All language subtitles for Hackers 1995 Remastered 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE_track3_[eng]

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

[DOG BARKING]

[LAUREN SCREAMS]
Upstairs!

What's going on?
What's the matter? Who are you?

- Come on, come on! Let's go!
- Hey!

[MAN] Cover the back.
[LAUREN] Dade! Dade!

Knock it down.

[WOMAN] 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

1,507 systems,

including Wall Street
trading systems,

single-handedly causing
a seven-point drop

in the New York
stock market.

Dade Murphy, | hereby
fine your family $45,000.

[CROWD GASPS]

And sentence you to probation,

under which you are forbidden
to own or operate a computer

or a touch-tone telephone

until the day
of your 18th birthday.

[GAVEL POUNDS]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[LAUREN] Dade?

Yeah, Ma?

What are you doing?

I'm taking over a TV network.

Finish up, honey,
and get to sleep.

And happy birthday.

[PHONE RINGING]

Security. Norm.
Norm speaking.

[DADE] Norman, this is
Mr. Eddie Vedder from accounting.

| just had a power surge
here at home

that wiped out a file
! 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

| got this big project due
tomorrow for Mr. Kawasaki,

and if | don't get it in,
he's gonna to ask me to commit hari-kari.

[CHUCKLES] Uh...

Yeah, well, you know these
Japanese management techniques.

Could you read me
the number on the modem?

Um...

That's a little boxy thing,
Norm, with switches on it.

Lets my computer talk
to the one there.

212

555

4240.

[BEEPING]

So-called American Indians,
Latinos and Blacks

come from a genetically
mediocre stock.

Yak, yak, yak.

Get a job.

Say I'm a...

[MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]

[STATIC ON TV]

[MAN ON TV] You are about to
experience the awe and mystery

which reaches
from the inner mind to

The Outer Limits.
[DADE] Yes.

[TV DISTORTING]

Hey. What?

Zero...

No, wait.

[MAN ON TV] Is this
the beginning of the end?

There is no time to wonder,

no time to say,
"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.

["VOODOO PEOPLE" PLAYING]

[GUN FIRING]

~ The voodoo, who-do-what-
you-don't-dare-to people

~ The voodoo, who-do-what-
you-don't-dare-to people J

Shit on me.

Morning.

You unpack
your stuff yet?

Mmm.

Up all night again, huh?

Can this wait until both
my eyes are open, please?

Can | 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.

Mmm-hmm.
Yes, I'll ask. Dade?

- You like girls, don't you?
- Yeah.

| 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.

| 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.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Excuse me.

Yo, chill, man.
I'm talking to Venezuela.

Yeah, I'm sorry. | was just
looking for the Principal's office.

Sorry,
I can't help you, kid.

[KATE] Do you have
your transfer forms?

It's a relatively
straightforward question.

[WOMAN MOANING]

Do you speak English?

Sorry. You wanted...

| wanted transfer forms.

Thank you.

[KATE CLEARING THROAT]

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 not in your class?

No, you're not in my class.

[BELL RINGING]

Give me time.
Hey, you new?

Yeah.

Tell him about
the pool, Kate.

Pool?

Yeah, there's an Olympic-sized
swimming pool up on the roof.

Take the stairs over there.

Yeah!

Sure.

Thanks!

[DADE CLEARS THROAT]

Hey! Hold the door!

No pool.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BELL RINGING]

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

[SCREAMING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh, my God.
He found the pool.

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

[SIMPSON] Now,
I'm Mr. Simpson,

and I'm subbing for
Miss Bayless who was arrested

at the anti-fur rally.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Now, | know some of you kids
got computers at home,

but these are
school property, people,

and | don't want to see
any gum stuck to ‘em.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Chapter one,

“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?

[BOY WHISTLING]
[BOY] I've got it.

| know
you play the game.

Phreak, Phreak, Phreak, Phreak, Phreak.
Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude. | got...

Joey, Joey, Joey!
What, what, what?

One more "dude" out of you and
I'm gonna slap the shit out of you, okay?

Now, | try to save you
from yourself,

but you got to stop letting
your mama dress you, man.

You're hopeless.

Check it.
| need a handle, man.

| mean, | don't have
an identity until | 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.

Dr. Doom!

[HORN HONKING]

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[MAN 1] We play
Chinese software here.

[MAN 2] Tell me,
what'd you need? What'd you need?

Yeah, you got any
Russian military?

[MAN 3] ...any kind of format,
any kind of disk, any bootleg.

Check this out, each and every one of you.

Compilation tape,
my own making.

| call this
the Greatest Zuke's Album

featuring artists like...
Like, | got some Hendrix on there,

some Joplin, Mama Cass,
Belushi,

all great artists
that asphyxiated on their own vomit.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

Can't get this
in stores, man.

| made it, one of a kind.

[MAN] All major transactions...

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE]
Please deposit $5 for the first minute.

[BEEPING]

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.

["COWGIRL" PLAYING]

Is this kid
bothering you, Kate?

Sorry. Can | 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.

Just made an enemy for life.

Boy Meets World,
let's go.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Who's that?
Curtis.

And what's he do?

That's it.
You're looking at it.

He just looks slick all day.

Joey!

[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]

[TYPING]

[BEEPING]

What's up?

[LAUGHING]
Oh, my God.

[BELL RINGING]
You put...

[ALL YELLING]

[MOUTHING] You're crazy!

Way cool!

You saw that?

What the hell
is going on?

Pool on the roof
must have a leak.

Man, oh, man,
this is going to be good.

[SCREECHING]

“God gave men brains
larger than dogs,

so they wouldn't hump
women's legs at cocktail parties.”

[ALL LAUGHING]

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.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[HISSING]

“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.

| said, give me time.

He's not enrolled
in his class.

Well, he's on my list.

"Of all the things
I've lost,

I miss my mind
the most"?

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]
Ozzy Osborne.

You, what is your name?

Uh, Emmanuel Goldstein, sir.

You, however,
are not on my list.

Whoa. This isn't
wood shop class?

[ALL CHEERING]

Out.

Class crashing. Come on.

Love you. We'll do lunch.
Get out.

[GIRL] Bye.

Thank you.
Thank you, sir.

[GIRL YELPS]

How was school?

Hmm.

What did we learn
in school today?

Revenge.
Ah.

Did we meet
somebody special?

No, no one special.

Okay. I got to get back to
work. I'm gonna be home late.

Would you try and please
fill these out?

Oh, don't worry. It's
only the rest of your life.

Right.

Anything else?
You want me to mow the lawn?

Oops. Forgot.

New York. No grass.

And unpack.

[PAPERS RUSTLE]

[MAN SHOUTING]

I'm in this
computer, right?

I'm looking around
and taking my time.

For four hours...

...buy and sell my
life story. 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's here now.
He's living large.

We have no names, man,
no names.

We are nameless.

Can | score a fry?
Thanks.

[PHREAK] Meet Cereal Killer.

As in Froot Loops.

But he does know things.

Anyway, anyway,
guys, guys, listen, listen.

I'm in this computer, right?
So I'm looking around...

[PHREAK] You got
those Crayola books? Oh, yeah.

Technicolor rainbow.

Yeah. 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, 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. | don't know
where it is or what it does or anything.

It's like choice. It's
just beautiful, okay?

Like, four hours,
I'm just messing around in there.

Finally, | figure out

that it's a bank.

Right? Okay, wait. Okay.
So it's a bank.

So this morning
| look in the paper.

Some cash machine in,
like, Bumsville, Idaho,

spits out $700
into the middle of the street.

[CEREAL] That is kind of cool.
That was me.

That was me. I did that.

And 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.
It's universally stupid.

You guys always think
| should know everything

and you never
tell me anything.

All right.
Right? Right?

All right, what are the three
most common used passwords?

“Love,” "secret"
and "sex."

But not in that order,
necessarily, right?

Yeah. But don't forget
"God."

System operators
love to use "God."

It's that whole
male ego thing.

Look, you wanna be elite,

you got to 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, supercomputers
they use to, like, do physics

and look for oil and stuff?

Ain't no way, man.
Security's too tight. The big iron?

Maybe, but if | were
gonna hack some heavy metal,

I'd work my way back through
some low security and try the back door.

[CEREAL] Yeah, but oh, man,

wouldn't you just love to
get one of those Gibsons, baby?

[EXCLAIMS]

Yo, who ate all
of my fries?

Joey!

What? No, no, no, no, no.
| didn't touch your fries.

| mean, | did not
touch your fries.

Cereal, man,
you owe me a pack.

It was him, man.

You suck, dude.
You need to lay off of that shit.

What're you doing?
Why don't I hit you?

[TYPING]

Yes! Home run,
home run. Okay.

Okay, okay.

[LAUGHING]
You and me, Lucy.

We're gonna show them, baby.

[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
Ow!

Okay, okay.

[BEEPING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[HAL] 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
in the Gibson's working really hard.

We got one person online.

The work load is enough
for, like, 10 users.

| think we got a hacker.

Okay, okay, we need proof
that we were here.

All right...

Yeah. Garbage. Okay.
Give me garbage.

[BEEPING]

Shit.

Never fear.

lis 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.

| need to trace a call
that's in progress.

[BEEPING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

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, Joe.

He's gone.

Did you get a trace?

[MAN] Yeah, we got him.

Good.

Okay.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

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!

| hate
this neighborhood.

What? Your mom buy
you a ‘puter for Christmas?

[CHUCKLING]

Does he know anything?

Sure, man.
He's elite.

Come in.

[STUTTERS]

Nikon, can | crash
at your place tonight?

Again?

Yeah, sure.

[BOTH YELLING]

[MAN ON TV]
Hackers penetrate and ravage

delicate, private and
publicly-owned computer systems,

- infecting them with viruses...
- Who are these guys?

...and stealing
materials for their own ends.

[CEREAL] There's Richard Gill. Your hacker
enemy number one, man.

Thank you, Mr. Gill.
You're a boner.

Yo. Showtime, showtime!

[EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY]

[COUGHING]
Hike!

[DADE] What's going on?

[BOTH] Four, three, two, one...

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Welcome to our show.
Hack The Planet.

[ALL] Hack the planet!

For those late-night hacks... Jolt Cola,

the soft drink
of the elite hacker.

[DADE] Who are these guys?

That's Razor and Blade, man.

Razor and Blade.

That's right.
This is a pay phone.

[BOTH] Don't ask.

As you can see, this is just
a simple micro cassette 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 awild one

00:32:30,229
[IMITATING CROWD CHEERING]

Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you very much!

[IMITATING CROWD CHEERING]

Joey, Joey. Thank you!
Than--

[JOEY SCREAMING]
Freeze!

What? What? What?
Get out of there! Come on, get out!

What?
Joey!

Get in there!
Get in there!

Joey!
What? What? What?

Sit down!
Stay down there. Don't move.

Lucy!

[JOEY'S MOTHER] Joey!

What do you think
you're doing?

Joey!

[SIREN WAILING]

How's it going, Ray?
Looks good, sir.

We got an
uncorrupted hard drive.

In English, please.

| didn't spend 10 years
protecting the president

so | 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'S MOTHER] Joey!
Mom.

[JENNIFER] 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'S MOTHER] Joey.
[JENNIFER] Thank you, Mr. Gill.

Good morning, gentlemen.
Morning.

Please be seated.

| see we're still dressing
in the dark, Eugene.

Once again,
don't call me Eugene.

Our recent unknown intruder

penetrated using
a superuser 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 | 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?

[DISTORTED OVERLAPPING VOICES]
Unless $5 million are transferred

to the following
numbered account in seven days,

| 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.

| 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 | can eliminate it.

Now 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.

- Are 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?

| had to move fast.

The hacker copied
my garbage file.

What?

| created Mr. Da Vinci so
we could call in the Secret Service

so they'd arrest the hacker,
seize his equipment,

things we can't do
on our own.

[MARGO] | 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.
Mmm-hmm.

[THE PLAGUE SHUSHING] Jesus.
You know, you're sick, Eugene. You...

I'll take care of this.
All right, sir.

| can cancel it anytime.

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's been copied.

Get it!

Why did | 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.

[AGENT BOB] Unit three 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 are the criminals.

Yes, |am a criminal.

My crime
is that of curiosity.

lam a hacker,
and this is my manifesto."

Huh? 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.

Back off! Hey!
Back off!

[BOY] Hey, hey, back off.

So, what do you think?
Can | 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?
Nope.

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 wanna go?

It's at Kate's.

Thought so.

Oh, yeah.

A little pelvis and booty.

A little pelvis and booty.
House party.

[SCREAMS]

Come on. Come on.

Let's go.
Right away, huh?

[EXCLAIMING]

What the hell
are you doing?

Plague!
Ha! Huh?

Plague!

Gill.

| think we got something.

[EXCLAIMS]

Hard copy.

Dade Murphy.

Secret Service!
Don't move!

Christ! What are you...
Shut up!

What are you doing?
Shut up!

Get off me!
Shut your mouth!

God!

Just sit in the bed and keep
your hands where we can see them.

The year was 1988,

and this nasty virus
crashed 1,500 systems

in one day.

[GAVEL POUNDING]

1,507.

- Wow.
- It got you seven years probation.

No computer couldn't
even use a touch-tone 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's
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,

| know how you might feel
about narcing 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 sorry.
Who are you?

I'm the one
who understands you.

Now, can we be allies?

Nah.

| 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.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS]

[GASPING]

["CONNECTED" PLAYING]

[ALL CHATTERING]

[GIRL] What were you doing
in the bathroom with Janice?

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.

f I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself

f I'm gonna get myself
connected Jf

Hit it, baby.
Hit it, hit it, hit it.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Look at that. Cool.

Big man stepping in.
Stepping in. Coming through.

[HOWLS]
Big man. Big boots.

You look good, girl.

I'll catch you later.

Yo, what's up, Nikon?

Hey, Phreak!

You in the house!
Great, thanks, man.

Dade, man.
You made it.

Yo, yo. Houston,
we have liftoff.

3:00. Check it.

Don't look right away.
What's wrong with you?

Look at her, man.
Look at that.

[CEREAL] Whoa! Oh!

[CHUCKLING]

Lisa Blair,
26 East 7th Street,

apartment 16, 555-4817.

Boom!
How did you know that?

I got a photographic memory.

It's a curse.

Lisa!

[LISA] Hey, how do you
know my name?

Oh, oh, oh,
look at that pooper, man.

Spandex, it's a privilege,
not a right.

[EXCLAIMS]

Hi. My name is Vickie,
and I'm an addict.

Hi. My name's Hank,
and I'm an addict.

My name's Joey, but

I'm not an addict.

- [ALL CLAMORING]
- No, no. Really. Really.

Listen, listen. Look.

| 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 | get some more coffee? Thank you.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[MAN LAUGHING]

[PHREAK] Yo.
Check this out, guy.

This is insanely great.
It's got a 28.8 bps modem.

Yeah? Display?

Active matrix, man.

A million
psychedelic colors.

Man, baby is sweet.
Ooh!

| want it.

| want it to have
my children, man.

Yeah, | bet it looks
crispy in the dark.

[PHREAK]
Yo, hit the light.

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[CEREAL] Oh, wow!

[MOANING]

Shit.

Come on. Yeah.

Was that her top?

One handed.

Difficulty rating?

Seven.

Wow!

[NIKON] 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 in the butter zone
now, baby.

[PHREAK] Huh?

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

| want to triple
the RAM, all right?

That's right.

Ooh, leopard boy
and the Decepticons.

Kate. Kate.

You're not going into
that computer shit now, right?

One second.

[SCOFFS] Yeah.

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?

[LAUGHING] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Crash and Burn!

[LAUGHING]

Murphy kid
turn you down?

| 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.

| just hacked into it.

Congratulations.

From here, | 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.

Boy chose to go
with his mother.

So?

Mmm. So...

We get the mother,

we get the boy.

["PROTECTION" PLAYING]

f This girl l know
needs some shelter

JS 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?

Ah, it's cool.
I'm just looking.

It's too much machine
for you.

Yeah?

- 1 know you want to
live yourself

~ Could you forgive yourself

| hope you don't screw
like you type.

f..just the way
you found her

1 stand in front of you

J I'll take the force
of the blow

Has a killer
refresh rate.

~ Protection

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's
going to change everything.

Yeah. RISC is good.

Yeah.

~ But you know
you can lean on me

You sure this sweet
machine's not going to waste?

Crash Override.

What was it?

"Mess with the best,
die like the rest"?

Yeah.

Oh...

Are you challenging me?

Name your stakes.

If | win,

you become my slave.

Your slave?

You wish.

You'll do shit work. Scan,
crack copyrights, whatever I| want.

Deal. And if | win?

Make it my first-born.

Make it our first date.

You're not gonna win.

And you have to smile.

| don't do dates.

But I don't lose, either,
so you're on.

~ You've got
a baby of your own

~ When your baby's gone J

[PHREAK] So here's the deal.
The chosen contest,

to hassle Secret Service
Agent Richard Gill

and get one back for Joey.

[NIKON] Our decisions are
final by a vote of two to one.

No appeals.

[CEREAL] The duel will last
until we declare a winner.

[PHREAK] Use only the dial-ups,
access codes and passwords

in your collection.

You can't ask
for any help from us.

Talking to me?

Any questions?
Yeah.

Who's gonna notify
his next of kin?

Ooh.

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[BEEPS]

Oh, thank heaven.

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."

| know where
you can stick it.

| know where
you can stick it.

[MAN 1 ON ANSWERING MACHINE]
| just want to lick your earlobes.

- | wanna lick your lips.
- Oh!

- | wanna lick your toes.
- Oh!

You gonna lick?
You want to lick something?

Lick this.

[MAN 2] That's
why they call me stallion.

Oh, that's disgusting.

[MAN 3] My heart is steaming
for you and...

Ugh!

[MAN 4] ...spank you...
Oh! I'll spank your ass!

...turn you over
and make you...

[EXCLAIMS]

[EXCLAIMS]
Animal.

[SCREAMING]

[BEEPING]

Hey! Ow!
Hey, hey, hey!

Do you know who | am?

Do you know
who | am? Ow!

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

[MAN ON PHONE] 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?

Tie.
[ALL] Oh, come on!

What? What?

Due to Mr. Gill's
untimely demise and all,

guess you two'll have
to improvise the next round.

Right.

| win,

you wear a dress
on our date.

[NIKON LAUGHING]
And if | win,

so do you.

Deal.

[SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING]

S Hold me

f Yeah, baby

S Hold me

f Yeah, baby

~ Hug me

- Honey

f Yeah, baby

< Love me

- Yeah baby

- Honey

~ Yeah baby J

[GASPS]

Oh...

[KATE] Hmm, 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 | 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.

[IMITATING A COW MOOING]

! need your help,
you need my help.

Let me help you
earn your spurs.

Ah, think about it.

Enjoy the laptop, Cool.

Tell me where the disk is.

You look pitiful.

Okay, okay, you're not
grounded anymore.

[PHREAK] Yo, what's up?

Dude, dude, | gotta talk to
you, man. Listen, listen, listen.

| copied a garbage file.

Big deal. A garbage file's
got shit in it, Joey.

[STUTTERING] No. It's, like,
hot or something. | don't know.

Joey, a garbage file holds
miscellaneous data. Junk.

Bits of stuff
that's been erased, man.

Look, dude, | copied it
from Ellingson, okay?

They're asking me
about it, all right?

Will you take a look
for me?

Oh, shit, Joey,
you got a tail.

Shit!

[CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO]

[OFFICER SHOUTING
ON MICROPHONE]

[SIRENS WAILING]

!am watching you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hmm?

[PHREAK'S MOTHER] Wake up.
Mmm.

[KNOCKING LOUDER]

Ramon?

Wake up.

Vamonos. Time for school.

Come on.

- [SCREAMS]
- Secret Service! Don't move!

Get ‘em up!
Get ‘em up!

- Deja vu.
- Ramon Sanchez, you're under arrest

under the Computer Fraud
and Abuse Act of 1986.

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

So what are you waiting for?
Arrest me already!

[PRISONERS CHEERING]

You get one call.

Uno.

Understand?

[PHONE RINGING]

[OPERATOR] Hello.
Operator services.

Hello, operator? I'm
having trouble dialing a number.

- What number please?
- 555-4202.

Just one moment.
Thank you.

[PHONE RINGING]

[KATE] Hello?
Hey, it's me.

Phreak?
I'm freakin"!

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 fail.

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 better figure out
what's on that disk

‘cause we're
being framed.

It's in that place where
| put that thing that time.

Hi.

Now | see
what all the fuss is about.

Hey, you have company.

This is a nice room.
We need your help.

Do my ears deceive me?

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no. Truce, you guys.

Listen. We got
a higher purpose here, right?

A wake-up call from
the Nintendo generation.

We demand
free access to data.

Well, it comes
with some responsibility.

"When I was a child,
| spake as a child,

| understood as a child,
| thought as a child,

but when I became a man,
| put away childish things."

What?

It's Corinthians 1,

chapter 13, verse 11.
No, duh.

Come on.

Phreak and Joey
are being framed.

We need your help to
figure out what's on this disk.

| can't.

Everybody who touches
that thing gets busted.

| can't afford
to get arrested. I'm sorry.

[SCOFFS]

Maybe | should just go to
the bathroom or something.

What is it with you?

| know
we've been playing games,

but we're supposed to be
on the same side.

And we really
need your help.

| really need your help.

I'm sorry. | can't.

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?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Listen, you guys,
help yourself to anything in the fridge.

Cereal has.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll copy it.

Okay, thank you.

[THE PLAGUE] The girl.
The girl has the disk | need.

I told you. | 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 | change this file
back to the original,

and your mom disappears.

That's bullshit.

What can | 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

| can do all of them.

[THE PLAGUE] Talk to me.

| 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's
safe now, okay?

Kate, listen.

Hold on.

- | have to tell you something.
- Hold on a sec.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Look at this.
It's so lean and clean.

- You know, it's like a hacker wrote it.
- Mmm-hmm.

Come here.
Look at this.

Man, this thing
is tense.

Look. That's ill, man.

It's incomplete.

[GROANS]

This'll take me forever
and a day to figure out.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Tag. You're in.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

[DADE] 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.

No one's caught
it because the money isn't really gone.

It's just data being
shifted around.

Right. 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...

[NIKON] Two days.

Judging by this segment
alone, man, it's already eaten about...

21.8 million bucks, man.

[NIKON WHISTLES]
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 this file

so we can find out where the money's
going before the worm disappears,

so we can find out
who created it.

| know.
| know who wrote it!

What?
This Ellingson security creep.

| gave him a copy
of the disk you gave me.

You what?

| didn't know
what was on it.

Oh, man!

It's universally stupid, man!

Yo, you an amateur, man.

Why'd he come to you?

| got a record.

| was Zero Cool.

Zero Cool?

Crashed 1,507 systems
in one day?

Biggest crash in history.

Front page 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!

Ooh!

Yo, 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 going
to find you.

They're gonna find you
with a smoking gun.

Fucked if | care man.

Look, even
if you had the password.

It'll take you 10 minutes
to get in,

and you still gotta
find the files, man.

I mean the cops will 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 both screw it.
| help, we do it in six.

Jesus, | gotta
save all your asses.

| help, we can
do it in five minutes, man.

Okay. Let's go shopping.

[WHOOPING]

Boom.

You know, if | 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.

She's way down there.

Ta-da!

Yo, brain-dead.
The manual!

Oops.

Hey!

[BOTH] Truck!

Find it?

Oh. 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 be long gone
with all of our money.

Yeah, right.

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?

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Unless $5 million

are transferred to
the following numbered account

in seven days,

| will capsize five tankers
in the Ellingson fleet.

[THE PLAGUE] The virus
goes off tomorrow morning at 10:30

and those hackers tried
to get into our system again.

At this point | 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'd snoop onto us.

[PHONE RINGING]

[KATE] Yeah, it's Kate.

Hey, Burn.

We got a little
problem here.

All right.
So what do we got?

Well, we have
50 passwords,

plus whatever
Polaroid-head here got inside Ellingson.

Well, | got a lot,
all right?

I don't know
how many, but...

My head hurts.

Yo, everyone,
check this out.

Hey, what's a Da Vinci Virus? What?

Check this out. It's
a memo about how they're gonna deal

with those oil spills
that happened on the 14th.

What oil spills?

Whoa, whoa. Yo,
brain-dead, today's the 13th.

Well, this hasn't
happened yet.

Wait a minute.
The 14th?

That's the same day
the worm ends its run.

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. Where are you goin’, huh?

| got an idea.

Look, we got a few hours,
right, till we get arrested?

So just stay low. I'm
going to go get some help.

I'll beep you, okay?

Are you coming?

[CEREAL] May the force
be with you, man.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

S Get off, get off

< Check one

< Check, check one

< Check one

< Check, check one

There they are!

[DADE] Razor and Blade?
They're flakes!

They're elite!
Let's get ‘em.

< Check one

< Check, check one f

You don't have the balls
to be a man!

[LAUGHING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

This is once again the man
who threw a party!

I'm gonna do this!

JS My style is quadruple,
damage for MC's

- 1 make ‘em huff 'n puff
like mufflers for Meineke

S Human exhaust,
you want me to get lost?

~ Rhymes plus Exxon
ride brains like Alain Prost

~ MC clowns, I blaze towns

~ | dragwheel skulls,
leave with speed 'n dust cloud

- All you monkeys, donkeys,
alternative junkies

I'm strictly t-rex,
‘n my rap just crunch, see

~ The jive 'n babble,
throw heavy scrabble

~ Sparkles plus the bubbles
plus the flavor like Snapple

f All you so-called rebels
heavy metal cattle

~ Some horses got force
but | simply tame with saddle

~ Hunt a stunt like
‘Red October', ain't crossin' over

~ Good grief

~ Brothers amaze
keep ‘em all in a daze

S With the wild funk blaze

~ Good grief

~ Industry check to MAC

| lost them.

Where were you?

Stay lonely like Tony,
attract like Coney Island

~ My style, man,
don't need no master flasher

- Test a prankster... J

| don't like this.

[CLICKS]

[SCREAMS]

| definitely
don't like this.

[BLADE] What do you want?

Um...

We come in peace?

We need your help,
if you're up to it.

She's buff. Ballsy

[BLADE] 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.

[BLADE] That's it.
An electronic army!

If | 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?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[HORNS HONKING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[PAGER BEEPING]
Yo, I'm blowin’ up.

It's Kate, Grand Central. Let's hit it!

["VOODOO PEOPLE" PLAYING]

~ The voodoo, who-do-what-
you-don't-dare-to people J

[SIREN WAILING]

[HORNS BLARING]

[CEREAL WHOOPING]

What are you doing?
The light is green!

Yo!

You the man, baby!

You the man!

[CEREAL YELPS]

[CAR ALARM SOUNDING]

[CEREAL] Hey, Joey,
you made it.

[NIKON] Yo! 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.

[WHOOPING]

All right. That was a little tension
breaker that had to be done, all right?

Cereal.
Yeah?

Go fix the phones.
Roger.

[CEREAL]
Got another couple, man?

[KATE] 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.

[WOMAN] I'm shut down completely.
I'm down.

[MAN] The green light's
blinking like something's wrong.

[RINGING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[WOMAN] 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.

[HAL] There's a new virus
in the database.

[MARGO]
What's happening?

It's replicating,
eating up memory. What do | 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 an antivirus.
Give me a systems display!

[WOMAN] Now we've lost
sections 10 to 26.

Nope, make that 10 to 40

and one to six.

Die dick-weeds!

The rabbit is in
the administration system.

Send a flu shot.

Rabbit? Flu shot?
Someone talk to me.

[HAL] A rabbit replicates
till it overloads a file,

then it spreads
like cancer.

Cancer?

- Row, row, row your boat

~ Gently down the stream

f Merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily

S Life is but a dream Sf

It's the Gibson.
It's finding us too fast.

Man, there's too many
garbage files. | need more time!

They're at
Grand Central Station, lower level.

Don't screw up.

Go, get out of here!
Let's go!

Everybody, let's move!

Move it!

- [SIRENS WAILING]
- Get the hell out of the way! Come on!

Move it!

[PHONE RINGING]

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.

[MAN] Three minutes to capsize.

Just give it up.

[PHONE RINGS]

Are we
fashionably late?

[PHONE RINGING]

Okay. Let's go!

[SPEAKING JAPANESE]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

We have
massive infection.

Multiple GPI
and FSI viruses.

They're coming in
from remote nodes.

They're going
for the kernel!

Colonel who?

The system command processor.
It's the brain.

[MARGO] Cancer, brain,
brain, cancer.

Belford, what's going on?

In short, Duke,
a shitstorm.

Move it! Go!

Everybody move!

Move! Move! Move!

Get off the stairs!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[BEEPING]

| found it!

| found it!

This is the end,
my friend.

Thank you for calling.

Oh, shit! He got me.

Joey's getting
stupid busy.

Out of my way!

Joey, | need you
to drop your virus,

go after the worm.
You're closest.

Out of the way!

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!

Come on!

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

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!

[HAL] They're in the kernel.

Help me!

[WOMAN] Tankers
have stopped capsizing.

[MAN] Ballast tanks are
emptying. Should be okay.

Little piss-ant.

[LAUGHING]

Yes!

We did it, man.
We did it!

Let's get out of here.

Freeze!

- Watch it, folks. Go on back.
- Keep it moving.

Come on. What are
you waiting on? Let's get him in.

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!

[THE PLAGUE] 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.

| suggest
you modify your attitude

because you are floating
and I'm about to flush your ass.

[INTERCOM BEEPS]

[MAN ON INTERCOM] You've
got a Mrs. Murphy to see you, sir.

Are you crazy?
What're you doing?

I'm trying to help you.

Dade?
What?

Thanks for your help.

[AGENT GILL] 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 100.

He would never use what
he knows to harm a living soul.

The news crew
you requested is here.

Oh, good. Because 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, | don't care
if | face certain death.

[AGENT GILL] Mrs. Murphy
stays right here.

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?

[AGENT GILL]
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...

Hold on, we're getting
interference.

Hola, boys and girls.

Itis I,
the Cereal Killer,

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 smoke screen, right?

What could be so vitally
important to protect

that someone would create
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 for this
hungry little sucker

belongs to Margo Wallace...

Oh, my God!

...-head of public relations
for Ellingson Mineral,

and Eugene Belford,
computer security officer.

Son of a bitch!

What's this?

Ils this the unnamed account
in the Bahamas

where the money
was to be stashed?

| think so.

Unlucky!

Yo, | kind of feel
like God.

Plague?

Eugene?

[MAN] | don't believe that.

I don't know
how this happened.

[MARGO] 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.

| know where his mother is.
| promise you.

Get off of me.
I need a lawyer!

Thank you.

Here you are,
Mr. Babbage.

Flight time to Tokyo
should be about 14 hours today.

Can | get you
anything else?

Just a pillow, please.

[TYPING]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]
Thank you.

You're welcome.

[THE PLAGUE] 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?

| 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've
said so in the beginning,

you would have saved
yourself a whole lot of trouble.

[LAUGHING]

Beat that.

[LAUGHING]

[KATE CONTINUES LAUGHING]

You know...

I've been having
these really weird...

Dreams?

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