Ghost in the Machine (1993) (Ghost in the Machine)

- Just a minute! - Hurry up in there!

I am. You've been in there for a half hour.

- I have not. - Come on, you two. Dinner's ready.

Hey, Steve, check the windows up there. Make sure they're shut.

Dad, Carrie's hoggin' the bathroom again.

Steve, check the windows and come on down.

- In a minute. - Hurry up, you two.

Honey.

Go!

Come on. Come on. Get up! Get up!

Yeah. All right. All right. Good game. Good game.

You coming next week? We'll see you.

Hey, you're on my towel.

Hey.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. Here.

What's the matter?

- Hello? - State lotto.

Hi. Is it true that you can't collect on a winning lotto ticket if you're a minor?

That's correct, sir. You must be 18 years of age to play.

I see. And can you tell me...

if 7-11-13-16-18 is really a winning number?

One moment, please.

Uh, yes, sir. That's right. You've won $100. You can come down to...

2211 West...

- That's 2211 West Salem. - Thank you.

Yes.

Well, you're right. Here you go.

You know, ever since my mom died,

you know, I feel like I'm not pulling my own weight.

Today I'm bringing home the groceries.

- Hey, 50 bucks is 50 bucks, right? - Yeah.

- Josh? - Mom. - Huh?

Dad's gonna be so happy to see you.

I lost you, Josh. Somewhere along the way, I lost you.

I don't know how.

It wasn't like this when Daddy was still around.

I remember when your saying that used to make me feel guilty...

and dissolve like a bowl of Jell-O.

Well, you'd better find some new routines, champ, 'cause I got news for you.

Even when your father was around, he wasn't around.

- Because he was bored, like me. - Because he was 13 years old, like you.

- Stop sign, Ma. - What?

Stop sign!- -

Hi. Could I help you?

I'm looking for a gift for my boss, Frank.

What's that called, Josh? Desktop software.

Right. I work around computers all day. I'll never understand 'em.

- This guy, my boss, he's very, um... - Anal.

Organized. We've got just the thing.

The Paper Warrior. Designed by anal retentives for anal retentives.

No kidding. Yeah. And then...

for your address book function, you just scan the entries right in.

- You got an address book on ya? - Oh, sure.

Oh, you might wanna consider one of these for yourself.

Man, this is cool. What is it?

- Yo, you got your printer cable... - Don't touch that.

You'll get a shock.

Chill, homey.

Just draw from top to bottom across the page.

Hey, Josh, come over here and take a look at this.

- That's great. - And you just repeat the procedure for each page.

It's perfect. I'll take it.

Uh, Mom, I'm gonna go wait in the car, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Phil Stewart? Bram Walker, your new systems manager, reporting for duty.

- You're late. - I'm bad with maps.

I hope your computers are less complicated.

- Joke. - I have no sense of humor.

That's the first thing people notice about me. And you're drippin' all over my rug.

Good eye. Harvard man?

No. No. Ohio Tech, same as you.

No shit? I can't place you.

Well, you know, I'm not surprised, because while you were training on mainframes...

and smashing atoms in the particle accelerator,

the rest of us were pretty much pullin' our puds.

And now I'm your boss.

God's been good to me. You know something, Walker?

Just between you and me... I know some people think you're some kind of computer hero...

because of that virus shit you pulled over at the I.R.S.,

but I ain't one of 'em.

- I didn't go to jail. - No, no. You came here.

Around here, no one's gonna treat you like a damn Robin Hood.

I like you too, Phil, but I make it a rule never to date coworkers.

Oh, man. So, Phil, what's your core business?

You know, um, mailing lists. What kind of mailing lists?

This stuff pisses off more people than Howard Stern.

Look, I gotta go. You be back here tomorrow morning, 8:30 sharp. And, Walker,

try to find somethin' respectable to wear, will you?

- Karl, what are you doin'? - Um,

the woman who, um, bought that Paper Warrior today,

she, um, forgot her address book, so I was thinkin'...

maybe I'd go down there and return it.

How'd I get lucky enough to find you? That is a terrific gesture, Karl.

It'd be a real pleasure.

And you're all alone. No one to share the burden with.

No one to curl up to at night, who'll hold you and make everything okay.

- You should feel good about yourself. - I did until two minutes ago.

You should expose yourself to social situations. You're still a beautiful w...

Not that it's not great to see you, Mom, but did you drop by for a reason?

I went shopping. I bought Josh some pants that actually fit.

He'll never wear them.

Axl?

Axl?

Oh, Axl,

I have something for you too.

Oh, Mom.

How is Bill?

I don't know. And in the future,

would you please refer to him as "that schmuck."

Any man who turns his back on his own son... Not now, Mom.

I can tell.

Is he okay? Yeah. All right. Let's get him out.

Okay.

All right. We'll give you a hand. Let's get him out of there.

Is he alone? Come on. Move it. Move it.

- What do we got? - I don't know.

Get him to ER, through the double doors. Is he stable?

Patient has massive bruising on the left side of the body.

Apply the protocols now, please.

Scan the head parameters and perform a brain scan.

Locate any swelling or hemorrhaging in the brain stem and brain parameters.

Proceed to the cervical spine region and scan for compression of any damaged vertebrae.

Five seconds to total scan.

Scan's complete.

Shit.

What is it? This storm keeps surging the power.

We're losing him.

He's dying. Let's get him.

Check his vitals.

He's gone. Notify next of kin.

Where the hell did that go?

Ma. What?

You probably just wiped out my new program.

You never put computer disks near a magnet.

Sorry. Oh, honey, don't drink Coke for breakfast.

Hmm. I forgot the cargo files.

Recycling!

Hey, Josh.

You know, was your daddy a thief,

'cause he took the stars from the heavens and put 'em in your eyes.

Thanks. No, serious, Carol, baby, you're so fine.

You know, I've been thinkin'... thinkin' that we should...

I'm kind of busy right now, Josh.

Yeah, well, uh, me too.

So, what do you say? Friday night, you and me?

It's gonna be large.

Hi, Carol. Hi, Mrs. Munroe.

- Bye, sweetheart. - Mom! Dang.

What the hell could've done this?

Must've been a power surge caused by last night's storm.

Wiped out the whole password file.

And what? You don't think someone could've got into the system?

Well, when you leave it wide open like that for the last 12 hours...

no self-respecting hacker is just gonna pass it by.

- And that ain't gonna be pretty. - Aw, goddamn it! Oh, geez!

Oh, goddamn it! Get the hell out of my way!

You know, Phil, you don't handle stress well at all.

Ow, ow, ow!

He's gonna love this. Come on.

This thing is just...

I don't care what your computer says. I didn't order all this stuff,

and I certainly didn't write the sick little notes that came with them.

So you tell someone to come over and pick this stuff up, or I'm gonna call Consumer Affairs.

Christ.

Where's my address book?

- Pajama party? - Don't you start.

Now back to you, Bob. In local news,

the authorities are now saying that a local man who died in a car accident late Monday...

may have been the serial murderer they've been hunting for three years.

He has been identified as Karl Hochman of Lindhurst,

nicknamed the Address Book Killer...

because he would steal an address book and kill those listed.

Wow. That's scary stuff. Bob, you ever wonder how many address books you're in?

Never do, Kelly. It's one of the advantages of having no friends.

Who's Terry Munroe? Terry Munroe.

Terry Munroe. Terry Munroe. Terry Munroe. I have no idea.

Well, somebody's searchin' awfully hard for her records.

Oh, Jesus, is this some third-rate hacker tryin' to get back at an ex-girlfriend?

No. This guy is good, Phil. I mean really good. Ohh.

Not elegant, but creative, with a mean streak.

He's jumping through systems faster than I can track him.

Faster than you can track him? How do we get rid of the son of a bitch?

- I don't know. - How do we catch this son of a bitch?

What... What the hell is that? What is that? Dental records?

- Come on, lady. - Look, I'm sorry.

What? Great.

Oh, great.

- Great. - Way to go.

Unbelievable.

Look, Fraze, I was just searching around on my computer.

I found this great sex program.

Uh-huh. Yeah, it's great.

Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm tellin' ya, Fraze, this girl is so fine.

Yeah, I call her butt an onion 'cause it makes you wanna cry.

Join me at the Love Corral.

I gotta go, Fraze. My computer wants me. Bye.

Choose a partner.