Hackers

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.

Dade! Dade!

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?

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.