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...
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...