Hackers Page #4

MRS. MURPHY

You haven't been doing anything stupid, right,

Dade?

(louder)

Right, Dade?!

DADE:

Right, mom. And I'm still a virgin!

Dade slams the bathroom door. Mrs. Murphy quickly checks

his room. Dade is showering.

MRS. MURPHY

(angry, through the bathroom door)

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!

She pauses and regains some of her cool.

MRS. MURPHY

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!

EXT. NEW YORK CITY.

We enjoy several views of New York, the morning sun

shining between skyscrapers, neon signs that stay lit day

and night. Dade emerges from the ground-floor apartment

on rollerblades and skates down the street to school.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL.

At school, hundreds of teenagers converse, move around,

head to class. Dade looks lost among them. He walks up

to a skinny latino kid in a faux leopard-skin muscle

shirt. The kid is on a pay-phone, speaking in Spanish.

DADE:

Excuse me.

KID:

Yo, chill man, I'm talking to Venezuela.

DADE:

Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just looking for the

principal's office.

KID:

Sorry, I can't help you, okay?

Now Dade really looks lost. He heads off in search of the

office.

INT. OFFICE.

Dade is filling out a form.

GIRL:

Do you have your transfer forms?

Dade stares at her, stunned. The girl has a decidedly

unconventional appearance, yet is a first-rate beauty.

GIRL:

It's a relatively straightforward question.

Dade notices her lips, and in his imagination launches

into a flurry of half-second video clips and art bites,

all involving lips and kissing.

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