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EXT. STREET - OUTSIDE COMPUTER STORE - DAY Clay exits a computer store with another gift: the laptop computer Jody lusted for at the convention. He walks to his car. Within twenty paces, Agent Ellis crosses his path. Agent Cho stands close behind. ELLIS Clay! CLAY Agent Ellis! What a coincidence. Clay turns and continues on his way. Ellis follows. ELLIS Nice computer! What's the occasion? CLAY Oh, just spoiling myself. (beat) Any luck tracking Hunter? ELLIS Nothing substantial. (blurred together) Has-she called you? Clay turns around but keeps inching away, walking backwards. CLAY (acting surprised) Hunter's a woman? ELLIS What makes you think that? CLAY You said: "Has SHE." ELLIS Did I? (testing) Has she, has he. (shrugs) Well, has-she? CLAY No. Clay turns and continues walking, visibly worried. ELLIS Well, contact me if-she does. ELLIS chuckles. Agent Cho walks up to join him. (to Cho) We've gotta find that girl. CUT TO: INT. JODY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Jody admires her new laptop, fresh out of the wrapper. JODY (troubled) How can you afford it? In the background, Clay pours himself a drink--still visibly shaken. CLAY (impatient) I want you to have the best. JODY Sure, but I can never repay... CLAY Should I take it back?! JODY No, no...It's great. Beat. CLAY Anything on Chubb? JODY Yee-uk! I've read so much B.S. e-mail- business-analysis-proposal-reports I could run the company. (beat) Let's see a movie! CLAY I could get a video. JODY No...Let's go OUT! CLAY I don't know if we should...go out. JODY What does THAT mean?! CLAY I'm just worried. JODY About what?! CLAY (indicating her computer) This! JODY Clay, we're just playing! A little phreaking, a little unauthorized access- -the spooks have nothing on us. Beat. Clay knows otherwise. Is there something you're not telling me? CLAY No, no. I'm sorry. (they hug) I'm just really wired. JODY Why don't you go get a video. CUT TO: EXT. JODY'S APARTMENT COMPLEX - STREET - NIGHT Clay leaves the apartment building and turns onto the curb where his white Prelude is parked. Standing by the door of his car, he looks down the dimly lit street. A lone car is parked at the end of the block. Silhouetted by a distant streetlight, a FIGURE in the driver's seat watches him. Clay opens his car door, steps inside, and drives off. INT. CLAY'S WHITE PRELUDE - STREET - NIGHT Clay pulls to the side of the road a couple blocks away. CLAY (into cellular phone) Jody! Look outside! I think someone's watching your place. INT. JODY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT JODY (into phone) You are so paranoid. Jody carries the phone to the window and looks out. INSERT - EXT. STREET - NIGHT The car is empty. JODY holds the drape open. JODY I see a car, but no one's inside. THUNDEROUS KNOCKING shakes the door. (startled) Shit! It's them. Gotta go. She slams down the phone and pulls a key chain out of her pocket. She presses a car alarm transmitter on the ring. CHIRP, CHIRP! HER COMPUTER SCREEN reports that it is "ENCRYPTING FILES." Filenames scroll up the screen as the data is locked. JODY collects herself and pulls the door open to reveal... DIANE standing alone in the entry way--obviously not the FBI. JODY Who are you?! (checks behind Diane) DIANE I work with Clay. JODY Yeah? Jody goes to the window and looks out. Is that your car? DIANE Yes. Jody comes away from the window, satisfied that all is safe. Can I come in? JODY Sure, sure. Why not. Who are you again? Diane cautiously steps through the doorway. Restrained and poised, she looks over Jody and her apartment. DIANE Diane Griffin. I'm a friend of Clay's. JODY He's never mentioned you. DIANE Hmm...I've only known him a year. JODY Really. Diane tours the apartment, inspected all the lavish possessions: the computer equipment, flowers, appliances. DIANE (matter-of-fact) We've been going out for most of it. JODY Really. Diane handles an espresso maker. DIANE Don't you have everything. Jody, still reeling, nods slightly JODY (quiet) They're gifts...from Clay. DIANE Ah, yes. He was always generous with me. Of course, back then, (at Jody) a couple weeks ago, (back to pacing) he wasn't making the kind of money he makes now, selling information and all. (off Jody's look, casual) Don't play innocent. (circling Jody) I know all about your little scam with Jack. The phone RINGS. Jody is too stunned to hear. Another RING. (off her look) Jesus! You didn't know?! After another RING, Diane picks it up. DIANE (into phone) Hello. INT. CLAY'S CAR - STREET - NIGHT Clay recognizes the voice. CLAY Oh shit. INT. JODY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Diane hands Jody the phone. DIANE (emotionless) It's Clay. Diane holds the receiver and extends the handset to Jody who slowly turns, takes the handset, and raises it to her ear. JODY (into phone) Son-of-a-bitch! On the final word, she smashes the receiver onto the phone in Diane's hand, sending it to the floor. CUT TO: INT. PARKILL LOBBY - MORNING Ragged from a bad night, Clay trudges up to the security gate and swipes his tag through the reader. Nothing. CLAY (to no one in particular) Come on! The Security Guard buzzes him in. INT. OFFICE CORRIDOR - MORNING Clay hurries down the corridor. In his wake, CO-WORKERS pop out to watch him. Clay looks up to see the scrolling ticker- tape on the wall. In the midst of stock quotes is a message: "THE MAN IS CLAY, PUTTY IN MY FINGERS." Clay swerves to the side and pulls its plug. The board dies but snickers linger. CUT TO: INT. CLAY'S OFFICE - DAY Clay sulks at his desk, surrounded by piles of express mail packages: fruit cake, skis, a pogo stick, etc. Diane walks in, admires the collection of gifts, then drops a pile of faxes on his desk. DIANE (unenthusiastic) Morning. THE FAXES show a mug shot of Clay and proclaim: "WANTED." CLAY studies the fax with concern. CLAY At least there's no mention of hacking. (turns to Diane; grave) Jack can't know about any of this. Diane agrees but does not offer to help. Clay picks up a line on his speaker phone. After a brief DIALTONE, it connects to: VOICE (V.O.) Third precinct. Clay hangs up. CLAY (distraught) I can't escape! All my phones forward to the police. (looks around; gestures to stacks of packages) And now this! A FEDEX MAN, burdened with ten packages, enters on cue. FEDEX MAN What's the holiday? Clay signs for the packages. CLAY Schmuck-day. Diane opens one of the packages; a decoy duck falls to the desktop. Clay opens another: a lethal motorized dildo. DIANE Has she canceled your credit cards? CLAY No, but I may. I can't afford this shit. Just then, a CLOWN shows up wearing a red-ball nose. CLOWN (to Clay, excited) Is it YOUR birthday? Clay slams the door in his face--HONK! CLAY Any advice? DIANE Don't date a hacker. As Diane turns to go, Clay spots the dildo and holds it out. DIANE You want to give it to me? CLAY (acting innocent and funny) I always have. Diane scoffs at his attempt at humor or apology, whatever that was. DIANE Nah. I already got screwed. Now it's your turn. CUT TO: EXT. STREET NEXT TO CAMPUS - DAY Jody peddles down the sidewalk on her bike. Forty feet behind, a white sedan follows her. EXT. STREET NEXT TO JODY'S APARTMENT - DAY Jody rides onto the sidewalk, abruptly hops off her bike, and walks up to the car that's been following her. JODY (approaching car) Don't fuck with me, Clay! But its not Clay; the two figures in the front seat turn away. The car races off. Was that Agent Ellis? INT. JODY'S APARTMENT - DAY Jody listens to the answering machine as she hurriedly gathers computer equipment into a pile next to the Ms. Pacman arcade game--its back panel is open. CLAY (V.O.) Jody, it's me, calling from a pay phone, the only place I can. Jody stows the stuff in the belly of the arcade machine: the laptop computer, the cellular phone, batteries, disks, etc. I know you're pissed, but you've got to stop these games--you're only bringing attention to us. Jody closes the rear panel of the machine and presses one of the buttons on its face. CLICK--the booty is locked away. They're watching, just waiting for us to slip up. Jody walks to the window and peers out. I don't see why we can't talk about this like adults. OUTSIDE, a HAPPY COUPLE pushes a baby stroller as they walk along the sidewalk outside her apartment building. He laughs at one of her jokes; they are a picture-perfect couple. We had a good thing going. Don't think it was all lies. Watching the happy couple calms Jody. I know, everything I say must sound like bullshit. Jody watches with astonishment and surprise as... THE HAPPY COUPLE (really Agent Cho and Agent Rollins) suddenly break formation and rush the apartment building-- tipping over and abandoning the baby stroller. But, I really do love you. JODY races around, looking for something. It's not in her pockets. I just lost control. It's not on the table or on the floor. Agents Cho and Rollins bust through the front door as Jody pulls her key ring (with car alarm remote) from a crack in the sofa. Whatever. We should talk. Jody presses a button on the remote. CHIRP, CHIRP! HER COMPUTER SCREEN flashes the message: "ENCRYPTING..." The hard drive WHIRLS through its busy work. AGENT ELLIS walks through the doorway. ELLIS Hunter! Finally! (commanding the agents) Pull the plug. Cho and Rollins race to the computer, slide under the table, and pull a power strip out of the wall--but the computer stays on. THE COMPUTER SCREEN counts off as it encrypts: 60% COMPLETE...65%...70%... The agents pull out the desk and reach around the back, pulling out all the plugs. Just as the computer reports the encrypting is "DONE," the screen dies--its image collapses into a dot and fades away. CUT TO: