into college.

I'm sorry we had to move

in your senior year.

I didn't want to sell the house,

but I had to take this new job.

You know that.

You're going to love New York.

It's the "city

that never sleeps."

I miss you, too, baby.

Claro que si.

Excuse me...?

Yo, chill, man.

I'm talking to Venezuela.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just looking

for the principal's office.

Sorry, I can't help you, kid.

You have your transfer forms?

It's a relatively

straightforward question.

- Do you speak English?

- Sorry. You wanted...

I wanted transfer forms.

Thank you.

Are you coming?

The gym is through there

and the cafeteria

is through there.

Great. Cool.

What's your name?

Kate. Kate Libby.

- Here's your class.

- My class?

You mean I'm...

I'm not in your class?

No, you're not in my class.

Give me time.

- Hey, you new?

- Yeah.

Tell him about the pool, Kate.

Pool?

Yeah, there's an Olympic-size

swimming pool up on the roof.

Take the stairs over there.

Yeah. Sure.

Thanks.

Hey, hold the door!

No pool.

Oh!

Oh, my God. He found the pool.

I'm Mr. Simpson.

I'm subbing for Miss Bayliss,

who was arrested

at the anti-fur rally.

I know some of you kids

got computers at home,

but these are

school property, people.

And I don't want to see

any gum stuck to them.

Chapter 1...

"Designing

Graphical Interface...'

So what's your interest

in Kate Libby, eh?

Academic? Purely sexual?

Homicidal.

What's up, man?

I'm the "Phreak."

The Phantom Phreak...?

The King of NYNEX...?

I know you play the game.

Phreak, Phreak, Phreak.

Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude.

- Joey, Joey, Joey.

- What? What? What?

One more "dude" out of you, and

I'm gonna slap the shit out of you, okay?

Now I try to save you from yourself,

but you gotta

stop letting your mama

dress you, man.

- You're hopeless.

- Du...

- Check it...

- I need a handle, man.

I mean, I don't have an identity

until I have a handle.

You know,

you're right about that.

Check it. Friday.

Look... all right, wait, wait.

How about

the "Master of Disaster," huh?

You're hopeless, man,

utterly hopeless.

"Ultra Laser." "Doctor Doom."

Records, tapes, CDs...

Bootlegged Chinese

software here.

- How much for the hard drive?

- Three for 30.

Just tell me what you need.

What do you need?

- Records? Tapes?

- You got any Rush?

Any kind of format, any kind

of disk, any bootleg you need.

Check this out,

each and every one of you...

Compilation tapes

of my own making.

I call this

"The Greatest Zukes" album,

featuring artists like...

I got some Hendrix on there,

some Joplin,

Mama Cass, Belushi...

All great artists that asphyxiated

on their own vomit.

You can't get this in stores, man.

One of a kind, $2.

All major transactions...

Please deposit $5

for the first minute.

Thank you.

No, no, no, thank you.

That's a nice score for a girl.

Think you can do better?

I'll give it a shot.

Is this kid bothering you, Kate?

Sorry, can I get some room here?

Yeah, why don't you

come up here?

He's good.

Well, it looks like I'm on top.

Congratulations.

No one's ever beat her before.

You just made an enemy for life.

"Boy Meets World," let's go.

- Who's that?

- Curtis.

- And what's he do?

- That's it.

You're looking at it.

He just looks slick all day.

Joey!

What's up?

Oh, my God.

You? Oh, my God.

Way cool!

You saw that?

What the hell is going on?

The pool on the roof

must have a leak.

Man, oh, man,

this is gonna be good.

"God gave men brains

larger than dogs'

so they wouldn't hump women's legs

at cocktail parties."

Ruth Libby.

I'm not so sure

your mother qualifies

as a significant author

of the 20th century.

Her last book sold

two million copies.

Ooh...!

"Angelheaded hipsters

burning for the ancient

heavenly connection

to the starry dynamo

in the machinery of the night."

It's Ginsberg.

Nice. Very nice.

He's not in this class.

I said give me time.

He's not enrolled in this class.

Well, he's on my list.

"Of all the things I've lost,

- I miss my mind the most"?

- Whoo!

- Ozzy Osbourne.

- You, what is your name?

Uh, Emmanuel Goldstein, sir.

You, however,

are not on my list.

Whoa. This isn't

wood shop class?

Out. Out.

Class-crashing? Come on.

Some people are too much.

- Bye.

- Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

- How was school?

- Hm.

What did we learn

in school today?

- Revenge.

- Ah.

Did we meet somebody special?

No. No one special.

Okay, I gotta get back to work.

I'm gonna be home late.

Would you try

and please fill these out?

Don't worry, it's only

the rest of your life.

Right. Anything else?

You want me to mow the lawn?

Oops, I forgot.

New York... no grass.

And unpack.

FYI, man, right?

You can sit at home

and do, like,

absolutely nothing and...

And your name goes through,

like, 17 computers a day.

"1984"? Yeah, right, man.

That's a typo.

Orwell is here now.

He's living large.

We have no names, man, no names.

We are nameless.

Can I score a fry? Thanks.

Meet "Cereal Killer,"

as in Fruit Loops.

But he does know things.

Anyway, anyway, guys,

guys, listen, listen.

I'm in this computer, right?

So I'm looking around...

- You got those Crayola books?

- Oh, yeah, Technicolor rainbow.

Here, a green one.

What is that? What is that?

What is that? Let me see.

- What are these?

- International UNIX environments.

Luscious orange...?

Computer security criteria,

DOD standards.

The "pink-shirt book"...

Guide to IBM PCs,

so-called due to the nasty pink shirt

the guy wears on the cover.

- What's that?

- Devil book, the UNIX bible.

- What's that?

- Dragon book, compiler design.

Oh! yeah?

- What's that?

- The red book.

NSA-trusted networks,

otherwise known

as "The Ugly Red Book

That Won't Fit on a Shelf."

Anyway, anyway,

GUYS, guys, guys, come on.

I'm in this computer, right?

So I'm looking around.

I'm looking around, you know,

throwing commands at it.

I don't know where it is

or what it does or anything.

It's like... it's, like, choice.

It's just beautiful, okay?

Like, four hours

I'm just messing around in there.

Finally, I figure out

that it's a bank. Right?

Okay, wait.

Okay, so it's a bank.

So this morning,

I look at the paper,

some cash machine

in, like, Bumsville, Idaho,

spits out $700

into the middle of the street.

- That's kind of cool.

- That was me.

- That was me. I did that.

- You did this from your house?

What, are you stoned or stupid?

You don't hack a bank across state lines

from your house.

You'll get nailed by the FBI.

Where are your brains? In your ass?

- Don't you know anything?

- It's stupid, man. Universally stupid.

You guys always think

I should know everything.

You never tell me

anything, right? Right?

All right, what are the three

most common used passwords?

"Love," "secret" and "sex."

But not in that order

necessarily. Right?

Yeah, don't forget "God."

System operators

love to use "God."

It's that whole male ego thing.

Look, you want to be elite,

you gotta do a righteous hack.

None of this accidental shit.

Yeah, you want a seriously

righteous hack,

you score one of those

Gibsons, man...

You know,

the supercomputers they use

to, like, do physics

and look for oil and stuff.

Ain't no way, man.

Security is too tight... the big iron.

Maybe. But if I were gonna

hack some heavy metal,

I'd work my way back

through some low security

- and try the back door.

- Yeah, but, oh, man,

wouldn't you just love

to get one of those Gibsons, baby?

Mm!

Yo, who ate all of my fries?

- Joey.

- No, no, no, I didn't touch your fries.

- I did not touch your fries.

- Cereal, man, you owe me a pack.

- It was him, man.

- You suck, dude.

You need to lay off that shit.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna hit you.

Yes! Home run. Home run.

Okay, okay, okay.

You and me, Lucy.

We're gonna show 'em, baby.

Ow.

Mr. Belford?

My name is "the Plague."

Mr. The Plague,

something weird's

happening on the Net.

As in what,

you hapless techno-weenie?

The accounting subdirectory

on the Gibson is working really hard.

We've got one person online, but the

workload is enough for, like, 10 users.

I think we've got a hacker.

Okay, okay, we need proof

that we were here. All right.

Yeah. Garbage.

Okay, give me Garbage.

Shit.

Never fear,

I is here.

I've narrowed the activity

to terminal 23.

Let's echo 23, see what's up.

God wouldn't be up this late.

Shit.

Get me the switching

control center.

I need to trace a call

that's in progress.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, hold on. Hold on, Mom.

Hold on one second.

Open the door, Joseph.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

There you go.

Bed. Sleep.

Now.

Sweet dreams, Joseph.

- He's gone.

- Did you get a trace?

- Yeah, we got him.

- Good.

Okay.

Nice place, huh?

You heard of a hacker called

Acid Burn?

- You know who he is?

- No. Don't know who he is.

Do you?

Nikon. Lord Nikon, this is...

Crash Override.

Never heard of you.

Done anything?

No.

Come on!

I hate this neighborhood.

What? Your mom buy you

a "'puter" for Christmas?

- Does he know anything?

- Sure, man. He's elite.

Come in.

Uh, Nikon, can... can I crash

at your place tonight?

Again?

Yeah, sure.

Hackers penetrate

and ravage delicate

private and publicly-owned

computer systems,

infecting them with viruses

- and stealing materials...

- Who are these guys?

Agent Richard Gill.

You're hacker enemy number one, man.

- You're a boner.

- Thank you, Mr. Gill.

Yo, showtime. Showtime.

Hey!

- What's going on?

- Four...

three, two, one...

Welcome to our show.

- "Hack the Planet."

- "Hack the Planet"!

And for those late-night

hacks, Jolt Cola,

the soft drink

of the elite hacker.

- Who are these guys?

- That's Razor and Blade.

Razor and Blade.

That's right.

This is a pay phone.

Don't ask.

As you can see, this is just a simple

microcassette recorder.

Hook it up to the phone

and drop in five bucks in quarters.

Record the tones

that the coins make,

then hang up

and get your money back.

And never again pay for a service

that would be dirt-cheap...

If it weren't run by a bunch

of profiteering gluttons.

Remember, hacking is more

than just a crime.

It's a survival trait.

Baby, I'm a real wild child.

I'm a wild one.

I'm a wild one.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Joey! Joey!

Thank you. Thank you.

- Freeze!

- What? What did I do?

- Get out of there! Come on, get out.

- What?

- Joey?! Joey!

- Get in there. Get in.

- What? What?

- Sit down.

- Stay down there. Don't move.

- Lucy...!

- Joey!

- Where are you taking...? Give me my...?

Joey!

- How is it going, Ray?

- Looks good, sir.

We got an uncorrupted

hard drive.

In English, please.

I didn't spend 10 years

protecting the president

so I could finish my career

feeling like an idiot.

I'm sorry, sir. We caught him

by surprise, so we don't think

he had enough time

to erase his computer files.

Good. Good man. All right,

let's finish up here,

- take him in for interrogation.

- All right, sir.

Agent Gill, can you spare

a moment of your time?

Why, of course, Jennifer.

- Joey.

- Mom.

Just how dangerous are hackers?

Well, hackers

penetrate and ravage

delicate private and publicly-owned

computer systems,

infecting them with viruses

and stealing sensitive materials

for their own ends.

These people...

They're terrorists.

- Joey.

- Thank you, Mr. Gill.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning.

Please be seated.

I see we're still dressing

in the dark, Eugene.

Once again,

don't call me Eugene.

Our recent unknown intruder

penetrated

using a super user account,

giving him access to our whole system.

Precisely what you're paid

to prevent.

Someone didn't bother

reading my carefully-prepared memo

on commonly used passwords.

Now then, as I

so meticulously pointed out,

the four most-used passwords are

"love," "sex," "secret"

and "God."

So would "Your Holiness"

care to change her password?

A hacker planted the virus.

Virus?

Yesterday, the ballast program

for a supertanker training model

mistakenly thought

the vessel was empty

and flooded its tanks.

Excuse me?

The little boat flipped over.

A virus planted within

the Gibson computer system

claimed responsibility.

What, it left a note?

Unless $5 million are transferred

to the following numbered account

in seven days,

I will capsize five tankers

in the Ellingson fleet.

- Is that...?

- That is the virus...

"Leonardo da Vinci."

The problem is,

we have 26 ships at sea

and we don't know

which ones are infected.

Well then, put the ships' ballast

under manual control.

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.

So what are we supposed to do?

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.

Look, now we expect you

to get onto this right away, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Well, how soon?

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.

- Yeah, right.

- You sure about that, Mr. The Plague?

- Yeah, the Secret Service

- is helping us out, 100%. Okay?

- Yeah, okay.

- We'll be in touch.

- Talk to you later.

What the hell

was that all about?

I had to move fast.

The hacker copied my garbage file.

What?

I created Mr. da Vinci so we could

call in the Secret Service,

so they'd arrest the hacker,

seize his equipment...

Things that we can't do

on our own.

I don't want to go

to jail for this.

Relax.

Think about the $25 million.

But you've created a virus

that's gonna cause

a worldwide ecological disaster

just to arrest some hacker kid?

Basically, yeah, mm-hmm.

- Jesus. You know, you're sick, Eugene.

- Shh, shh.

- I'll take care of this.

- All right, sir.

I can cancel it any time.

I don't need any program code.

But it's the perfect cover

to confiscate the disk

and find out how much of that

garbage file has been copied.

Get it!

Why did I ever trust you?

Get the file.

Otherwise you'll lose

all your toys.

Did you find the program

for the virus

on any of the disks

we confiscated?

No.

He's either very smart

or very stupid.

Then he stashed it somewhere,

or he has an accomplice.

We'll release him until his indictment.

Keep tight surveillance

and see if he leads us

to your disk.

Unit 3, outside suspect

Joey Pardella's apartment.

Nothing to report.

Suspect still grounded...

by his mother.

Listen to this bullshit.

"This is our world now...

The world of the electron

and the switch,

the beauty of the baud.

We exist without nationality,

skin color or religious bias.

You wage wars, murder, cheat,

lie to us and try to make us

believe it's for our own good,

yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal.

My crime is that of curiosity.

Lam a hacker

and this is my manifesto."

Eh? Right? Manifesto?

"You may stop me,

but you can't stop us all."

Now that's cool.

Cool?

- Yeah, cool.

- You think it's cool?

It's cool.

It's not cool.

It's commie bullshit.

- Yo, back off.

- Relax.

Back off!

So what do you think?

Can I crash at your place tonight?

What is it with this guy?

His parents missed Woodstock

and he's been making up for it since.

Hey, you hear about Joey's bust?

Yeah, probably had something to do

with that bank in Idaho.

You think he could

hack a Gibson?

- Did you talk to him?

- No.

His mom said he's grounded

for his next three lifetimes.

He isn't to consort

with his computer friends.

The Secret Service

is really out to get him.

Hey, there's a big party tonight.

You want to go?

It's at Kate's.

Thought so.

Oh, yeah.

A little pelvis and booty.

A little pelvis and booty.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

That's right. Come on.

You want to fight? Huh? Huh?

What the hell are you doing?

- Hague?

- Huh?

Plague!

- Gill.

- I think we got something.

Ugh.

Hard copy.

Dade Murphy.

- Secret Service!

- Don't move!

- Christ, what are you?

- Shut up!

- What are you doing? Get off me.

- Shut up. Shut your mouth.

Agh-hh!

Just sit on the bed and keep your hands

where we can see them.

The year was 1988,

and this nasty virus crashed

1500 systems in one day.

- 1507.

- Wow.

It got you seven years'

probation, no computer,

couldn't even use

a touchtone phone.

Must have been hell,

huh, "Zero Cool"?

A virus has been planted in

the Ellingson Mineral computer system.

You were our prime suspect

till we trashed your stuff

and found no trace of it.

However, we've come to believe

that one Joey Pardella

is involved in this

Ellingson virus.

He, or perhaps his accomplice,

has a disk

that Mr. Belford needs

to disable that virus.

- We want you to help us find it.

- Gill?

Loser.

I can't believe you were only 11

when you wrote this.

It's quite an impressive virus.

Dade...

I know how you might feel

about narc-ing on your friends,

but we're hackers.

For us, there's no such thing

as family and friends.

We're each our own country

with temporary allies

and enemies.

I'd like to make a treaty

with you.

I'm... I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm the one who understands you.

Now can we be allies?

Nah.

I don't play well with others.

Shit! Come on!

Watch which friends

you do play with.

A record like yours

could land you in jail,

get you kicked out of school.

No colleges would take you... no future,

exiled from everyone

and everything you love.

I'll be in touch.

It's fine.

Oh, and Dade,

try to stay

out of trouble, okay?

Blow me.

Thank you.

Her mom makes big bucks

writing self-help books for women,

stuff like, "Women Who Love Men

Who Are Emotional Amoebae."

That explains a lot.

Something ain't right...

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm gonna get myself,

I'm gonna get myself.

I'm gonna get myself

connected...

Hit it, baby.

Hit it, hit it, hit it,

hit it, hit it, hit it.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Look at that. Boom!

Big man, stepping in,

stepping in coming through. Ooh!

Big man, big boots.

You look good, girl.

I'll catch you later.

Yo, what's up, Nikon?

Phreak in the house, man.

Thanks, man.

Dade, man, you made it.

Yo, yo, Houston,

we have lift-off.

Three o'clock... check it.

Don't look right away.

What's wrong with you?

Look at her, man. Look at that.

Oh. Ooh!

Let's see. Lisa Blair.

26 East 7th Street, apartment 16.

- 555-4817. Boom!

- Boo-yah!

- How did you know that?

- I got a photographic memory.

It's a curse. Lisa!

Stumble you might fall...

Hey, how do you know my name?

Ooh, look at that pooper, man.

Spandex... it's a privilege,

not a right.

Ain't gonna go blind...

Hi. My name is Vicki

and I'm an addict.

Hi. My name's Hank

and I'm an addict.

Uh, my name's Joey, but, uh,

I'm not an addict.

No, no, really, really, really.

Listen. Listen. Look.

I got in trouble with my computer,

right? Okay?

My lawyer told the judge

that I'm an addict, but I'm not addicted

to my computer.

No, really, really,

I'm not an addict.

I'm not. I'm not.

Can I get some more coffee?

Thank you.

Yo, check this out, guys.

This is insanely great.

It's got a 28.8 BPS modem.

- Yeah? Display?

- Active matrix, man.

A million psychedelic colors.

Man, the baby is sweet. Ooh.

- I want it.

- I want it to have my children, man.

Yeah, I bet it looks crispy

in the dark.

Yo, hit the light.

- Ooh.

- Oh, wow.

- Shit.

- Shh.

Come on. Yeah.

- Was that her top?

- One-handed.

Difficulty rating?

Seven.

- Baby.

- Wow.

Burn's "wetware"

matches her software.

- "Burn"?

- Shh.

- What the...?

- What are you guys doing in here?

I'm sorry. We're sorry.

Just checking out your fly laptop.

It's hyped, you know.

You're in the butter zone now, baby.

Huh...?

Yeah, it is.

I want to triple the RAM,

all right?

Ooh, "leopard boy."

And the Decepticons.

Kate, Kate,

you're not going into that

computer shit now, right?

One sec.

Yeah. Later.

- Yeah, right.

- The sensitive type.

What is he doing in here?

Relax, Burn. He's my guest.

Burn? You're "Acid Burn"?

- You booted me out of OTV?

- What?

I'm Crash Override.

You're the moron

that's been invading my turf?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"C rash" and "Burn."

Murphy kid turn you down?

I disguised myself

as an Alabama state trooper

and penetrated the FBI NCIC.

Pervert.

What are you talking about?

The FBI computer holds files

on 20 million Americans.

I just hacked into it.

Congratulations.

From here, I got access

to every piece of data

ever stored

on Dade Murphy's parents.

His parents separated

five years ago,

reconciled two years later,

filed for divorce last year.

Custody battle.

The boy chose

to go with his mother.

SQ?

So we get the mother...

we get the boy.

This girl I know.

Needs some shelter.

She don't believe

anyone can help her.

She's doing so much harm.

Doing so much damage.

But you don't want

to get involved...

What the hell are you doing?

It's cool. I'm just looking.

- It's too much machine for you.

- Yeah?

I hope you don't screw

like you type.

It has a killer refresh rate.

P6 chip.

Triple the speed of the Pentium.

Yeah, it's not just the chip.

It has a PCI bus.

But you knew that.

Indeed.

RISC architecture

is gonna change everything.

Yeah. RISC is good.

You sure this sweet machine's

not going to waste?

Crash Override. What was it?

"Mess with the best,

die like the rest"?

Yeah.

- Are you challenging me?

- Name your stakes.

If I win,

you become my slave.

- Your slave?

- You wish.

You'll do shit work...

Scan, crack copyrights...

- Whatever I want.

- Deal.

- And if I win?

- Humph. Make it my first born.

- Make it our first date.

- You're not gonna win.

And you have to smile.

I don't do "dates."

But I don't lose either.

So you're on.

So here's the deal.

The chosen contest...

To hassle Secret Service Agent

Richard Gill

and get one back for Joey.

Our decisions are final

by a vote of two to one.

No appeals.

The duel will last

until we declare a winner.

Use only the dial-up

access codes

and passwords

in your collection.

Can't ask for any help from us.

You talkin' to me?

- Any questions?

- Yeah.

Who's going to notify

his next of kin?

What the...?

All right, he's in

the personal ads.

"Disappointed white male,

cross-dresser,

looking for discreet friend

to bring dreams to reality.

Leather, lace and water sports.

Transvestites welcome."

I know where you can stick it.

I... I know where you can stick it.

- Hello?

- I want to lick your earlobes.

I want to lick your lips.

I want to lick your toes.

Oh, yeah, you want to lick?

You want to lick something? Lick this.

- That's why they call me "Stallion."

- Oh, that's disgusting.

- My heart is steaming for you.

- Oh.

- I hope to spank you with my...

- I'll spank your ass.

- Turn you over and make you beg...

- Oh!

- Ugh.

- Animal.

Hey! Ow.

Hey, hey, hey,

do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am? Ow!

This is Accounting, sir.

You inquired about an employee of ours,

Agent Richard Gill?

Yes.

- Our records indicate he's deceased.

- I'm what?!

- Dead.

- Dead?

Yeah, like rigor mortis,

habeas corpus.

- Very impressive.

- Superhero-like even.

Yeah, whatever.

What's the score?

- Tied.

- Oh, come on.

What? What? Come on. Due to Mr. Gill's

untimely demise and all,

guess you two will have to

improvise the next round.

Right.

I win...

you wear a dress on our date.

And if I win... so do you.

Deal.

Yes!

Yeah, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Oh...!

Dade.

I didn't know your size,

so I guessed.

You are man enough to stick

with the deal, aren't you?

Thanks.

You wanted to know who I am,

Zero Cool?

Well, let me explain

the new world order.

Governments and corporations

need people like you... and me.

We are samurai,

the keyboard cowboys.

And all those other people

out there,

who have no idea what's going on,

are the cattle.

Moo.

I need your help.

You need my help.

Let me help you earn your spurs.

Aw, think about it.

Enjoy the laptop, Cool.

Tell me where the disk is.

You look pitiful.

Okay, okay,

you're not grounded anymore.

- Yo, what's up?

- Dude, dude, dude,

I gotta talk to you, man.

Listen, listen, listen.

- I copied a garbage file.

- Big deal.

A garbage file's got

shit in it, Joey.

No, no, it's, like, hot or something.

I don't know.

Joey, a garbage file holds

miscellaneous data, junk.

It's the stuff that's been

erased, man.

I copied it

from Ellingson, okay?

They're asking me about it, all right?

Will you take a look for me?

Okay.

Oh, shit, Joey. You got a tail.

Shit!

Lam watching you.

Ramon, wake up.

Hm...?

Ramon?

Wake up. Vámonos.

Time for school.

Come on.

Don't move!

- Don't move!

- Déjà vu.

Ray Sanchez, you're under arrest

under the Computer Fraud

and Abuse Act of 1986.

¡La computadora de mierda!

What are you waiting for?

Arrest me already.

You get one call.

Uno.

Understand?

Hello. Operator Services.

Hello, Operator,

I'm having trouble dialing a number.

- What number, please?

- 555-4202.

- Just one moment.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hey, it's me.

- Phreak?

- I'm freaking.

Joey wasn't making it up.

He really hacked into Ellingson.

He gave me the disk with the file

he copied, and now I'm in jail.

They're charging me

with some serious shit

and there's stuff

I didn't even do, like, get this,

inserting some virus

called "da Vinci."

And they keep asking

about you guys.

- You think they're gonna bust us?

- Yeah.

You'd better figure out what's

on that disk, 'cause we're being framed.

It's in that place where I put

that thing that time...?

Hi.

And now I see

what all the fuss is about.

Hey, you have company.

- It's a nice room.

- We need your help.

Do my ears deceive me?

No, “O, “O, no, no, no, no.

Truce, you guys.

Listen, we got a higher

purpose here, right?

Awake-up call

for the Nintendo generation.

We demand free access to data.

Well, it comes

with some responsibility.

"When I was a child,

I spake as a child,

I understood as a child.

I thought as a child.

But when I became a man,

I put away childish things."

What?

It's Corinthians 1,

Chapter 13, verse 11.

You know, duh. Come on.

Phreak and Joey

are being framed.

We need your help to figure out

what's on this disk.

I can't.

Everybody who touches that thing

gets busted.

I can't afford to get arrested.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I should just go

to the bathroom or something.

What is it with you?

I know we've been playing games,

but we're supposed to be on the

same side, and we really need your help.

I really need your help.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Loch

well, could you just make

a copy of the disk

and just hide it in case we get

busted, so we have something

to give our lawyers, something

that hasn't been tampered with?

Can you do that?

Listen, you guys, help yourself

to anything in the fridge.

Cereal has.

Thank you.

- Okay. I'll copy it.

- Okay, thank you.

The girl...

The girl has the disk I need.

I told you, I don't

play well with others.

Turn on your laptop.

Set it to receive a file.

Lauren Murphy is now

a wanted felon in the state

of Washington.

Forgery, embezzlement,

two drug convictions,

plus she jumped parole.

When she's arrested,

she will not have a trial.

She will not pass "Go."

She will go directly to jail.

Then I change this file

back to the original,

and your mom disappears.

That's bullshit.

What can I tell you?

Computers never lie, kid.

Your mom will be

arrested at work.

She'll be handcuffed

and later strip-searched.

You lay a finger on her,

and I'll kill you.

Kid, don't threaten me.

There are worse things

than death,

and I can do all of them.

- Talk to me.

- I got it.

But, listen, Kate didn't know

what's on it.

I mean, she came to me

to figure it out.

She's not the one who planted the virus.

You leave her alone.

Hey, don't worry, kid.

If she's innocent,

she'll be fine.

Your mommy is safe now, okay?

- Kate, listen.

- Hold on.

- I have to tell you something.

- Hold on a sec.

- This is so lean and clean.

- It's like a hacker wrote it.

Come here. Look at this.

Man, this thing is tense.

Lookit. That's ill, man.

It's incomplete.

It's taking forever and a day

to figure out.

I'll make some coffee.

Tag, you're in.

It isn't a virus. It's a worm.

What's this one eat?

It nibbles. You see all of this?

This is every financial transaction

Ellingson conducts, yeah?

From million-dollar deals to the

10 bucks that some guy pays for gas.

The worm eats a few cents

from each transaction.

And no one's caught it

because the money isn't really gone.

It's just data

being shifted around.

And when the worm's ready,

it zips out with the money

and erases its tracks.

Joey got cut off

before he got to that part.

Check it out.

By this point, it's already running

at, what, twice the speed

as when it started?

Right, and at this rate,

it ends its run in...

- Two days.

- Judging by this segment alone,

- it's already eaten about...

- 21.8 million bucks, man.

Whoever wrote this

needs somebody to take the fall,

and that's Phreak

and that's Joey and that's us.

We gotta get the rest of the file,

so we can find out

where the money is going

before the worm disappears,

so we can find out

who created it.

- I know. I know who wrote it.

- What?

This Ellingson security creep.

I gave him a copy

of the disk you gave me.

- What?

- You what?

I didn't know what was on it.

Oh, man.

That's universally stupid, man.

Yo, man. You're an amateur, man.

- Why did he come to you?

- I've got a record.

I was Zero Cool.

Zero Cool... crashed

1507 systems in one day...

The biggest crash in history,

front page of "The New York Times,"

August 10, 1988.

I thought you was black, man.

Yo, man, this is Zero Cool!

- Oh, shit!

- That's far out.

This is Zero Cool, man.

Yeah, well, that's great.

There goes MIT.

- I'll make it up!

- Yeah? How?

I'll hack the Gibson.

Dude, they'll trace you

like that, man.

The cops are gonna find you, they're

gonna find you with a smoking gun.

- Fucked if I care, man.

- Even if you had the password,

it'd take you 10 minutes to get in,

and you still gotta find the files, man.

I mean, the cops would

have you in five minutes.

Oh, wow. We are fried.

Never send a boy

to do a woman's job.

With me, we can do it in seven.

You're both screwed.

I help... we do it in six.

Jesus, I gotta save

all your asses.

I help... we can do

it in five minutes, man.

Okay, let's go shopping-

Whoo-hoo! Boom!

You know...

if I didn't live

by a strict code of honor,

I might take advantage

of this situation...

Erotically, as it were.

All right, hold it right there!

Shit!

My subway defense system.

He's way down there.

Ta-da!

Yo, brain-dead... The manual!

Oops.

Hey!

Truck!

Find it?

Oh, the phone's all right.

The problem must be

somewhere else.

They had a large chunk

of the garbage file?

How much do they know?

Not everything,

but enough to implicate us.

You said the worm

was untraceable.

Yeah, to civilians.

But they're hackers.

But don't worry.

All we have to do is launch

the da Vinci virus.

- And then they'll all be put away.

- Launch the da Vinci virus?

You can't do that.

No one believes the guilty.

Besides, by the time

they realize the truth,

we'll belong gone

with all of our money.

Look, there is

no right and wrong.

There's only fun and boring.

A 30-year prison sentence

sounds pretty dull to me.

Who do you prefer serves it...

Us or them?

Unless $5 million are transferred

to the following numbered account

in seven days,

I will capsize five tankers

in the Ellingson fleet.

The virus goes off

tomorrow morning at 10:30,

and those hackers tried

to get into our system again.

At this point, I insist you take

more strenuous action,

or Ellingson Mineral will hold

the Secret Service responsible.

Get me arrest warrants

on Kate Libby, alias "Acid Burn,"

Emmanuel Goldstein,

alias "Cereal Killer,"

Dade Murphy,

alias "Crash Override,"

also known as "Zero Cool,"

and Paul Cook,

alias "Lord Nikon."

We pick them up

tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Snoop onto them...

As they snoop onto us.

- Yeah, it's Kate.

- Hey, Burn,

we got a little problem here.

- All right, so what have we got?

- Well, we have 50 passwords,

plus whatever "Polaroid-head" here

got inside Ellingson.

Well, I got a lot, all right?

I don't know how many,

but... my head hurts.

Yo, yo, yo, check this out.

- Hey, what's "da Vinci virus"?

- What?

Check this out. It's a memo

about how they're gonna deal

with those oil spills

that happen on the 14th.

What oil spills?

Whoa, whoa.

Yo, brain-dead, today is the 13th.

Well, this hasn't happened yet.

Wait a minute. The 14th... that's

the same day the worm ends its run.

I mean, da Vinci virus...

Didn't Phreak say

that's what he's being charged with?

Look. "infecting ballast programs

of Ellingson tankers."

- They blame hackers.

- Damn!

A worm and a virus?

The plot thickens.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going, huh?

I got an idea.

Look, we got a few hours, right,

till we get arrested?

So just stay low.

I'm gonna go get some help.

I'll beep you, okay?

Shit.

Are you coming?

May the Force be with you, man.

There they are!

Razor and Blade? They're flakes!

They're elites. Let's get 'em.

Good morning, Vietnam! Ha-ha!

Aw, yeah.

This is once again the man

that threw this party.

I'm doin' this.

My style is quadruple

damage for MCs.

I'll make 'em huff 'n' puff

like mufflers from Meineke.

Human exhaust,

you wanted to get lost.

Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains

like Alain Prost.

You MC clowns, I blaze towns.

I dragwheel skulls I leave

with speed and dust clouds...

- Hey, come on, get off the stage.

- Razor and Blade...

I gotta talk to those guys.

Hey, hey, hey!

Jive and babble,

throw heavy Scrabble.

Sparkles plus the bubbles

plus the flavor like Snapple.

All you so-called rebels,

heavy-metal cattle.

Some horses got force,

but I simply tame with saddle...

You struggle with my tempo,

you ain't got good grief!

Brothers amazed,

keep 'em all in a daze.

With the wild funk blaze,

good grief!

I lost them.

Where were you?

I don't like this.

I definitely don't like this.

What do you want?

Um...

we come in peace?

We need your help,

if you're up to it.

She's buff, ballsy.

- Let's keep her.

- Waste the dude.

A virus called da Vinci

will cause oil spills

at 10:30 a.m.

Eastern Time tomorrow.

It's somehow connected with the worm

that's stealing the money.

We need your help

to overload the Gibson

so we can kill the da Vinci virus

and download the worm program.

She's rabid but cute.

See, we're very busy.

A TV network

that wishes to remain nameless

has expressed an interest

in our show.

Let's go, Kate.

Wait.

Nobody said no.

But you are going to need more

than just two

media icons like us.

You need an army.

That's it... an electronic army.

If I were us,

I'd get on the Internet,

send out a major

distress signal.

"Hackers of the world, unite."

How are you gonna

take care of the cops?

Yo, I'm blowing up.

It's Kate, Grand Central.

Let's hit it.

The light is green!

You're the man, baby.

You're the man!

Hey, Joey, you made it!

Joe! Joey!

All right, listen up. Use your best

viruses to buy us some time.

We have to get into Plague's file

and copy the worm.

All right, that was a little

tension-breaker.

That had to be done, all right?

- Cereal?

- Yeah?

- Go fix the phones.

- Roger.

Joey, take his place.

- What, me?

- Take his place, man. Do it.

- You can do it. Just do it.

- Cereal, we're counting on you.

- Just do it.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

- All right, let's boot up.

- I'm shut down completely.

- Green light.

When the green light's blinking,

there's something wrong.

My computer just crashed.

Printers...

Oh, my God...! I don't know.

Viruses everywhere.

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing. It's just a minor glitch.

A minor glitch with you

seems to turn into

a major catastrophe.

- There's a new virus in the database.

- What's happening?

It's replicating, eating up memory.

What do I do?

Type "cookie," you idiot.

I'll head them off at the pass.

We have a "zero bug"

attacking all log-in and overlay files.

Run antivirus.

Give me a systems display.

Now we've lost sections 6 through 26.

No, make that 10 to 40.

- And 1 through 6.

- Die, dickweeds.

A rabbit

is in the administration system.

- Send a flu shot.

- Rabbit? Flu shot? Someone talk to me.

A "rabbit" replicates

till it overloads a file,

- then it spreads like cancer.

- Cancer?

Row, row, row your boat.

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily,

merrily, merrily.

Life is but a dream.

- Row, row, row your boat...

- Whoa. Crawling halt.

It's the Gibson.

It's finding us too fast.

Man, there's too many garbage files.

I need more time.

They're at Grand Central Station,

lower level.

Don't screw up.

Go! Get out of here!

Everybody, let's move!

- Move it!

- Let's go!

Get the hell out of the way.

Come on.

30 seconds. Move it.

Game's over.

Last chance to get out of this

without a prison sentence.

You're not good enough

to beat me, you little shit.

Yeah, maybe I'm not.

But we are, you asshole.

- Give it up.

- Three minutes to capsize.

Just give it up.

Are we fashionably late?

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Si, sono pronta.

Andiamo.

We have massive infection,

multiple GPI and FSI viruses.

It's coming in from remote nodes.

They're going for the Kernal!

- "Colonel" who?

- The system command processor.

- It's the brain.

- Cancer, brain. Brain, cancer.

- Belf, what's going on?

- In short, Duke, a shitstorm.

Move! Go!

Move! Move! Move!

Did they call the police...?

Get out of the way!

I found it.

I found it!

This is the end, my friend.

Thank you for calling.

Oh, shit. He got me.

Yo, Joey's getting stupid busy.

Come on, out of my way, my man.

Joey, I need you to drop your virus,

go after the worm.

- You're the closest.

- Out of the way, people!

It's "root, slash, period,

workspace,

slash, period, garbage, period."

Out of the way! Let's go.

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Get out of the way! Freeze!

Aw! Oh, come on!

Ha!

All right. Good job.

- Kill the Gibson.

- Roger that.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Is that all you got, huh?

Come on!

Let's see what else you can do!

You talking to me, huh?!

Are you nuts? Come at me.

They're in the Kernal.

Help me...!

The tankers

have stopped capsizing.

The ballast tanks are empty.

We should be okay.

Little pissant.

Yes!

- We did it.

- Let's get out of here.

Freeze!

Train departing track number 24...

Keep it moving.

Come on, come on.

What are you waiting on?

Let's go.

They're trashing

our rights, man!

They're trashing

the flow of data!

They're trashing! Trashing!

Trashing!

Hack the planet!

- Hack the planet!

- Shut up and get in the car.

Hack the planet!

Hack the planet!

- Hello?

- We caught them.

- Good.

- Red-handed.

You won't be having

any more trouble from them.

Me, all right? I did it.

She knows shit about computers.

She's just my girlfriend.

I suggest you modify

your attitude,

because you are floating

and I'm about to flush your ass.

You've got a Mrs. Murphy

to see you, sir.

Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to help you.

- Dade.

- What?

Thanks for your help.

Your son is in big trouble.

He has violated his probation

and he has engaged

in criminal activity.

My son happens to be a genius.

He understands

something happening today

that you won't comprehend

if you live to be a hundred.

And he would never use

what he knows to harm a living soul.

The news crew

you requested is here.

Oh, good. 'Cause I have

a few things to tell them.

Your son is facing 30 felony counts

in an ongoing investigation.

You face possible arrest

if you do that.

Mister, I don't care

if I face certain death.

Mrs. Murphy stays right here.

Oh, wow. She's great.

Yeah.

And attacked the Ellingson's

computer network.

Is this the last we've seen

of this type of high-tech espionage?

Well, I'm afraid not.

Hackers are a grave threat

to the national security.

This incident just proves

without a doubt

that we need

increased funding to stop...

- Hold on. We're getting interference.

- Hola, boys and girls.

- It is I, the Cereal Killer...

- Get that clown off.

Making my first coast-to-coast

worldwide global

television appearance.

Yes, that's right.

I'm here to tell you

about this heinous scheme

hatched from within

Ellingson Mineral.

But for what, you ask?

World domination? Nay.

Something far more tacky.

A virus called da Vinci,

that, when launched,

would cause Ellingson

mineral tankers to capsize,

was to be blamed

on innocent hackers.

But this virus was really

the smokescreen, right?

What could be so vitally

important to protect

- that someone would create...

- How did he do that?

Such a nasty, antisocial,

very uncool virus program?

But Why?

Could it be to cover the tracks

of this worm program...

A worm that was to steal

25 million bucks?

The password to this hungry little

sucker belongs to Margo Wallace,

- head of Public Relations...

- Oh, my God...!

And Eugene Belford,

computer security officer.

- Son of a bitch!

- Oh, my...! Oh!

What's this? ls this the unnamed

account in the Bahamas

where the money was to be stashed?

I think so.

Unlucky!

Yo, I kind of feel like God.

Plague...?

Eugene?!

A comedy of errors...

I don't even know how to work the VCR,

let alone a computer. Get off!

Look. Listen, I'll make a deal.

Eugene Belford...

I know where his mother is.

I promise you.

Get off me. I need a lawyer!

Thank you.

Here you are, Mr. Babbage.

Flight time to Tokyo

should be about 14 hours today.

Can I get you anything else?

Just a pillow, please.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What's going on?

Let go of me! Stewardess!

I'll never fly

this airline again!

You look good in a dress.

You would have looked better.

Want to go for a swim?

I can't believe

they decided you won.

They didn't.

The guys felt it was the only way

I'd get a date.

Anyway...

you're pretty good.

You're elite.

Yeah?

You know, if you would have said so

in the beginning,

you would have saved yourself

a whole lot of trouble.

Beat that.

You know,

I've been having

these really weird...

Dreams?

I love you, I love you today.

I don't care what.

The world has to say.

They don't know that.

I love you.

I love you today.

I don't care what.

The world has to say.

They don't know that.

Dreams escape from the fear.

Built inside, in his heart.

Bring me home, cast the net.

Far and wide, I'll return.

To the night, mask up front.

Cast away, give me love.

I don't care

what the world has to say.

You should know that I love you.

I love you.

I love you today.

I don't care what.

The world has to say.

They don't know that.

I love you, I love you today.

I don't care what.

The world has to say.

They don't know that I'm in love.

I can feel the eyes behind us.

As we walk.

I can see the ears that listen.

When we talk.

I don't care

what the world has to say.

You should know that I love you.

I love you, I love you today.

Can't you see how I feel?

Like a cloud, conquer all.

With the thoughts in my head.

In my heart, love is real.

Can't you see how I feel?

Like a cloud, conquer all.

With the thoughts in my head.

In my heart, once again.

Can't you see how I feel?

Like a cloud, conquer all.

With the thoughts in my head.

In my heart, love is real...