But then a flash of hard-core pornography. And on the next
monitor, something worse. Are those naked children on the
screen? We’re moving too fast to know.
Marsh stops at a large desk, equipped with four large
monitors and two keyboards. She removes her Glock from its
holster, slips it into a drawer, and locks it.
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING -- LATER -- RAINY NIGHT.
Behind the rainy window pane, we see Marsh, typing quickly,
navigating the web, her screens flashing as pages open and
INT. MARSH’S WORK STATION -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.
Seated closest to Marsh is GRIFFIN DOWD, 30, funny-looking,
bright, amiable, typing into a chat room. Despite the
intensity of their concentration, they manage to converse-
I’m serious. It was the best first
date ever. She was amazing. She
looked exactly like her picture.
You’ll never see her again.
How do you know?
Because you look nothing like
Griffin laughs. Marsh freezes, types something, hits a key.
On one of her monitors, a website appears. She reacts to the
little victory. Curious, Griffin wheels his chair over and
reads the screen-
For the next few hours, anyway.
Tomorrow, it’ll have a new name.
It’s taken me a week to isolate the
She hits Enter and a nasty gangsta rap song blares from her
speakers. Other workers look over, startled and amused.
Marsh lowers the volume.
He offers free downloads of pirated
music. Watch what happens to my
dummy drive when I accept his offer.
Marsh clicks on the download button. On one of the screens,
at lightning speed, we see a digital representation of files
being madly copied.