(MUSIC)
MAN: Well, thanks for the information. I appreciate it.
There's no chance a mistake could've been made?
A misreading? Human error? It happens.
Oh.
Well, that sort of rules that out, then, doesn't it?
So this really is a reality.
Mr. Secretary, your car.
Ah, yes. Thank you.
Eddie, let's take the parkway.
BERGSTROM: Okay, buddy. Final offer. Non-negotiable.
For every buckle-down hour you give Algebra Two,
you get two of quality time with Nintendo and Sega.
Deal?
Heh. Just whatever you do, don't tell your mother.
Good. Now, put her back on.
Okay, hon. Number one son back on the straight and narrow.
Me? Fine. Just needed a little field trip to clear the head.
Bit of a nightmare day.
I'll see you in a bit.
You bet.
I love you, Liz.
(GUNSHOT)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(MUSIC)
(MEN GRUNTING ON COMPUTER)
(GUNFIRE ON COMPUTER)
(MAN SPEAKS IN GERMAN ON COMPUTER)
This is a very dynamic game, Mr. Depina.
DEPINA (OVER SPEAKERPHONE): You can be honest, Angela.
This game is as bloody as it gets.
But believe me, the kids will eat this up.
But first you gotta tell me what keeps crashing the damn thing.
(HUMMING AND BUZZING)
Well, you have been virused, Mr. Depina, and a not so very nice one.
You are the best. I knew I could count on you. So, what should we do?
Well, don't think about hitting the escape key on any of your systems for a while.
One keystroke will wipe out your whole system.
I don't know how these things happen. I just ordered that security program last week.
What's it called? Gatekeeper?
Well, that's what they all say. Did you install it?
Absolutely. The minute we got it.
I think.
Not to worry. Everything's under control. It's gonna be okay.
You're the best, Angela.
Now, do you think we'll be able to get this back in stores by week's end?
Absolutely. Everything but the virus.
A friend of mine collects them.
I don't know, some people save string.
You are a genius, Angela. I can't thank you enough.
Yeah, well, you might think differently once you get my bill from Cathedral.
Look, whatever it is, it's worth it.
Angela, I'd love to show you my appreciation,
take you out to dinner tonight, some drinks. Get you out of the house.
Oh, I'm very flattered and appreciative, but I...
You gotta eat.
Uh, it's... Unfortunately, I already have dinner plans, so...
How about tomorrow? The next day?
Um, these plans are kind of a standing arrangement,
but I appreciate it. Thank you.
Look, you're still the best, Angela. I'll speak to you soon.
Thanks. Bye now. Bye-bye.
(SIGHS)
(ANNIE LENNOX'S "A WHITER SHADE OF PALE" PLAYING)
Hello.
Large. Garlic?
Garlic.
Thank you.
♪ We skipped the light fandango ♪
♪ Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor ♪
♪ I was feelin' kind of seasick ♪
♪ But the crowd called out for more ♪
♪ And the room was humming harder ♪
♪ As the ceiling flew away ♪
(BEEPS)
♪ When we called out For another drink ♪
ICEMAN (OVER COMPUTER): No one leaves the house anymore.
No one has sex.
The Net is ultimate condom.
Come on.
Talk like that, Iceman, could lead to the eventual extinction of our species.
CYBERBOB (OVER COMPUTER): My sympathies exactly, Angel.
Let's have a date and procreate.
Not me. In two days, I'm off on vacation.
Just me, the beach and a book.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
I'm there, babe. Look no further.
Sorry. Not my type.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
I'm crushed. So, what do you want in a man?
Hmm.
Butch. Beautiful.
(MUSIC)
Brilliant.
Captain America meets Albert Schweitzer.
Spends all day dashing into fray
while making world
safe for democracy.
At night, playing Bach Cantatas
while curing cancer.
Settle for a guy who puts the seat down?
ICEMAN: Listen, Angel, you're dreaming.
You're one of us.
CYBERBOB: We accept you. We accept her.
You're one of us. ICEMAN: One of us.
Yeah, I know.
(BEEPS)
(PIANO PLAYING)
(PIANO STOPS)
(PIANO CONTINUES)
(STOPS)
(SIGHS)
ANGELA: It's beautiful. It's beautiful. I love Chopin.
You know this piece?
Well, I should. You taught it to me.
Brought you something.
Just don't let the nurses eat it all this time.
My favorite. How did you know?
Mm.
Do you wanna... We could play together. Do you...
(PIANO PLAYING)
Now, I'm going on vacation for about a week to the Yucatán.
If for any reason you need to get in touch with me,
I don't know if they have phones there,
but you can talk to one of the nurses and I'll...
You must be one of my students.
No, Mom, my name's Angela.
(MUSIC)
Can you bring me some candy
when you come again?
My favorites are those... Almond Rosa.
Yeah, I know what your favorites are.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MAN 1: Angela Bennett!
ANGELA: Who is it? MAN 1: FedEx!
MAN 2: Thank you for using Coming.
Our reservation service. Have a pleasant flight.
Hi.
Line five, please.
(BEEPS)
Oh, I have another one going out.
Okay. Here you go, ma'am. Thanks.
And here's your virus, Dale.
Can I use your pen? Yeah, sure.
This is a nice place.
Thanks.
Have a nice day, ma'am. Bye-bye. You too.
(MODEM SCREECHING)
(MOZART'S "EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK" PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
MAN (ON COMPUTER): Mozart's ghost! Thank you.
The hottest band on the Internet!
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
(DIALING THEN LINE RINGING)
WOMAN (OVER SPEAKERPHONE): Cathedral Software.
Dale Hessman, please. Please hold.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello. Hi, it's Angela.
Angela?
FedEx Ship Software had you signing for that disk three minutes ago.
What took you so long?
Well, I was having way too much fun with this Mozart's Ghost.
By the way, I sent you a whopper of a virus for your hall of fame.
Just be a little careful with the escape button.
Look, here's the problem. Pop yourself into concert information.
All right.
Houston Utilities. Um, Dale, I think you took a wrong turn here.
Not quite Ticketmaster, is it? See anything unusual?
Mmm, no. Looks like a normal web page to me, except for that little...
What is that? A little icon at the bottom of the screen?
Click on it, and then press control-shift.
(BEEPING)
My God. So, what do you make of all this?
Simple. It's a programing glitch.
Just a futzed keystroke that sends you to the wrong Internet address, that's all.
Last night it sent me to Amtrak's central mainframe and then the Mayo Clinic.
Neither of them are on the same subnet.
Angela, I've accessed a system I shouldn't have.
If someone gets ahold of that disk, they'd have an awful lot of power.
So why don't you just crawl in there, find the program error and delete it?
Not quite ready to do that yet.
Look, what's your day like tomorrow?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
I'm going on my first vacation in six years.
Just made my reservation and confirmed it. There are no refunds.
What time is your flight?
Twelve. But I have to pack. I'm gonna be a complete madwoman,
so why don't you just wait till I get back?
I don't think so.
Come on, why don't you just tell me what this is about?
Look, I'd rather not on the phone.
I can fly down tonight in my Cessna, be there by breakfast.
We'd have five hours. Angela,
you know this shit better than anyone.
(GRUNTS)
Fine. Fine, fine, fine. I'll see you at 7.
Great. Great. So they finally get to meet.
I'll be the, uh... The tall guy.
I'm gonna be the one with "spineless simp" tattooed to her forehead.
Bye. Bye.
See you tomorrow.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
Why do I do this?
DALE: Burbank tower, Cessna 739 Mike Bravo.
Intercepting approach course ILS, runway eight.
CONTROL TOWER (OVER RADIO): Three-nine Mike Bravo, we've lost radar contact.
Say your position and altitude.
Just passing the middle marker at 1300 feet.
Three-nine Mike Bravo, that's a negative.
Verify your position and check your instruments.
All normal. You must be able to see my lights.
That's a negative. Execute a missed approach immediately.
Contact approach control on 124.5.
Okay, Burbank, but still, everything looks ok...
(RADAR BEEPING)
Shit! God!
(MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
(DIALING THEN LINE RINGS)
WOMAN (OVER SPEAKERPHONE): Cathedral Software.
Hi. Russ Melbourne, please. Yes, one moment, please.
(MOZART'S "EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK" PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
MAN (ON COMPUTER): Mozart's ghost!
Russ Melbourne here. Hi, it's Angela.
Angela. I thought you'd be long gone.
No, I was actually getting ready to leave. That's why I'm calling.
Good. I'm glad you're still going, but when you get back, we need to talk.
We're really desperately short of your genius up here.
Oh, please. I am far from being a genius, Russ,
especially with a room full of people looking over my shoulder.
We've talked about this before. Listen, that's not the reason I called.
Just think about it, will you?
The honchos up here aren't going to let me pick up someone new
to replace Dale on such short notice,
not with all the security breaches we've had in the past.
Replace Dale? Okay.
What? You're kidding, right?
Oh, God, I'm sorry. I thought you'd heard.
What? What happened?
Angela, Dale's dead. His plane crashed last night outside L.A.
He... I just talked to him yesterday. He was... He was coming to see me.
Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?
Well, let's talk when you get back, huh?
And, heh, try to have a good vacation.
Okay. I'll talk to you soon, Russ.
(MUSIC)
Plenty of time, sis. Plenty of time.
Ain't nothing coming in or going out for the last hour.
WOMAN 1 (OVER PA): Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.
We are sorry to announce there is a computer malfunction
and all flights have been canceled...
MAN: The whole airport is down.
As soon as we get further information, we will advise you.
Thank you very much.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
We will let you all know. I am sorry...
Excuse me. Excuse me. We are doing the best we can.
WOMAN 2: Yeah. Okay.
NEWSCASTER: ...political circles that a blood test
taken last week at Bethesda Naval Hospital
did in fact reveal that Under Secretary of Defense Mike Bergstrom
was infected with the AIDS virus.
Bergstrom, well known for his... You okay?
Oh, yeah. It's just, you know, all these people. It's a little...
No, I meant, are you okay with your soda? Would you like a refill?
No, I'm fine. I've had three already.
WOMAN 1 (OVER PA): The computer malfunction has been repaired.
One more and I'll probably be able to fly myself to Mexico.
Looks like you won't have to. Enjoy your flight.
(WOMAN 3 SPEAKING IN SPANISH OVER PA)
MAN (ON COMPUTER): Mozart's ghost! Waiter.
I'd like a Gibson, please.
It's a martini with an onion instead of an olive.
Is that okay?
Thanks.
Excuse me. Could I have one too, please?
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
I'll take mine up at the bar.
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
Didn't think anybody else drank those anymore.
Well, I guess I'm not as unfashionable as I once thought I was.
Is that business or pleasure?
Is there a difference?
Not a great deal if you're a hacker.
That's a nice piece of hardware. I assume you're in the business?
Isn't everybody?
Nope.
(SIGHS)
God, we're pathetic, aren't we?
Excuse me?
Well, we're here.
We're sitting on the most perfect beach in the world,
and all we can think about is where...
Where can I hook up my modem?
Yeah, exactly.
Um...
I'm Jack Devlin.
Ange... Angela Bennett.
Angela? Mm-hm.
Hi.
(MAN LAUGHING)
ANGELA: Uh-oh. Ha, ha.
JACK: My most embarrassing secret.
You know Breakfast at Tiffany's?
Very well. It's... It's my favorite film. Right.
I pretty much wore out my membership renting it, so...
You know what I'm talking about, then. Yes, very much so.
When I was about 13,
I had this sort of...
identity crisis.
I used to think I was one of the characters.
You thought you were Audrey Hepburn?
No, I used to think I was the cat.
The cat? Mm-hm.
And I'd... I'd sit there, and I'd Ha, ha.
Play out the last scene of the movie.
I'd just play it over and over again.
You know the last scene? Yes, I know the last scene.
Out in the pouring rain, out in the alleyway,
and I'm soaked to the bone and I'm scared.
(MUSIC)
And I'm...
abandoned.
I'm alone.
That's it.
♪ Moon river ♪
♪ Wider than a mile ♪ ♪ Wider than a mile ♪
(CHUCKLES)
Would you have dinner with me tonight?
Come on. It's your last night.
You know what?
I would... I would actually really love to.
Great.
It's a company perk.
God, this is a company perk?
Yeah. Some perk.
I think I got a calendar one year from Cathedral.
(JACK CHUCKLING)
(MUSIC)
Where are you from? Colorado? Yes, it has to be.
Um, eastern... Maybe it's the southeastern part of the state.
The teeming metropolis of La Junta, population 50.
La Junta? Ha-ha-ha. That's pretty good.
Is my accent that strong after all these years?
No, it's just a trick I do. Oh.
Why "after all these years"? How long you been gone?
Oh, boy. It seems like a lifetime.
Let's see. I was, uh...
I was 15, going on 10,
and we moved from La Junta to San Jose,
Tulsa, um...
So your father got transferred a lot.
No, not really. No. He, um...
I don't know. You know, he just transferred out one day.
(MARIACHI SINGING IN SPANISH)
What? What are you looking at?
You.
Me?
Computers are your life, aren't they?
Yes. Perfect hiding place.
(WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
Thanks.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, okay. Picture of you.
(CHUCKLES)
No, I have one or two other interests, I'll have you know.
Oh, yes? Such as? What's your specialty in computers?
Oh, um, anything, pretty much. Beta testing, mostly, but pretty much anything.
That's way over my head, I'm afraid.
No, no. I just... You just go into people's systems,
you find their faults and you fix it, that's all.
JACK: What happens if they don't have any faults?
ANGELA: Don't believe I've met one yet.
(MUSIC)
You must be a bit cold.
Not really. Well, yeah. A little bit. Heh.
Here.
What? Well, it goes around here.
What are you doing? Ha-ha-ha.
Better?
Want one? Oh, God, I used to smoke those.
But you quit, right? Mm-hm.
Well, I refuse to.
I reckon you gotta try a few things in life without a safety net or
how else you gonna know you're alive?
Well, I... I take my share of risks.
Uh-huh. Um, I don't always floss.
I rip the tags off my pillows when they're new.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
My kind of woman. Yeah, well...
Pretty adventurous. I don't know.
I mean, what did you have in mind?
Dare you risk it?
(MUSIC)
Oh, shit! My purse!
Fuck. No, no! Don't!
It's not worth getting killed over! JACK: Come back!
You! Stop! ANGELA: Jack, don't! Come back here!
(PANTING)
It's not here. It's not in hotel.
I look everywhere. Shit!
MAN: So I come here, I do like you say.
Whoosh, like magician. Oh, yeah. You're the midget Houdini.
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
(MUSIC)
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
Jack?
Jack!
(MUSIC)
ANGELA: God, I had everything in that bag.
I had my passport. I had my credit cards. I had...
JACK: Ow! ANGELA: Sorry. Sorry.
Thanks for doing this.
Well, you're the one bleeding to death.
I am the one crying about my MasterCard.
I apologize for having been a jerk.
What do you mean?
I'm the jerk.
Only trying to impress you.
Well, for future reference,
you should know that the living
tend to interest me just a little more than the dead do.
Yeah? Yeah.
I suppose that's quite healthy. Mm.
(SIGHS)
Look, I suppose we ought to try and call up the Cancún police
on the ship-to-shore.
Okay.
It's not working.
We'll have to head further out.
Well, you can head out to Morocco for all I care. It's beautiful out here.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC)
How we doing?
Still no dice.
(ENGINE STOPS)
I'm just going down below.
I won't be a minute.
Maybe we didn't go out far enough.
No, this should do it.
Tonight's been so out of control, huh?
Yeah.
(MUSIC)
I hope you don't take this the wrong way,
but this isn't exactly my style.
I thought you liked taking risks.
Well,
yes, but I mean...
You know what I mean. What?
You know, first date. Yeah.
Sex. One-night stand. That sort of thing. Oh, sex.
Yes, that sort of thing. Ha-ha-ha.
You've always been a relationship kind of girl.
Absolutely. Both times.
(CHUCKLING)
So when was the last time?
Um, 1933?
Oh, I see.
And who was he? Your college boyfriend?
Yeah, I bet he was the...
He was the captain of the drinking team.
Wasn't ready for a relationship.
Ah, wish I had been that lucky.
No, it was, uh... it was my shrink, actually.
You know the story.
I thought I was lonely
and he forgot he was married.
That's okay. It didn't last very long.
Then my mom developed Alzheimer's around then, so it was really...
You know what? I'll shut up right now.
I'm just gonna be quiet.
That's okay.
No, actually, I... It's me who doesn't want to hear it. Ahem.
Sorry, I'm just... I'm rambling a little bit,
I think because I'm a little nervous.
You want a drink?
Well, yes. That'd be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC)
So, what's this for?
It's, uh... It's for shark fishing.
Shark fishing? With a silencer?
Yeah.
You certainly seem to know your ordnance.
Colorado. You grow up with guns.
Yeah.
So...
Who are you, Jack? Heh.
(MUSIC)
Who am I? Who am I? I'll tell you who I am.
I'm Captain goddamn America meets Albert Schweitzer, that's who I am.
Isn't that what you always wanted?
It is. I remember. It was, um... Butch,
beautiful, brilliant.
Spends all day dashing into the fray, fists flying.
No, sorry, I don't know any organ cantatas. Was that it?
Yeah, and if you'll excuse me,
it's time to make the world safe for democracy.
(CLICKING)
(MUSIC)
Where's the clip?
Give me that!
(SCREAMS)
Bitch.
(GRUNTING)
Okay. Help, somebody. Somebody, I need help.
Somebody? Hello, somebody? Please, somebody, I need help.
Somebody? Please?
Okay. All right, um, keys.
Keys. Okay, keys.
Okay.
Keys.
Okay, um...
(MOTOR STARTS)
(GRUNTS)
(BELL TOLLING)
ANGELA: Hello? Hello?
(ANGELA CLEARS THROAT)
Hello? Shh, shh.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
What? No. How did... How did I get here?
How'd I get here?
A fisherman found you. He brought you here.
You were very lucky they came by.
How long have I been here?
Three days. Try not to talk too much, hm?
Oh, we found a man's wallet filled with pesos and a lot of U.S. dollars.
We tried to contact him. No. No. No, he...
No, no, no. There was no luck finding this man.
There was a disk.
A green square. A plastic disk.
Ah, yes, yes. The disk was ruined by the sun.
Ha, ha. Yeah.
You relax now, hm? Get well.
No, I... I'm... In a few days...
I need... Look at you now.
No. I need my clothes. You haven't got the strength. Please.
How much do I owe you?
Please. You have to relax now. No.
You have to rest. You need a few days. I need my clothes.
I have to go. I just need my clothes.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(NEWSCASTER 1 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)
(WOMEN CHATTERING)
NEWSCASTER 1: In national news, we go to WNN correspondent Daniel Schorr.
Hi, I need...
SCHORR: Wall Street panicked when stock prices appeared to tumble
at a rate reminiscent of the Black Tuesday crash.
Officials suspended trading when it became clear that the losses were fictitious
and caused by computer pranksters when obscene messages appeared...
I need my room key for 2806, please.
What is the name? Angela Bennett.
Wall Street expects to open tomorrow
with its computers protected by Gregg Microsystems'
latest security program, aptly nicknamed the Gatekeeper.
REPORTER: What about that prank downtown?
Pranks? Short-sheeting someone's bed is a prank.
These praetorians could have done serious damage to our economy,
just as the actions recently at LAX.
No, I'm sorry. Angela Bennett checked out last Saturday night.
No. Sorry, you don't understand. I'm Angela Bennett.
I'm standing right here. I didn't check out.
No. I'm sorry, it's not on the computer.
Let me check one more thing.
NEWSCASTER 2: On a lighter note, a drug raid in Detroit...
No Angela Bennett. She checked out last Saturday night.
No.
I didn't check out. I would know if I checked out.
I didn't check out.
According to the computer, you checked out.
There's nothing I can do for you, okay? I'm sorry.
CUSTOMER: Excuse me, sir? Step in, sir, please.
CUSTOMER: That room is fine. We'll take it.
MAN: That's for you. Okay. This one.
Excuse me, ma'am.
CUSTOMER: There you go. MAN: Thank you.
WOMAN (OVER PHONE): Please dial your card number again now.
The card number you have just dialed is not valid.
Miss Marx?
Please dial your card number again now.
Ruth Marx?
Excuse me, are you Ruth Marx?
No.
You're not the woman who's here about a temporary visa?
No, I am here about a visa, but...
Is your social security number 915-30-1717?
You live at 407 Finley Avenue, Venice?
Yeah.
Well, then according to the computers
of the California Department of Motor Vehicles, you're Ruth Marx.
So, if that's who you are,
you need to sign there and we'll issue your visa.
But I'm... I'm not, um... You're not what?
(SIGHS)
Um... I'm not, uh, clear about something.
Without this, I can't get back into the United States, is that correct?
That's correct. So...
all I would have to do is just sign Ruth Marx and...
Right. There.
(MUSIC)
(CHATTERING)
(MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Okay, okay. Think, think, think.
(MUSIC)
Oh, my God.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Hey, where you running?
Don't run. Take your time. Relax.
My name is Stan Whiteman, Whiteman Realty.
Come on in, let me show you around.
You'll like it.
WOMAN: Oh, I definitely saw her move out.
Okay, when was this?
Three days ago. Moving van, moving men, furniture.
No, no. I've been in Mexico for over a week now.
How could I be in L.A. selling my house at the same time?
It wasn't your house to sell!
It's not her! I'm telling you, it's not Angela Bennett!
Please, sir, calm down. I am Angela Bennett!
Please. The real Angela Bennett
had the deed and the mortgage papers. Come on!
I got 20,000 in the computers over here. I checked every record. It's not her!
Look, ma'am, it would help everything
if you could produce some form of identification.
You know what? I agree with you,
I agree with you. But as I have told you 1,000 times already today,
that I had everything stolen in Cozumel.
Please. Ask her how she got across the border without a passport.
I had a temporary issued. WOMAN: Do they do that?
I don't think they do that.
Oh, my God. This is ridiculous.
Here. Here it is. This is it. It's just that it's under a different name.
Why's that? Because they think I'm not me.
Is this your signature?
Well, no. It's my handwriting,
but I just signed the different name that they gave me.
WOMAN: It's a federal offense to forge a visa.
Oh, really? It is? And what is it to steal an entire house?
Yo, Mike. You wanna run this? I'll be right back.
You know what? It's not gonna make any difference,
because what they've done is they've screwed with my information and fingerprints.
WOMAN (OVER COMPUTER): Who's they?
ANGELA: I have no idea.
WOMAN: Where do you work? Do you work around here?
ANGELA: Well, yeah, I work in my house, but, I mean, my office is in San Francisco,
but I've never been there. But I work out of my house.
You don't know one person in a town you've lived in for four years
who can vouch you're Angela Bennett? Not a mother, a father?
ANGELA: My mother is not well. My father is... No. No. I...
(ANGELA SIGHS)
There's, uh... There's my therapist Alan Champion.
WOMAN: Your therapist?
ANGELA: My ex-therapist, all right?
(BEEPING)
OFFICER 1: Yeah, we've got a Ruth Marx trying to run a scam at a house.
She's wanted for prostitution and narcotics. We're gonna bring her in.
ANGELA: Um, would you excuse me?
I'm gonna be right back. I'm, uh, just gonna use...
OFFICER 2: Mrs. Raines,
is she or isn't she?
She kept to herself, didn't talk to anybody.
Where's the girl? She's...
Where's my phone? Anybody seen my phone?
(MUSIC)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Excuse me, sir. Did you see a young woman running out of here?
No, sir. I haven't seen anyone. Thanks.
(PANTING)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
MAN: What the hell happened, Devlin?
JACK: Don't worry. We'll get hold of the disk
and we'll find whoever she's been speaking to.
Don't forget, she's out here on her own. She's feeling pretty vulnerable.
MAN: We don't want another Cozumel, Mr. Devlin.
She's your responsibility. Deal with it.
JACK: Look, I said I 'd take care of her, all right?
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
WOMAN: Cathedral Software. Russ Melbourne.
Mr. Melbourne is no longer with the company.
What do you mean?
May I connect you to someone who could help?
I've never... I've never dealt with anybody in Operations. I don't know anybody else.
Who may I connect you with? Um...
Head of Security Systems. Look, just tell them that it's Angela Bennett.
Thank you. I'll put you through to Miss Bennett.
What? No.
I am Angela Bennett.
Hello?
Hello, this is Angela Bennett.
Who is this?
This is Angela Bennett. Hello?
This is someone that can help you. Give us the disk, Angela.
You have the wrong person. I don't know what you're talking about.
Angela. We're not offering an option here.
Just give us the disk, and we'll give you your life back.
I don't understand.
I don't have your disk. I don't know what you mean.
WOMAN: Give us the disk, Angela.
(PHONE LINE CLICKING)
What is it?
(GRUNTS)
What's the number? MAN: 555-7605.
Did you get the address?
MAN: It's 3100 California.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(CANS RATTLING)
(LINE RINGING)
ALAN (ON RECORDING): Hi, this is Dr. Alan Champion. I can't come to the phone now.
Oh, please be home. So at the beep, please leave your name,
your number, la dee da. You know the drill.
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
Are you screening? Please be screening. ALAN: Hello. Hello. I'm home.
Hi. It's me.
I need your help. I'm in a lot of trouble.
(PHONE LINE CLICKING)
Shit.
MAN: I'm not exactly sure what else you want me to do.
Look, hold on, hold on. This is a cell phone, right?
Yeah. So, I mean, we can't put a normal trace on it.
No, listen. There's no problem. No, no, no.
Just get the number. Right.
But don't dial it. Just send out a signal.
Send it from the base here? Yeah.
Then find me two repeater cells that can pick it up.
Give me the bisect and it'll find it within a few hundred yards.
Okay. Go.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(MUSIC)
(CHATTERING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
Alan? Angie?
Go, go, go. Nice to see you too.
I'm sorry. Just go.
Well, come on, I'm not a cab. Say hi.
Hi. Can we go now? Yeah. Now we can go.
Listen, you still have that laptop that I gave you?
Uh-huh. I'm wearing it.
I'm serious. Do you have it? Yes, I have it.
Okay, we need to go get it, and then I need for you to take me to a hotel room.
Now, that, that's doable. Alan, just go.
Just go. Go, go, go.
I swear to God. I asked for a quarter, she gave me a telephone.
Yeah, that's right. I'm calling everybody.
Clever girl.
Voila'. Ouch. Ha, ha.
Alan, you don't have to...
To stay if you don't want to.
I'm sure that, um... God, what's her name? Sorry.
Amy. Don't worry. It's over with Amy.
I'm sorry.
Ha, ha. Don't be, dearie.
We're not. This is... This is bizarre.
I haven't seen you in so long. What are we even doing here?
Um, I just figured you would be safe.
Oh, great.
So I've gone from being a self-centered asshole to safe.
Thank you very much.
No, I just figured that they couldn't trace me to you
and that your... Your patient records are confidential, right?
My patient records.
Yeah, I knew I had my subtle charms.
It's just, you're the only person I have to turn to right now, so...
And you know what, Angie?
I am gonna take that as a big, big compliment.
Guess what time it is. Gibsons.
Almost. We have no onions, so we'll have to use these.
Seldane, the antihistamine of champions.
Heh. I could always make you laugh, couldn't I?
You know what? I'm gonna pass. No drink?
No drink. Hmm.
All right. I come bearing gifts.
Some of Amy's clothes for you here. Try these on.
(MUSIC)
This is such a nightmare. It's like I'm not even me anymore.
Hey, hey, hey. Come here.
Come on. Look at me. You're freaking me.
You gotta take a breath, take a pause.
Okay, if you're not you, tell me who you think you are.
Christ, you're not even listening to me. Oh, I am listening.
But come on, somebody stole your purse.
I didn't expect you to believe me. Oh, come on. I do believe...
Yeah, that's not true. You know what I believe?
I believe you're a very frightened woman.
I think in general, you're disconnected from the human race.
I think you're way out there on your own.
You mix in your father leaving... Oh, no. No.
My father has nothing to do with the fact that my car's missing,
has nothing to do with the fact that my house is empty,
that the Los Angeles Police Department is chasing after me
and that somebody out there wants to kill me. No.
Now, I believe something happened, but that just doesn't make sense.
Oh. I don't want to be simplistic here, but
I think you're just reaching out.
You know what? You're absolutely right. I am reaching out.
I'm reaching out to anybody who knows me,
anybody who will listen to me and believe me,
be my friend and somebody to trust... Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, Angie. I'm sorry.
Sometimes it's easier for me to play doctor than it is to listen.
I just don't... I don't understand. Why me? Why me?
I am nobody. I am nothing. But they knew everything about me.
They knew what I ate, what I drank. They knew what movies that I watched.
They knew what... Where I was from.
They knew what cigarettes I used to smoke.
And everything they did, they must have watched on the Internet. I don't know.
Watched my credit cards? Our whole lives are on the computer,
and they knew that I could be vanished.
They knew that nobody would care It's gonna be okay.
And it wouldn't matter. It's gonna be okay.
It's going to be okay. What can I do?
I need for you to take my morn and just put her anywhere.
I don't care where, just put her under a different name,
because I don't know what these people are gonna do.
You can do that because you're a doctor? Yeah, sure.
I can put your mom in the county sanitarium,
say I want her there for observation. How's that?
That would mean a lot to me, because she's all I got left right now.
All that you have left?
Christ, Angie, they've really gotten into your head with this.
Well, come on, put yourself in my shoes. I don't hear from you for a long time.
I get a phone call, this convoluted story. Come on.
I'm not buying the whole package, but I'll tell you what I can do.
I have a friend downtown in the federal building. His name's Ben Phillips.
He's an FBI agent. Why don't I... No, no, no!
I've been running from the police ever since I got back in this country.
That's the last thing I need. Well, that's great, Angela.
Why don't you just live the rest of your life in this hotel room, how's that?
Well, do you trust him?
Yeah. I used to hold his head over the toilet at frat parties.
Come on. I'm serious. Do you trust him?
Yeah, I trust Ben. I do.
Okay.
Now let's formulate our plan. I'm gonna go back to my place.
I'll figure out the best way to transfer your mom to the sanitarium.
Then I'll call Ben. If I get any information, I'll get back to you.
Okay.
Well, don't be so down. Come here.
It's gonna be okay. I'm on watch now.
You know, this would've never happened if you had stayed with me.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Hey, Alan?
Thank you for everything.
You're welcome. You stay put, kiddo.
Okay.
(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)
(MUSIC)
(WOMAN SPEAKS IN FRENCH ON COMPUTER)
Mm, merci. Now prompt me, please.
Okay. You carried this around, Devlin, because it was important.
Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Password.
Okay, password. We're gonna try you.
(BEEPS)
No. Okay. Well, you look familiar. Let's try you again.
(BEEPING)
No, come on.
Okay. Five-three-four... Now.
Okay.
Bergstrom? What?
Oh, my God.
(MODEM SCREECHING)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah. MAN: Someone's on.
Think it's our girl?
Whoever it is, is covering their tracks big time.
A dozen hops so far. A pop in Switzerland, a UNIX box in the University of Montana,
five different routers at Berkeley.
They know what they're doing.
How long will it take to track her?
Depending how much she's set up, how long she stays on,
15 minutes, half hour at the most.
Well, you call me the second you find her.
And that other matter, Mr. Devlin?
JACK: Oh, that's, um... That's free of charge.
Thanks.
(SIGHS)
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
No.
Well...
Yes.
Praetorians?
Praetorians, praetorians.
What? I need more information.
"Big bad wolf, cyber terrorists."
I need more information.
"LAX, Wall Street, Atlanta. Extremely dangerous."
"Don't mess with them."
They've already started messing with me.
"Meet in IRL. In private."
In real life.
No, no, no. It's gotta be a public place.
Where it's safe,
with a lot of people.
(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)
Like Santa Monica pier.
By... Where?
The Ferris Wheel.
(CHIMING)
(BEEPING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Any luck? MAN: 8833 Rosewood
in West Hollywood.
Remind me to buy you guys something nice.
(MUSIC)
(BLOW-DRYER WHIRRING)
(MUSIC)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
Hello?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
ALAN: Angie.
Angie, come on. Let me in. I'm dying out here with this food.
Sorry.
Sorry. I thought... You know.
Forget it. Hi.
I figured you'd be hungry, so I stopped on the way over.
I got you your favorite, Chinese.
Um, it's your favorite. I never really cared for it, remember?
That's immaterial. I knew it was somebody's favorite.
How's my mom? Mom is fine.
She's safely ensconced at the county sanitarium. Everything's good.
Great. Thank you.
Hey, listen, about the Chinese, let me make it up to you.
Why don't we go over to that Greek restaurant we used to like?
I can't. I gotta go.
Really?
Why do you have to go? Every time I see you now, you're running away.
No, I'm not. There's just a guy from the Internet who might
know something about what's going on.
Well, can I at least tell you about Ben Phillips, the guy you wanted me to talk to?
I told him your story, and he said he wants to see you first thing in the morning.
Angie, can't you wait until... Well, does he know about LAX
and Wall Street and what happened in Atlanta?
Of course he knows what happened in Atlanta. What did happen in Atlanta?
A couple of kids black-out part of a power grid
and spell "Braves suck" from the air.
Is that a national emergency?
Christ, Alan, listen. Cyberbob figured it out, and he knows what he's doing.
Okay? If I don't talk to him now, it's gonna be too late.
Listen to you! Cyberbob!
You're going to meet a guy named Cyberbob!
Have you ever even seen him?
I don't want you going alone.
ANGELA: Why don't you come with me? ALAN: Sure I will.
Now, where are we supposed to meet him?
ANGELA: Santa Monica pier.
(MUSIC)
(BUZZING)
MAN: Yeah? Hi. Bob Fox?
These people are dangerous. They killed Dale because of what he knew.
Now they think I have this program.
Angie, I'm with you on this. Really, I am.
But first, somebody tries to kill you, now this guy Dale...
And they put somebody in my place at Cathedral to get rid of any traces there.
Well, what I'm asking you is why would anybody want to do any of this?
Okay, they would want somebody in Cathedral's mainframe in order to set traps
and to overwrite any programs, just to make sure that this doesn't happen again, right?
Well, that would take weeks,
and you cannot do that from the outside.
Do you remember that Internet number
that I told you that Devlin guy had?
Well, I plugged it in, and next thing I know,
I'm staring at, like, the personal medical files
of the Under Secretary of Defense, Michael Bergstrom.
The guy who blew his head off. Yeah.
And they said that a computer blood test told him he had AIDS, right?
Well, when they did the autopsy, there was no HIV found.
Well, who knows? Maybe when they do my autopsy,
I can finally prove that I'm not Ruth Marx.
You know,
what's frightening me is I'm starting to think that you're not delusional.
You know what I need to do, I need to get back to Cathedral,
I need to get on that Mozart's Ghost program because that's gotta be it.
(COUGHING)
That has to be it. They've got this echo system on their computers there
where you can retrace all your keystrokes in case you made a mistake.
You... Are you all right? Alan, what's the matter?
Pull over. Alan.
(CAR HONKING)
You're scaring me! Come on! ALAN: Pills.
Talk to me. What? (IN STRAINED VOICE) The pills.
ANGELA: What pills? What? What are you talking about?
You know what, get over here. We'll go to the hospital.
ANGELA: He'll be okay, isn't he?
Well, he's allergic to penicillin.
They have him intubated and pumped full of epinephrine.
I have no idea what you just said. Look, he's going to be fine.
If you like, you can go see him now. Um...
Yeah, I would like that. Thank you.
(MUSIC)
Hi.
How do you feel?
I'm starving.
Yeah?
Well, the minute you get out, I'll cook you
the best microwave meal you've ever had.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
How long are they gonna keep me here?
Um, I think just another day.
And will you be handling the outpatient care, nurse?
Well, do you mind?
Mm-mm.
Visions of sponge baths dance in my head.
(BELL RINGS)
I gotta go.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you.
I'll be fine.
Wish it was over, but I'll be fine.
I know.
(WHISPERING) Come here. I wanna tell you something.
Come closer.
(KISSES)
(BOTH GRUNT)
I've wanted to do that since yesterday.
Yeah, well,
when you get better, I might let you do it again.
Mm.
Do you still think I'm crazy?
Sure I do.
Always have.
(BEEPING)
(MUSIC)
(PEOPLE YELLING)
VENDOR: Get your cotton candy here! 50 cents!
Cotton candy!
BUNNY: Great picture! Bye!
(CHATTERING)
Hey! How you doing? Howdy!
BARKER 1: Everybody's a winner! Everybody's a winner! Step right up!
BUNNY: Hey, honey, wanna dance?
(GASPS)
BUNNY: Come on, give Benny a big hug!
Just get...
BUNNY: Come on back here! I'm a great dancer! Look at my feet!
BARKER 2: Knock the milk bottles down!
(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
(GIRL 1 LAUGHING AND WHOOPING)
(MUSIC)
(BEEPING)
(EKG BEEPING)
(PEOPLE YELLING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
(MUSIC)
GIRL: Look out! Aah.
(GASPS)
Safer to stay right here.
Sorry, Bob couldn't make it.
Hey. Hey.
Hey, I hope this isn't how you greet all your old lovers.
That's not exactly the category that you fit into.
No?
I'm surprised you didn't kill me, then fuck me.
Listen. It was difficult, right?
Because I was attracted to you. I still am.
I'm genuinely attracted to you.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna genuinely attract half the Santa Monica Police Department
if you don't let go of me now.
Yeah? I know you've been avoiding them since you ran out of that house.
(SIGHS)
ANGELA: Well, I'm sure they'd still be very interested
in hearing how you crashed Dale Hessman's plane, how you tried to kill me.
I'm sure they'd love to hear about that.
You go ahead. You feel free. I'm sure they'd be happy to make your acquaintance.
Did you know that Ruth Marx has a criminal record?
For drugs, prostitution.
You've got quite a record.
Yeah, almost as good a record as Bergstrom has, huh?
What do you mean? I know about Bergstrom's suicide.
And I know all about the praetorians too,
so I'm sure they'd love to hear about that.
BUNNY: One, two, three, four! JACK: Everybody has their button,
and Bergstrom's just happened to be homophobia.
You just have to know people well enough to know which...
Which button to push.
I don't have your disk. If I had it, I would give it to you. I don't have it.
Okay. It was ruined in Mexico.
It's okay.
But what we need now is what's up here, so you come with me.
I promise you, I promise you I'll look after you. Come on.
BUNNY: See you later. Hi! Excuse me!
(CHATTERING)
ANGELA: I don't understand. What do you want?
JACK: It's not about what I want.
It's about what my employers want. So take a look around you.
Do you think things are working?
I don't think so.
They believe they can make things better.
What? By killing people?
I don't ask too many questions and I suggest you do the same.
BUNNY: Come on! Let's dance! Hey!
(MUSIC)
Hey! Hey! What are you... Don't push!
Hey, you jerk! Jeez!
(BELL RINGING)
(MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
NURSE (OVER PA): Dr. Henry to I.C.U.
(MUSIC)
Dr. Herb Fields, staff to ambulance bay.
(ALARM BEEPING)
Code blue, 151 west. Code blue, 151 west.
(NURSES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
DOCTOR: Let's go ahead and defibrillate!
Everybody clear?
(DEFIBRILLATOR PULSES)
Three hundred. Let's go. Let's go, everybody. Clear!
Okay, he's got no pulse. He's not responding. Get her out of here!
No! No. He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend.
Please help me! ANGELA: No! No! Let me go!
DOCTOR: Let's go!
Go ahead and hit him again! Clear! ANGELA: No! No! Let go of me!
Alan, no. Get off of me!
Look, Mrs. Champion, I'm sorry.
We did everything we could. I'm not Mrs. Champion.
There were complications.
Would you like me to call you a cab?
Look, you're very upset. Is there someone who can pick you up?
Ma'am.
Ma'am, would you like to talk with a counselor?
Ma'am, maybe you should just lie down for a while.
I don't understand. You said he was gonna be fine.
He was fine.
I know I did. I'm sorry. We think the insulin caused his blood pressure...
No, no, it was penicillin. He was on penicillin.
No, Dr. Champion was being held for the treatment of diabetes.
No. No. No. NURSE: He went into insulin shock.
No. He was not a diabetic. I'm afraid he was. I can pull up his files.
No, he wasn't diabetic!
(MUSIC)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN 1: I don't know how much longer it's gonna be.
MAN 2: Yeah.
OFFICER: All right, watch your step here.
MAN 3: Aw, man, I didn't do it!
OFFICER: Take it easy. We're just...
(ENGINE STARTING)
(MUSIC)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HORN HONKS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
You've no idea what it does to me just hearing the sound of your voice.
No, don't hang up, Angela. Please.
This is important.
If you would just take a step back from all of this, you'd...
You'd see that you and I, we're really not so very different.
We're both loners. We're both isolated.
We're both really untrusting.
We're both looking for the same clarity.
You've come to mean a great deal to me.
Yeah, well, you mean shit to me.
Look, I have to admit an arrogance in my perceptions of you.
You see, I've come to visit a friend of mine,
an old piano teacher friend of mine.
You leave my mother alone.
Well, it seems I have no choice.
She's been moved by Dr. Champion.
The late Dr. Champion.
(PHONE BEEPS)
(MUSIC)
(SIREN WAILING)
ANGELA: Shit.
OFFICER (OVER LOUDSPEAKER): Driver, this is the highway patrol.
Reduce speed, carefully pull over to the side of the highway
and turn off your engine.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
God!
OFFICER 1: Now, there it is!
There.
There she is! Police!
OFFICER 2: Stop!
Unh. Stop!
My name is Angela Bennett. I am Angela...
My name...
OFFICER 1: Freeze! OFFICER 2: Police!
My name's Angela Bennett.
Get down! Get down! Get your hands around back.
Around the back! You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to speak to an attorney
and to have that attorney present during questioning.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
ATTORNEY: Look. I wanna help you.
I've been appointed to help you,
but everything you're saying is just so farfetched.
They've changed your name, your friend's medical records, crashed planes, because...
Just think about it. Just think about it.
Our whole world is sitting there on a computer.
It's in the computer. Everything. Your DMV records,
your social security, your credit cards,
your medical history, it's all right there.
Everyone is stored, and there's like this little electronic shadow
on each and every one of us that's just begging for somebody to screw with.
And you know what? They've done it to me,
and you know what? They're gonna do it to you.
Look, Miss Marx... Um...
I'm not Ruth Marx, okay? They invented her.
They put her on your computer with my thumbprint.
I hate to tell you this, but the California criminal justice computers,
all of them, have been protected by the Gatekeeper security programs
for the last six months, so nothing that you're describing could possibly happen.
(MUSIC)
Oh, my God. It's the program, then.
It's the Gatekeeper program.
It's got... It has a flaw.
If they changed my identity and it has a flaw, then the praetorians know this.
Then that solves it. Yeah. Think about it.
No. You want to tell me again how you ended up in a stolen car?
Okay. Okay, listen to me. It's like...
It's like a Trojan horse, this thing.
The praetorians, they hack into computers and they 'cause this chaos.
Um, LAX. Uh, Wall Street.
Um, the Department of Water and Power in Atlanta.
They do this so the people, they go out and they buy this program.
They buy this program and they get a false sense of security,
only to find out that they've unwittingly allowed the praetorians
free and exclusive access to the system. Do you get it?
Imagine what they can do with this power. They could do anything.
This is absolutely fascinating, Ms. Marx.
Please. My name is Bennett.
Write it down if you want. It's Bennett.
B-E-N-N-E-T-T. Bennett.
I have no reason to make any of this up.
As your court-appointed attorney,
I'm obligated to do what you wish,
so I will call you "Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile" if you want.
But take some advice.
If you go before the judge with this craziness,
I guarantee you will be found incompetent to stand trial,
and they will hold you indefinitely.
(SNIFFLES)
Hi. Yeah, this is her daughter.
Hi, Mom.
It's me.
How are you doing? You doing okay?
Yeah? How's that new nurse treating... Is she...
Um, uh... It's Angela, Mom.
Uh, it's Angela.
Mom, listen. Um...
I need you to do something for me.
Um, there's a lady here that I need for you...
She's gonna get on the phone, and I need for you to tell her that she's...
That I'm me, okay?
Because she doesn't believe me.
Can you tell her that, Mom?
Mom, don't. No.
(SIGHS)
Are you there?
(VOICE BREAKING) I just want you to know that I love you and...
Lady.
(LOCK OPENING)
What?
(PHONE RINGING)
Would somebody answer the damn phone?
Here she is. Who's come to get me? Can you just...
PHILLIPS: Special agent Ben Phillips, FBI.
I'm Alan's friend.
It's a terrible thing, what happened to him.
I'm... I'm so glad that you're here. I...
Angela, two seconds after Alan told me your story,
half the agents in the Computer Crimes Division
hit the bricks chasing this down,
most of them beating every bush from here to eternity trying to find you.
Sorry it ended up being in a place like this.
Yeah, me too.
Let's get out of here, get you someplace safe.
We've got a field office about 40 minutes from here.
Okay, and then what do we do?
Oh, then I'm going fishing.
A shark named Jack Devlin. Ring any bells?
Yeah.
PHILLIPS: He's their one-man dirty-duty squad. Smart, efficient, lethal.
Moral conscience of a chain saw. Hm.
Scary a son of a bitch as he is, the guys behind the keyboards, they're worse.
The praetorians.
Our first good lead. We've been chasing them for years.
Look, we have to move like ASAP here,
so I want you to start sketching me a quick background, all right?
Okay. Um...
Like, uh, for instance, how the hell
did you access their system in the first place?
I didn't. A programmer at Cathedral sent the disk to me.
(PHILLIPS CHUCKLES)
Goddamn disk. That's what kick-started all this, huh?
Angie. Angie, tell me.
Did you make a copy of the disk?
I mean, before it was ruined in Mexico.
(MUSIC)
Huh?
(SIGHS)
No.
Oh, damn.
PHILLIPS (OVER COMPUTER): Disk is only hope we have of catching these bastards.
Did you talk to anyone, give copies of the disk to anyone?
You guys are amazing sons of bitches.
Excuse me? Amazing. Amazing, amazing.
Huh? How'd you know it was ruined?
I only told Devlin it was ruined. How'd you know it was ruined? Huh?
What's your name? You're not even with the FBI. It doesn't even matter.
Ever since I touched that disk, I've been running from one nightmare to the next.
You know what? I'm tired. I am out of it. I'm so out of it. I'm tired.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
PHILLIPS: Hey! What are you doing? Come on, get off the gas!
Let go! You're gonna kill us! You'll kill us both!
Let go!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
My seat belt!
(PHILLIPS SCREAMS)
(HORN HONKING)
(MUSIC)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(BELL CLANGING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MUSIC)
NEWSCASTER (ON TV): On a serious note,
after what has appeared to be a month of playful but costly computer tampering,
an incident today has taken a darker turn.
We go live to Dermot Conley in Chicago with that report.
CONLEY: Police were called in as the recent comedy of computer errors
turned ugly today when six of Chicago's major banks were forced to shut their doors
due to massive computer tampering,
bringing the economic life of this city to a halt.
As you can see, it's a desperate situation.
Essential city services will be conducted
through the one local bank unaffected by the glitches.
That bank, National Fidelity, sources say,
was protected by Gregg Systems' aptly named Gatekeeper program.
Reporting live from Chicago's loop, Dermot Conley.
NEWSCASTER: Thank you, Dermot.
In related news, Jeff Gregg,
billionaire founder of Gregg Systems, was in Washington for today's announcement
by newly appointed Under Secretary of Defense Calvin Shoemaker
that the Pentagon will be outfitting
the entire federal government with Gregg's touted Gatekeeper program.
You need to remember, in this day and age, information is sacred.
Information is power,
and society must protect that at all costs from these terrorists.
Ironically, today's announcement came
just two weeks to the day of the recent suicide death of.
Shoemaker's predecessor, Michael Bergstrom,
a vocal opponent of the Gatekeeper program.
In local news, a spectacular car crash leaves one unidentified man dead.
We go live to Lynn Blades at the scene of the crash. Lynn.
Thank you, Elaine. Now, lam just yards away from where the body was found
with a gangland-style gunshot wound to the head.
Police are searching for the passenger of that car,
a young woman in her '20s, brunette, going under the name of Ruth Marx
and believed to be wanted on federal charges of car theft. Little else is known...
(MUSIC)
(PANEL BEEPING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
WOMAN (OVER PA): All Cathedral employees,
this is a reminder that the Cathedral booth
at the Moscone Center is in the northwest corner of the convention hall.
All Cathedral employees, this is a reminder that the Cathedral booth
in the Moscone Center is in the northwest corner of the convention hall.
(PHONE RINGS)
Okay. All right.
(MOZART'S "EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK" PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
MAN (ON COMPUTER): Mozart's ghost! The hottest band...
Oh. Don't do this to me. Do not do this to me. I am Angela Bennett.
Me. Okay.
(WHISPERING) Okay. Where are you?
WOMAN: Cathedral software. Yeah. Angela Bennett, please.
(PHONE RINGS)
FAKE ANGELA: Programing. Angela Bennett. Hello.
Hello?
Who the hell is this?
Hello. Look, you got something to say? Otherwise...
Don't hang up.
Angela?
(MUSIC)
All right, Miss Bennett, now that I know where you are,
let's see if we can get you away from your machine.
Hm.
How about I start a little fire,
right here?
(ALARMS BLARING)
MAN (OVER PA): This is a fire alarm.
Please proceed to the nearest emergency exit.
Please proceed to the nearest exit.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN: Angela. FAKE ANGELA: What?
MAN: Who are you? Our lady of asbestos? There's a goddamn fire in the building.
Yeah, yeah. Just a sec.
MAN: Don't give me "a sec." Let's go.
FAKE ANGELA: Hang on. Now! Come on!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Okay.
(MOZART'S "EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK" PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
MAN (ON COMPUTER): Mozart's ghost! The hottest band on the Internet!
About time.
Oh, the password.
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Password nairot... Nairot...
Where are you?
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(BEEPING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
MARCHERS: We're not going back!
(MARCHERS SHOUTING)
If there's a fire, where's the smoke? There's no smoke.
We're looking into it, ma'am.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Okay, what's this? "Terminate all Mozart's Ghost files now. Terminate..."
Oh. Gotcha, don't I?
Okay, now, who is praetorian?
Okay. Okay.
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Okay, let's search you out.
It's Gregg. MAN (OVER PA): Attention, employees.
Okay. Please return to your workstations.
The fire department has advised us that this was a false alarm.
Attention, all Cathedral employees.
Return to your workstations. FIREFIGHTER: All clear!
The fire department has advised us that this was a false alarm.
Subnet 345.
Come on.
(CHATTERING)
ANGELA: Okay, where are you? There you go.
Come on. Come on.
MAN: Attention, all Cathedral employees.
Please return to your workstations.
The fire department has advised us that this was a false alarm.
Attention, all Cathedral employees.
Please return to your workstations.
So you did do this, didn't you?
MAN: This was a false alarm. Come on.
You gotta go to the john too, huh?
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(MUSIC)
Disk, disk. Where are you? Where are your disks?
(SIGHS)
Virus. Thank you, Dale.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Okay.
Save.
(SIGHS)
ANGELA: Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Come on.
Save. Come on, come on.
Yes.
Thank you. You're going to the convention.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(MUSIC)
Oh, my God.
(SIGHS)
Security.
Had a break-in on the fifth floor of Cathedral.
You're looking for a female, about 5'7", brunette.
(MUSIC)
Did you see a brunette? Did she come by here?
Sorry, ma'am. Nobody came by here.
Only people coming and going around here are firemen.
Devlin.
(CHATTERING)
JACK: Where is she? She's gotta be with the firemen.
We have to find her now. She's copied the disk.
Well, how the hell did that happen?
You were supposed to get rid of everything.
And you were supposed to have put a bullet in her head a week ago.
She should never have been alive to make that copy.
JACK: Heh. Smart. Better call Gregg.
(MARCHERS CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
(MUSIC)
(KEYPAD BEEPS)
JACK: She's gone to the Moscone Center!
(CHATTERING)
(MUSIC)
Jesus, she could be anywhere. Are you sure she's out there?
She's out there, all right.
And she won't be hiding in some corner.
She came here to use a computer.
(MODEM SCREECHING)
(MUSIC)
JACK: Get away from the computer.
What did you think you were trying to do?
Save the world?
No, not the world. Just myself. Oh.
Well, I'm afraid it's too late for that. The offer's been withdrawn.
You might wanna look at the screen,
because everything on that disk was just sent to the FBI.
Everything. So?
So, proof that the Gatekeeper program has a back door.
My. my.
Proof that Bergstrom and Dale's murder were orchestrated by Gregg.
JACK: Watch her.
The beauty of the Gatekeeper system is that we can get in and out of the FBI
like it's the public library.
It's a beautiful system.
Let's finish the work and get the hell out of here. These people make me nervous.
No harm done. Everything you've done will be wiped out
by just escaping the system.
Really?
FAKE ANGELA: Goddamn it, you're in the mainframe.
It's eating through Gregg's entire system, Devlin. Do something.
It's a virus eating through Gatekeeper. Shit!
FAKE ANGELA: There's gonna be nothing left. Everything will be destroyed.
Take the far side!
(MUSIC)
(FOOTSTEPS)
JACK: Angela, stop!
(GUN COCKS)
Angela!
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
(MUSIC)
Shit.
Angela.
(MUSIC)
Angela?
It's just you and me now.
Do you realize you've changed everything?
Yeah.
One little stroke of the key and you've wiped out my employer.
You've canceled my contract.
You've reversed everything they've done to you, taken back your life.
That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
Angela?
I knew you'd do the right thing.
(SCREAMS)
SALESMAN: This is the latest virus checker.
MAN: It's in this machine?
It's not responding to anything.
Try a new password.
(MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Excuse me, uh, miss.
I can't remember what you told me to plant.
You know what? Why don't I come outside and help you?
NEWSCASTER (ON TV): surrounding Gregg Microsystems.
The law caught up with billionaire Jeff Gregg today
as FBI agents escorted him from his exclusive New York penthouse.
Gregg will be arraigned tomorrow on nine counts of conspiracy, fraud
and complicity in the death of Under Secretary of Defense Michael Bergstrom.
An FBI spokesperson attributes the surprising arrest
to a transmission sent over the Internet by an Angela Bennett,
a program systems analyst from Los Angeles.
In other news, San Francisco police are investigating
two mysterious deaths at the Pan Pacific Computer Convention.
A young woman found shot to death in a back-room area
has been identified as 28-year-old Ruth Marx.
The other deceased, a male in his 30s, is as yet unidentified.
WEATHERMAN: Turning now to weather, the forecast for the coming weekend
is bright and sunny with patchy early-morning clouds.
It seems like summer is finally here.
(BEEPING)
(ANNIE LENNOX'S "A WHITER SHADE OF PALE" PLAYING)
♪ We skipped the light fandango ♪
♪ Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor ♪
♪ I was feelin' kind of seasick ♪
♪ But the crowd called out for more ♪
♪ And the room was humming harder ♪
♪ As the ceiling flew away ♪
♪ When we called out For another drink ♪
♪ But the waiter brought a tray ♪
♪ And so it was later ♪
♪ As the miller told his tale ♪
♪ That her face At first just ghostly ♪
♪ Turned a whiter shade of pale ♪
"♪ You said, " There is no reason ♪
"♪ And the truth is plain to see" ♪
♪ But I wander Through my playing cards ♪
♪ And would not let her be ♪
♪ One of 16 vestal virgins ♪
♪ Who were leaving for the coast ♪
♪ And although my eyes were open ♪
♪ They might just as well Have been closed ♪
♪ And so it was later ♪
♪ As the miller told his tale ♪
♪ That her face At first just ghostly ♪
♪ Turned a whiter shade of pale ♪