- Dead. - Dead?
Yeah. Like rigor mortis, habeas corpus.
- Very impressive. - Superhero-like, even.
Yeah, whatever.
What's the score?
Tie.
Come on. Due to Mr. Gill's untimely demise,
- you'll have to improvise the next round. - Right.
I win,
you wear a dress on our date.
And if I win,
so do you.
Deal.
Dade.
I didn't know your size, so... I guessed.
You will stick with the deal?
Thanks.
You wanted to know who I am, Zero Cool? Let me explain...
the new world order.
Governments and corporations need people like you...
and me.
We are the samurai, the keyboard cowboys.
And 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.
Think about it.
Enjoy the laptop... Cool.
Tell me where the disk is.
You look pitiful.
Okay, you're not grounded any more.
- Yo, what's up? - I gotta talk to you, man. Listen.
- I copied a garbage file. - So? A garbage file has shit in it.
It's hot or something.
Joey, a garbage file holds odd data. Stuff that's been erased.
I copied it from Ellingson, okay?
They're asking me about it. Will you take a look for me?
Shit, Joey. You got a tail.
Shit!
I am watching you.
Wake up.
Ramon?
Wake up. Ramon, it's time for school.
Come on.
Stick your hands up! Don't move!
Déj? vu!
You're under arrest under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act of 1986.
?La computadora de mierda!
?Que te dije de no estar jugando con esa
- computadora! - What are you waiting for? Arrest me!
You get one call.
Uno.
Understand?
Operator Services?
- I'm having trouble with a number. - What number, please?
5554202.
- Just one moment. - Thank you.
- Hello? - It's me. I'm freaking.
Joey really hacked into Ellingson. He gave me the disk he copied
and now I'm in jail for some serious shit!
Stuff I didn't even do, like inserting a virus called 'da Vinci'?
And they keep asking about you guys.
- Think they're gonna bust us? - Yeah.
You better figure out what's on that disk 'cause we're being framed.
It's in the place where I put that thing once.
Hi.
Now I see what all the fuss is about.
You have company.
- Nice room. - We need your help.
Do my ears deceive me?
No, no. Truce, you guys. We got a higher purpose here.
A wake-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 thought as a child.
'But when I became a man, I put away childish things'.
What? It's Corinthians One,
Chapter 13, verse 11, you know? Come on.
Phreak and Joey are being framed.
Can you help us find out what's on this disk?
I can't.
Everybody who touches that disk gets arrested. I can't risk arrest.
I'm sorry.
Maybe I should go to the bathroom.
What is it with you?
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.
Could you copy the disk?
And just hide it in case we get busted so we have a copy for our lawyers.
Something that hasn't been tampered with.
You guys help yourself to anything in the fridge.
Cereal has.
Okay. I'll copy it.
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 jumping parole. Once arrested, she will have no 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, 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 Kate didn't know what's on it,
she came to me to figure it out.
She didn't plant the virus. You leave her alone.
Don't worry, kid. If she's innocent,
she'll be fine.
Your mommy's safe now, okay?
Kate, Listen.
Hold on.
- I have to tell you something. - Hold on!
- It's so lean and clean. - Looks like a hacker wrote it.
Come here. Look at this.
This thing is tense.
That's ill, man.
It's incomplete.
This'll take forever to figure out. I'll make some coffee.
Tag, you're in.
- It's not a virus. It's a worm. - What's it eat?
It nibbles. You see all of this?
This is all of Ellingson's financial transactions.
From million dollar deals to $10 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.
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.
Here it's already running at twice the speed as when it started.
- At this rate, the run ends in... -..two days.
- It's already eaten about... -..21.8 million bucks.
Whoever wrote this needs someone to take the fall.
That's Phreak and Joey and us.
We have to find out where the money's going before the worm disappears,
so we can find out who created it.
I know who wrote it!
What?
This Ellingson security creep.
I gave him a copy of the disk you gave me.
You what?
I didn't know what was on it.
Oh, man! That's universally stupid, man.
Yo, man. You're an amateur.
Why did he come to you?
I've got a record.
I 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!
That's far out!
This is Zero Cool, man!
Yeah, that's great.
There goes MIT.
- I'll make it up! - How?
I'll hack the Gibson.
They'll trace you like that, man.
The cops will find you with a smoking gun.
Fucked if I care, man.
Even with the password, it'd take you ten minutes to get in,
then you'd have to find the files.
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.
I help, we do it in six.
I gotta save all your asses! I help, we do it in five minutes.
Okay. Let's go shopping.
You know,
if I didn't live by a strict code of honour, I might take advantage of this situation.
Erotically, as it were.
All right. Hold it right there.
Shit!
My subway defence system.
He's way down there.
Ta-da!
- Yo, brain-dead... the manual! - Oops!
Hey!
Truck!
Find it?
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? - Enough to implicate us.
You said the worm was untraceable.
Yeah... to civilians. But they're hackers.
Don't worry. We just launch the da Vinci virus.
- Then they'll all be put away. - Launch the da Vinci virus?
- You can't do that. - No-one believes the guilty.
By the time they realize the truth, we'll be long gone with all our money.
Look, there is no right and wrong.
There is 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 is transferred to the following account in seven days,
I will capsize five Ellingson tankers.
The virus goes off tomorrow at 10.30AM,
and those hackers tried to get into our system again.
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.
Pick them up tomorrow at 9.00AM.
Snoop on to them
as they snoop on to us.
- Yeah, it's Kate. - Hey, Burn. We got a little problem.
So, what've we got?
Well, 50 passwords, plus whatever Polaroid-head got inside Ellingson.
I got a lot, right?
I don't know how many, but...
my head hurts.
Yo, check this out.
- What's a da Vinci virus? - What?
It's a memo about how they'll deal with the oil spills that happened on the 14th.
What oil spills?
- Brain-dead. Today's the 13th. - Well, this hasn't happened yet.
The 14th is the day the worm ends it run.
Isn't the da Vinci virus what Phreak'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 going?
I got an idea.
We got a few hours until we're arrested.
Stay low. I'm going to get help.
I'll beep you.
Are you coming?
May the Force be with you, man.
There they are!
Razor and Blade?! They're flakes!
They're elite! Let's get 'em.
Get off the stage, man! Get off!
I lost them!
Where were you?
I don't like this.
I definitely don't like this.
What do you want?
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 tomorrow at 10.30AM.
It's somehow connected to that worm.
We need you to overload the Gibson so we can kill da Vinci and copy the worm.
She's rabid... but cute.
See, we're very busy.
A TV network that wishes to remain nameless is interested in our show.
Let's go, Kate.
Wait.
Nobody said no.
But you will 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 will you take care of the cops?
I'm blowing up!
It's Kate. Grand Central. Let's hit it!
You're the man!
Joey, you made it!
Okay. Use your best viruses to buy us some time.
We must get in and copy the worm.
I had to do that to break the tension.
- Cereal. Go fix the phones. - Roger.
Joey, take his place.
- Me? - Take his place. Do it.
You can do it.
Ready?
Let's boot up.
- What is it? What's wrong? - Nothing. 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 eating memory. What do I do?
Type 'cookie', you idiot.
I'll head them off at the pass.
We have a bug attacking all log-in files.
Run anti-virus. Give me a systems display.
Die, dickweeds!
A rabbit's in the system.
Send a flu shot.
Rabbit? Flu shot? Someone talk to me.
A rabbit replicates till it overloads a file then spreads like cancer.
Cancer?
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Whoa! Falling off!
It's a Gibson, it's finding us too fast.
There's too many garbage files. I need more time.
They're at Grand Central station, lower level. Don't screw up.
Get out of here!
Everyone, let's move! Move it!
Get the hell out of the way! Come on!
Grand Central!
Game's over. Last chance to get out of this without a prison sentence.
You're not good enough to beat me.
Maybe I'm not. But we are,
- you asshole! - Give it up!
Just give it up.
Are we fashionably late?
Okay, let's go!
We have massive infection. Multiple GPI viruses...
..from remote nodes.
- They're going for the kernel. - Colonel who?
The command processor. The brain!
Cancer, brain. Brain cancer!
What's going on?
In short, Duke, a shitstorm.
Move! Go!
I found it!
This is the end, my friend.
Thank you for calling.
Shit!
He got me!
Joey's gettin' stupid busy.
Joey, go after the worm. You're the closest.
It's root, slash, period, 'workspace',
slash, period, 'garbage', period.
Out of the way!
Out of the way! Freeze!
Come on!
All right! Wow!
Kill the Gibson!
Roger that.
Come on, you son of a bitch. Is that all you got?
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 kernel.
Help me!
The tankers have stopped capsizing.
Ballast tanks emptying.
Should be okay.
Little pissant!
Yes!
Let's get outta here!
Freeze!
They're trashing our rights, man.
They're trashing the flow of data.
Trashing!
Hack the planet!
- Hack the planet! - Shut up and get in!
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 am about to flush your ass.
Mrs. Murphy is here to see you, sir.
- Are you crazy? What are you doing? - Trying to help you.
- Dade. - What?
Thanks for your help.
Your son is in big trouble.
He violated his probation and has engaged in criminal activities.
My son happens to be a genius.
He understands things that you won't comprehend if you live to be 100.
He would never use his knowledge to harm others.
The news crew you requested is here.
Good. I have some things to tell them.
Your son is facing 30 felony counts in an ongoing investigation.
You face arrest if you do that.
I don't care if I face certain death.
Mrs. Murphy stays right here.
Wow. She's great.
Yeah.
..and attacked the Ellingson network.
Is this the last we've seen of this kind of espionage?
No. Hackers are a grave threat to the national security.
This incident just proves that we need
- increased funding to stop... - We're getting interference.
Hola, boys and girls. It is I, Cereal Killer,
making my first worldwide global television appearance.
Yes, that's right.
I'm here to tell you about this heinous scheme hatched within Ellingson Mineral.
But for what?
World domination? Nay.
Something far more tacky.
A virus called da Vinci, that would cause Ellingson tankers to capsize,
was to be blamed on innocent hackers. This virus was really a smokescreen.
What could be so important to protect that someone would create such a nasty,
anti-social, 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 worm belongs to Margo Wallace,
- head of Public Relations at Ellingson. - Oh, my God!
And Eugene Belford,
- computer security officer. - Son of a bitch!
What's this? The account in the Bahamas where the money was to be stashed?
I think so.
Unlucky!
Yo.
I kinda feel like God.
Plague?
Eugene?
I don't even know how to work the VCR let alone a computer. Get off!
Listen, I'll make a deal. Eugene Belford. I know where his mother is.
Get off me! I need a lawyer!
Here you are, Mr. Babbage.
Flight time to Tokyo is 14 hours. 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.
Wanna 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?
If you'd said that at the start, you would have avoided a lot of trouble.
Beat that!
You know,
- I've been having these weird... -..dreams.