The Net

Well, thanks for the information. I appreciate it.

There's no chance a mistake could've been made?

A misreading? Human error? It happens.

Oh.

Well, that sort of rules that out, then, doesn't it?

So this really is a reality.

Mr. Secretary, your car.

Ah, yes. Thank you.

Eddie, let's take the parkway.

Okay, buddy. Final offer. Non-negotiable.

For every buckle-down hour you give Algebra Two,

you get two of quality time with Nintendo and Sega.

Deal?

Heh. Just whatever you do, don't tell your mother.

Good. Now, put her back on.

Okay, hon. Number one son back on the straight and narrow.

Me? Fine. Just needed a little field trip to clear the head.

Bit of a nightmare day.

I'll see you in a bit.

You bet.

I love you, Liz.

This is a very dynamic game, Mr. Depina.

You can be honest, Angela.

This game is as bloody as it gets.

But believe me, the kids will eat this up.

But first you gotta tell me what keeps crashing the damn thing.

Well, you have been virused, Mr. Depina, and a not so very nice one.

You are the best. I knew I could count on you. So, what should we do?

Well, don't think about hitting the escape key on any of your systems for a while.

One keystroke will wipe out your whole system.

I don't know how these things happen. I just ordered that security program last week.

What's it called? Gatekeeper?

Well, that's what they all say. Did you install it?

Absolutely. The minute we got it.

I think.

Not to worry. Everything's under control. It's gonna be okay.

You're the best, Angela.

Now, do you think we'll be able to get this back in stores by week's end?

Absolutely. Everything but the virus.

A friend of mine collects them.

I don't know, some people save string.

You are a genius, Angela. I can't thank you enough.

Yeah, well, you might think differently once you get my bill from Cathedral.

Look, whatever it is, it's worth it.

Angela, I'd love to show you my appreciation,

take you out to dinner tonight, some drinks. Get you out of the house.

Oh, I'm very flattered and appreciative, but I...

You gotta eat.

Uh, it's... Unfortunately, I already have dinner plans, so...

How about tomorrow? The next day?

Um, these plans are kind of a standing arrangement,

but I appreciate it. Thank you.

Look, you're still the best, Angela. I'll speak to you soon.

Thanks. Bye now. Bye-bye.

Hello.

Large. Garlic?

Garlic.

Thank you.

No one leaves the house anymore.

No one has sex.

The Net is ultimate condom.

Come on.

Talk like that, Iceman, could lead to the eventual extinction of our species.

My sympathies exactly, Angel.

Let's have a date and procreate.

Not me. In two days, I'm off on vacation.

Just me, the beach and a book.

I'm there, babe. Look no further.

Sorry. Not my type.

I'm crushed. So, what do you want in a man?

Hmm.

Butch. Beautiful.

Brilliant.

Captain America meets Albert Schweitzer.

Spends all day dashing into fray

while making world

safe for democracy.

At night, playing Bach Cantatas

while curing cancer.

Settle for a guy who puts the seat down?

Listen, Angel, you're dreaming.

You're one of us.

We accept you. We accept her.

- You're one of us. - One of us.

Yeah, I know.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful. I love Chopin.

You know this piece?

Well, I should. You taught it to me.

Brought you something.

Just don't let the nurses eat it all this time.

My favorite. How did you know?

Mm.

Do you wanna... We could play together. Do you...

Now, I'm going on vacation for about a week to the Yucatán.

If for any reason you need to get in touch with me,

I don't know if they have phones there,

but you can talk to one of the nurses and I'll...

You must be one of my students.

No, Mom, my name's Angela.

Can you bring me some candy

when you come again?

My favorites are those... Almond Rosa.

Yeah, I know what your favorites are.

Angela Bennett!

- Who is it? - FedEx!

Thank you for using Coming.

our reservation service. Have a pleasant flight.

Hi.

Hi. Line five, please.

Oh, I have another one going out.

Okay. Here you go, ma'am. Thanks.

And here's your virus, Dale.

Can I use your pen? Yeah, sure.

This is a nice place.

Thanks.

Have a nice day, ma'am. Bye-bye. You too.

Mozart's ghost! Thank you.

The hottest band on the Internet!

Cathedral Software.

Dale Hessman, please. Please hold.

Hello. Hi, it's Angela.

Angela?

FedEx Ship Software had you signing for that disk three minutes ago.

What took you so long?

Well, I was having way too much fun with this Mozart's Ghost.

By the way, I sent you a whopper of a virus for your hall of fame.

Just be a little careful with the escape button.

Look, here's the problem. Pop yourself into concert information.

All right.

Houston Utilities. Um, Dale, I think you took a wrong turn here.

Not quite Ticketmaster, is it? See anything unusual?

Mmm, no. Looks like a normal web page to me, except for that little...

What is that? A little icon at the bottom of the screen?

Click on it, and then press control-shift.

My God. So, what do you make of all this?

Simple. It's a programing glitch.

Just a futzed keystroke that sends you to the wrong Internet address, that's all.

Last night it sent me to Amtrak's central mainframe and then the Mayo Clinic.

Neither of them are on the same subnet.

Angela, I've accessed a system I shouldn't have.

If someone gets ahold of that disk, they'd have an awful lot of power.

So why don't you just crawl in there, find the program error and delete it?

Not quite ready to do that yet.

Look, what's your day like tomorrow?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'm going on my first vacation in six years.

Just made my reservation and confirmed it. There are no refunds.

What time is your flight?

Twelve. But I have to pack. I'm gonna be a complete madwoman,

so why don't you just wait till I get back?

I don't think so.

Come on, why don't you just tell me what this is about?

Look, I'd rather not on the phone.

I can fly down tonight in my Cessna, be there by breakfast.

We'd have five hours. Angela,

you know this shit better than anyone.

Fine. Fine, fine, fine. I'll see you at 7.

Great. Great. So they finally get to meet.

I'll be the, uh... The tall guy.

I'm gonna be the one with "spineless simp" tattooed to her forehead.

Bye. Bye.

See you tomorrow.

Why do I do this?

Burbank tower, Cessna 739 Mike Bravo.

Intercepting approach course ILS, runway eight.

Three-nine Mike Bravo, we've lost radar contact.

Say your position and altitude.

Just passing the middle marker at 1300 feet.

Three-nine Mike Bravo, that's a negative.

Verify your position and check your instruments.

All normal. You must be able to see my lights.

That's a negative. Execute a missed approach immediately.

Contact approach control on 124.5.

Okay, Burbank, but still, everything looks ok...

Shit! God!

Cathedral Software.

Hi. Russ Melbourne, please. Yes, one moment, please.

Mozart's ghost!

Russ Melbourne here. Hi, it's Angela.

Angela. I thought you'd be long gone.

No, I was actually getting ready to leave. That's why I'm calling.

Good. I'm glad you're still going, but when you get back, we need to talk.

We're really desperately short of your genius up here.

Oh, please. I am far from being a genius, Russ,

especially with a room full of people looking over my shoulder.

We've talked about this before. Listen, that's not the reason I called.

Just think about it, will you?

The honchos up here aren't going to let me pick up someone new

to replace Dale on such short notice,

not with all the security breaches we've had in the past.

Replace Dale? Okay.

What? You're kidding, right?

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I thought you'd heard.

What? What happened?

Angela, Dale's dead. His plane crashed last night outside L.A.

He... I just talked to him yesterday. He was... He was coming to see me.

Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

Well, let's talk when you get back, huh?

And, heh, try to have a good vacation.

Okay. I'll talk to you soon, Russ.