Notes:

Working Title: Hatter is a revenge fantasy involving a crime lord and a too-smart-for-his-own-good hacker. It is currently called "Hatter" because, at the time, it felt like a clever name for a hacker movie. Now, I don't know how clever it really was, but the worst that can happen is that I'll change it, so no matter.
Anyway, the entire thing is told with one camera angle. Sounds boring, and for the most part, it is. That's why this will be a short film. But that one camera angle is of the computer. Of the screen, to be more precise. The story itself is told in three ways. At first (and throughout) by way of spoken words exchanged over the internet with Person C. Then, also throughout, by way of written words exchanged over the internet with Person D. Lastly, by way of the hackers webcamera, which will make the one angle deal way less tedious.

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Characters:

Person A: Hacker - talking via microphone to Person C.
Person B: Hacker - talking via text to Person D.
Person C: Hacker's girlie friend. {Elle?}
Person D: Hacker's former victim.

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Computer starts up. Messenger loads. Mouse scrolls through messenger contact list, clicks on one.
Person A: Hey you.
Person C: Hey! How are you doing?
Person A: Can't really complain too much. I stayed up a bit late coding last night, so I just woke up a couple of minutes ago.
Person C: Uh... it's 5 PM.
Person A: Ok, so maybe I stayed up a bit late this morning. Same deal.
Person C: What about your job?
Person A: I'll tweak the time signature in the computers - don't worry about it, it'll be fine.
Person C: If you say so. So, what are you up to, then?
Message pops up, asking to add a contact.
Person A: Eh?
Person C: I said, what are you doing?
Person A: Oh, nothing. Except somebody is trying to add me as a contact.
Person C: So? Add em. The worst that can happen is you block and remove them later.
Person A: True.
Clicks "Ok" on the dialog box.
Person B: Hello?
Person D: Hello!
Person D: How are you?
Person B: I'm fine. Who are you?
Person C: Well? Who is it?
Person A: I just asked that.
Person D: Oh me? I'm nobody in particular.
Person A: Nobody, apparently.
Person C: Then block 'em.
Person A: Yeah, just a second.
Person B: Where'd you get my contact info?
Person D: In case you are wondering how some stranger got your contact information, I saw you on a forum.
Person A: He seems harmless.
Person B: Well, you don't use that stupid "chat-speak" that's been floating around, so u cant b all bad, right?
Person C: And? He's probably just a waste of time.
Person D: lol. Yeah, it annoys me too. The only part of that I use is the "lol", and that's just because it's so easy to mistake a persons tone over the internet.
Person A: That's just it. He IS probably just a waste of time. But I'm bored, so a waste of time isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Person B: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Person C: Whatever.
Person A: Besides, he seems cool enough.
Person A: Also, not too slow - a definite plus. I hate talking to people who take too long to type up their messages. I hate having to wait for them. Especially when I don't care, 'cause then it's just a waste of time all around. I don't know. Pet peeve, I guess.
Person D: I see that you have a webcam installed. I know it's kinda a weird thing to ask, since I just met you, but may I see? I've never seen an American home.
Person B: I guess so. I mean, I can't imagine an American home being any different from whatever you've already seen, but there's no harm in it.
Webcamera turns on.
Person B: There you go.
Person D: Wow! American houses must be big to have rooms like that.
Person A: He just complimented me on the size of my house. Hahahaha.
Person B: What? No, this house isn't all that big. And neither is this room.
Person C: Complimented what? How small it is?
Person A: How big it is. Makes me wonder what kind of place he must live in.
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Person D: Quick question, though.
Person B: Yeah?
Person D: I gotta know - why do you do it?
Person B: Do which?
Person D: Hack.
Person A: What the hell?
Person B: What?!
Person C: What is it?
Person B: What are you talking about?
Person D: Why do you hack?
Person A: He just asked me why I hack.
Person C: What? How the hell does he know that?
Person A: He doesn't!
Person D: Why are you a hacker?
Person A: Or at least he shouldn't...
Person B: I'm not a hacker. So, honestly, I wouldn't know why they hack.
Person D: Oh, come now. Let's be friends. No need to lie when among friends.
Person C: How does he know about you?
Person A: I don't know.
Person C: Who is he?
Person A: I don't know!
Person D: Do you lie like this to everyone else? The people you know personally?
Person B: Who are you?
Person C: Why are you talking to an absolute stranger?
Person A: Dammit, I don't know!
Person D: I'm a firm believer in karma, Mr. Hacker. You can call it justice, if that suits you better. But I like to think of it as more of a 'correction'.
Person C: Why don't you just block him? Simple solution to whatever the problem is.
Person A: ... actually, I didn't think about it. Duh.
Person D: I wouldn't do that, if I were you.
Person B: What?
Person D: Blocking me. Don't. Wouldn't you dislike it if one of your friends blocked you? {Person C}, maybe?
Person A: Oh my god...
Person D: It would hurt me deeply.
Person C: What? What is it?
Person A: He mentioned you.
Person C: What?!?
Person A: The bastard mentioned you! Right there, 'Person C', plain as day!
Person C: How does he know about me?
Person A: How does he know about me?!?
Person C: What does he want?
Person A: I don't know.
Person C: Ask!
Person B: What is it you want?
Person D: A friendly conversation, for starters, I'd like you to not call me names.
Person D: It's very unbecoming of a young man like yourself.
Person B: Dammit, who the hell are you?!?
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Person D: Get the door.
Person A: This is getting a little freaky, man.
Person B: What?!? What are you on about now?
{doorbell rings.}
Person A: Oh my god.
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Person A: Call for help! Police! Military! Anyone!
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Person C: Hello?..... Are you there?.... Hello?