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- Pizza feeding frenzy, Lucy's report:
-
- FADE IN - THE HOLIDAY INN LOBBY- LATE EVENING (subdued lighting)
-
-
- The setting is civilized and elegant, small tables arranged on the raised
- atrium lobby, where approximately 150 HACKERS are restlessly milling.
- The hotel staff lay out neatly the little white napkins and Styrofoam
- plates on the white linen-draped tables that are arranged in an 'L' shape
- in one corner of this raised area.
-
- Nearing midnight, LUCY meets the young and unsuspecting PIZZA DELIVERY
- PERSON at the front desk across the lobby. They exit to the parking lot
- where a beat up Honda Civic awaits jammed full front and back with pizza
- boxes, totaling 52 Large.
-
- In B.G. SOUND of "Shark's theme from 'JAWS'" almost imperceptibly, a grim
- portent.
-
- Moments later, Lucy leads the way back into the lobby atrium with a stack
- of six pizzas in her hands, followed by PizzaBoy with a cart with 30
- more pizzas. Lucy rounds the corner onto the ramp leading up to the
- atrium dining area past the potted palms that conceal the LURKING
- HACKERS, slavvering and restlessly surging forward.
-
- As Lucy reaches the first tables, she makes the mistake of turning her
- back on the crowd to set the pizzas on the table. They surge forward,
- Styrofoam plates at ready, hands flailing and groping at the boxes as
- Lucy struggles to push them back.
-
- LUCY
- Back! Back! You animals!
-
- She reaches to her belt where --to her horror-- she realizes that her
- whip is not there!
- In the distance she spots it laying on the table in the meeting room
- where the Bash Apple session is winding down, and where the SCOTT the
- moderator is oblivious to the unfolding danger in the atrium. The whip
- had kept the surly crowd from savaging the Apple evangelists earlier, but
- now -- no longer needed as protection for the Apple reps -- it lays
- useless.
-
- With no weapon but the pizza itself and their ravening greed, Lucy shoves
- the boxes toward the Hackers coming at her from the end of the table, and
- whirls to see the defenseless and unsuspecting Pizza Boy struggling up
- the ramp with the cart as the frenzied Hackers swoop down on him and
- begin grabbing boxes off the cart.
-
- Lucy shoulders her way bravely through the drooling, savage horde to grab
- the Vegan pizzas to safety before they mistakenly fall into the hands of
- the meat eaters and are destroyed
-
- LUCY
- Vegans! Grab it or lose it!
-
-
- Passing them off to the well-mannered and horrified Vegans seated
- passively at their table engrossed in their hack projects, she thrusts
- their pizza boxes at them. The seven purists pull their PowerBooks to
- safety as the pizza boxes land on their table.
-
- VEGAN
- Is there any fruit juice with no sugar?
-
- Lucy merely curls her lip in disdain and returns to the fray.
-
-
- Meanwhile the crazed crowd has overwhelmed poor Pizza Boy. Lucy battles
- her way to him.
-
- Meanwhile, from the side steps comes MAURITA and PATRICK, the banquets
- manager. Usually calm and unflappable, his tie is slightly askew, and
- under his perfect tan he pales at the sight, nervously running his hand
- through his neatly coiffed hair. Patrick hesitates, unsure.
-
- Maurita is, as always, unruffled. Maurita points to the left-side table.
-
- MAURITA
- Veggie pizzas over there!
- (to the right)
- Meat over there!
-
- They begin to sort and open the boxes.
-
- Lucy and Pizza Boy are unloading the cart as fast as possible, dodging
- the flying crusts and gobs of cheese as the first boxes are torn asunder
- heedless of meat or veggie within.
-
- Patrick pulls a few boxes to safety and opens them, only to fall back as
- he is overwhelmed by the tee-shirted brutes undeterred at the attempts to
- serve them in a reasonable and orderly fashion. Patrick and BOB, another
- volunteer retreat to the relative safety of the meeting room where the
- Bash Apple session is winding down, where they are able to place several
- boxes tidily on a table in front of the Apple representatives and
- technicians who barely pause in their explanations as to how they are
- going to stop the webserver from crashing while wolfing down their
- portions.
-
- Cart emptied, Pizza Boy dashes back down the ramp to refill it. In spite
- of the danger, he returns, only to be ambushed once more as he struggles
- up the ramp with the last of the pizzas. Lucy and Maurita fight their
- way through the pack of Hackers to open the boxes and lay them out, and
- discard the smashed and torn boxes that are now empty.
-
- Finally, Lucy and Maurita are forced to fall back with Pizza Boy. They
- tip him generously for endangering his life as he did. He stumbles down
- the ramp and away in to the relative safety of the Detroit night.
-
- Patrick watches the seething tide of hackers as they fall on the open
- boxes and moves silently down the corridor to replenish the drinks,
- disillusioned and incredulous. He knows that soon they will be stalking
- the halls demanding more and more Jolt Cola, Coke, and Surge to quench
- their insatiable appetites. This is not the average conference, he has
- decided, and contemplates taking this time off next year since Holiday
- Inn does not provide survival training in their catering seminars. He
- exits into the serene silence of the kitchens.
-
- Meanwhile, Maurita and Lucy occasionally pull an empty box away to clear
- the way for the Hackers to devour even more. As the Bash Apple session
- finally ends, and a new and hungry tide of hackers descend, Lucy and
- Maurita back away, abandoning any attempts at lending order to the chaos
- surrounding them.
-
- LUCY
- (checking her watch)
- It's 12:18. Eighteen minutes.
-
- MAURITA
- There were 52 Pizzas!
-
- They retreat cautiously through the growling, gnashing crowd of
- pizza-inhaling heathens to where CAROL, the regal, red-headed matriarch
- of MacHack sits watching the scene with bemused tolerance. Lucy and
- Maurita sit down wearily.
-
- LUCY
- Remind you of New York in '76?
-
- CAROL
- Nah...Those Trekkies had rocks.
-
- Lucy scans the lobby and spots the balcony over the front desk.
-
- LUCY
- Friday night, can we go up there?
-
- Carol and Maurita, who have known her for many years, wait patiently for
- they realize she's going someplace with this thought.
-
- LUCY
- ...Then we can just toss the pizza off into the crowd
- ...or
- maybe make them leap ...you know, like at Sea World?
-
- PULL BACK TO OVERVIEW OF LOBBY
-
- As the satiated Hackers gradually subside, leaving soiled tables,
- crumpled plates and shredded napkins. With the SOUND of rumbling stomachs
- and belches we....
-
- FADE OUT.
-