HACKERS
Written byRafael Moreu
SEATTLE 1988
EXT. FRONT YARD. DAY.
Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of
unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class
residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in
shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram
to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed
Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades
point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be
ambushed. Pan into a window in the kitchen. An
attractive woman in her thirties is making breakfast.Now, in regular motion, the battering ram breaks open the
front door. The woman, startled, drops her spatula.INT. MURPHY RESIDENCE. DAY.
WOMAN
(screams)
Oough! Ahhh!SECRET SERVICE AGENT