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    Dont read this if you dont want to know what happens.






























    THE MATRIX RELOADED


    Written by
    Andy and Larry Wachowski









    April 8, 1999



    FADE IN ON:
    Dark clouds below the inky remnants of the scorched sky. We hear wind as we sail, like a glider, over the black atmosphere.
    We DIVE DOWN into the murkiness, through the clouds, into the darker world of the dead surface of Earth, the desert of the real. The rotted skeleton of a massive city is sprawled everywhere. We approach a fissure in the Earth's crust, and as we do, we hear the increasing buzz of multiple hovercraft engines. Blue flashes grow in intensity from the fissure. Radio voices, indistinct at first, grow louder as we approach the fissure.
    WOMAN (V.O.)
    "Six o'clock, 300 meters. We can't outrun 'em."

    MAN (V.O.)
    "I know. Can't tow this crate fast enough! We gotta ditch it!"
    We hear the voices as though we're listening to cops through a police scanner. The woman is NIOBE, the captain of the lead ship, Sephora.
    NIOBE (V.O.)
    "Can't, the core is still good. And they've got 'The One.'"
    MAN (V.O.)
    "Oooh, our savior. Heíd better be worth it."
    NIOBE (V.O.)
    "Shut up and make the exit. Hold on!"
    The azure glow from the fissure is suddenly overwhelming. A tight convoy of three HOVERCRAFT explode from the fissure, traveling nearly straight up, like a trio of massive locomotives flying into the sky in tight formation, linked together by tow cables. The blue glow has been emanating from the overworked flare drives of the first and third hovercrafts. Between them, suspended by tow cables, is the dark, scorched, and sliced NEBACHANEZZER. They rocket upward, slowing as they reach the top of the arc.
    NIOBE (V.O.)
    "Woo-hoooh!"
    The rush to the ground, pulling up at the last second. The NEB flails wildly between them.
    MAN (V.O.)
    "They're still on us!"
    More vehicles fly from the fissure. A massive army of SQUIDDIES pours up onto the surface.
    INT. NEBACHANEZZER COCKPIT
    The NEB is slung between the two HOVERCRAFT, with the cockpit facing backwards. TRINITY, MORPHEUS, TANK, and NEO, the former Thomas Anderson, crowd the cockpit. Helpless, the landscape speeds away from them, while a wall of red-eyed SQUIDDIES speeds to them.
    It's been a mere TWO DAYS since the realization of NEOíS POWERS and the defeat of AGENT SMITH. The slipstream whistles violently into the interior of the ship, and the crew is cold, tired, haggard, and stressed beyond belief as they can only watch the action in their knocked-out ship.
    MORPHEUS is on a headset.
    MORPHEUS
    "Niobe, theyíre closing."
    NIOBE
    "How many?"
    MORPHEUS
    "Just a few. Maybe two or three. Hundred."
    INT. SEPHORA COCKPIT
    NIOBE, as regal as she is beautiful, sits at the controls of her ship with her co-pilot, a younger female. All visible dials are redlined as they streak over the dark surface.
    NIOBE
    "Youíve got a gift for understatement."
    INT. FREEDOM COCKPIT
    THE FREEDOMíS CAPTAIN, a silhouette in a dark cockpit, is flying blind. His cockpit is awash in the blue flares from NIOBEíS ship.
    His lieutenant, a shadowy female figure, reaches for the radar screen. As she does, we see her bare shoulder fall into view, a WHITE RABBIT tattoo is conspicuous.
    They switch their screens to the radar, squiddies right on their ass.
    MAN
    "Oh shit, weíre screwed. We gotta set down and EMP Ďem."
    NIOBE (V.O.)
    "Too many!"
    EXT. FREEDOM HULL
    A racing SQUIDDIES reaches the hull and latches on, striking up its cutting laser and ripping into the hull.
    INT. SEPHORA COCKPIT
    MAN (V.O.)
    "Theyíre on me! Shit! Losing power!"
    NIOBEíS Lieutenant, a muscular Asian woman, Circa, notes something on a console.
    CIRCA
    "Multiple bogies closing!"
    NIOBE
    "No shit."
    CIRCA
    "From the front!"
    Niobe is grim faced as she peers into the sky ahead. Several objects are closing in fast.
    CIRCA
    "Are they - "
    She doesn't have time to finish the question, as the oncoming fighters launch a massive volley of missiles. From afar, they look like dark irises surrounded by a corona of flame. At first, we can't tell exactly what they are, until their fiery trails rip straight at the SEPHORA cockpit.
    CIRCA DUCKS as the missiles harmlessly streak by.
    INT. NEB COCKPIT
    A massive swarm off missiles blasts by the cockpit. The individual warheads swerve at the last second, blowing SQUIDDIES apart, or casting them to the ground aflame.
    INT. SEPHORA COCKPIT
    Niobe breathes a sigh of relief. Her lieutenant looks back up to see a wing of HOVER FIGHTERS - 'DEFENDERS' fly past their ship. Sleek, with huge blue flares from their engines, they're gunship fighters armed to the teeth with missiles and laser turrets studding the fuselage.
    NIOBE
    "They're ours."

    DEFENDER ONE (V.O.)
    "Hold on, folks, you're in for a little cleaning."
    EXT. THE SURFACE
    The wing of DEFENDERS makes short work of the squiddies. The half-dozen clinging to FREEDOM'S hull are picked off by well-placed laser shots that turn the squiddies into curdling balls of slag. The squiddies that survive turn tail and run.
    INT. NEB COCKPIT
    The crew of the Neb breathe a collective sigh of relief as they leave the scene of aerial carnage behind them.
    NEO has been gripping an oh-shit handle on the edge of the cockpit. He relaxes his grip as their escape is clear. Their ship suddenly enters a cave, and starts to descend. The blue wash of the ship shows rock walls and pipes. The ships are slowing down as they descend back into the earth.
    TANK'S shoulders drop, and he leans back into his chair.
    TANK
    "We're home."
    TRINITY
    "Well, not yet, but we're in the defense screen."
    NEO
    "What's that?"
    MORPHEUS
    "A concentric ring of defenses that shields Zion. The fighters that just saved us constitute the first ring."
    NIOBE (V.O.)
    "Neb crew, you can relax now."
    MORPHEUS
    "For the moment, perhaps. Its still a long drive home."
    FADE OUT
    and
    FADE INTO:
    TRINITY'S CABIN. At first we see only stars twinkling, faraway diamonds on a black velvet background. The camera descends through the darkness, to a sunset, dark blue, as if just after sunset. The artwork terminates in the metal ring going around her room. It's a much more hospitable place than the rest of the dreary hovercraft. The articles she's collected during her time in the resistance dot the cabin. An unfinished sweatshirt sits on a loom. There are charcoal portraits of loved ones.
    Softly lit, the cabin sways slightly. The NEB is still in tow. NEO is sitting against the wall on Trin's bed, with her curled up beside him with her head on his lap.
    Neo canít sleep. He stares at the wall opposite him. There's a photo of the crew of the NEB, sans Trin, in better days. Smiling, laughing as they are seated around the table. Morpeus, Tank, Dozer, Switch, Epoch, Mouse. Neo stops on the image of a smiling CYPHER. There's an unknown Asian man in the photo, looking withdrawn and a bit lonely.
    Gently, placing Trinity's head down, NEO stands and examines the photo.
    She awakens.
    TRINITY
    "I'll have to take that one down now. Cypher..."
    NEO
    "Who is this guy?"
    TRINITY
    "Who?"
    NEO points to the mystery man.
    TRINITY
    "That was... IÖ forgot his name."
    NEO
    "What happened to him?"
    TRINITY is sullen.
    "He didnít make it."
    NEO returns to the bed and sits down, disturbed. Trinity sits up, awakening.
    NEO
    "Was he like me?"
    TRINITY nods.
    TRINITY
    "Not you, though. Like you. There have been others, Neo."
    "Aren't you tired?"
    NEO
    "No. I've never been a big sleeper."
    TRINITY
    "I know. I used to watch you hacking without sleeping for days."
    He turns to her, questions in his eyes.
    NEO
    "How many 'ones' have there been?"
    TRINITY
    "That's not the point."
    NEO may not think so.

    TRINITY
    "You are him. Youíre mine."
    NEO
    "But what does it mean, to be The One?"
    TRINITY
    "I don't know, Neo. Our mission was to find you."
    NEO
    "So, now what?"
    TRINITY
    "Now, Zion will give us a new mission."
    The hatch swings open. MORPHEUS peers in.
    MORPHEUS
    "We're almost home. We'll need a detail. Five minutes."
    HE closes the hatch and disappears.
    NEO
    "Does he ever knock?"
    TRINITY
    "Not on his ship."
    CUT TO:
    INT. MAIN DECK, NEB
    The crew grips the bulkhead and fixtures as the swaying ship comes to a rest. Outside, the sounds of hover engines fade away. Tank unlocks the main hatch, then jumps as it drops, unpowered, slamming into the tarmac with a resounding smash.
    CUT TO: EXT. ZION TARMAC
    The tarmac is a busy, crowded military airport, with hovercraft of different sizes spread across the lot. Its housed poorly lit, houses in a cave so huge the ceiling is out of site. Crewpersons run around, servicing battle-damaged vehicles. Munitions are carted across the tarmac on robot rolling racks. No one pays the NEB and its battered crew any mind.
    Nearby, the SEPHORA and FREEDOM are parked. Their engines shut down, and their powered hatches are open. The crewmembers are spilling out.
    NIOBE hurries to MORPHEUS' side, and he steps toward her, smiling, but their military manner is quickly restored, though they can barely contain their grins.
    MORPHEUS
    "Niobe..."
    SHE shakes his hand, the shake slows down.
    "M."
    MORPHEUS
    "Thanks for the rescue."
    THEY close for a kiss, when the FREEDOM'S captain suddenly jumps between them.
    It's CHOI - the NEO's supposed neighbor and hacking financier. Exhuberant and oblivious, he joyfully gets in MORPHEUS' face.
    CHOI
    "Brough, you us your asses! We saved you so hard core you don't even know!"
    NIOBE smiles at Morpheus and fades back as BOOTH shouts his own praises. Morpheus turns to his less-mature peer.
    CHOI
    "So, you think you finally found The One, huh? Another One?"
    DUJOUR, CHOI'S LIEUTENANT, pushes into their conversation, looking offscreen.
    DUJOUR
    "Idiot, we helped him find him. Hello, Morpheus."
    CHOI
    "Huh?"
    He looks at what she's seeing. His gaze halts on NEO. He's concentrating on TANK and his apparent girlfriend, who seems to be consoling him. He turns to see CHOI and DUJOUR, does a double-take, and his jaw drops open.
    NEO
    "You?"
    CHOI is quick to resume his cool.
    CHOI
    "In the flesh, so to speak."
    DUJOUR
    "Welcome to the real world, Neo. I'm glad you're here."
    CHOI
    "What do you think, Dujour? Should we take him with us?"
    DUJOUR
    "Definitely."
    CHOI
    "Morpheus?"
    MORPHEUS turns from Niobe and a Zion officer. He addresses Trinity, glancing at the others.
    MORPHEUS
    "Go on ship's liberty. Meet me in the Dead Duck at 21:00 hours, drunk or sober."
    EXT. ZION STREET
    It's like a valley floor running between two gigantic walls of rock that are nearly vertical, coming together in an elongated archway. Carved into the street level are innumerable stores and shops, above them, apartments and balconies that rise to the top of the arch. People flow through the street. Their clothes are homespun wool, denim, and leather. Dyes and color are absent. Carved into the solid granite walls, between homes and around windows and doors, are intricate and beautiful carvings.
    NEO is lead down the street by CHOI, DUJOUR, and TRINITY, and a few other rebels. The push through a mult-culti crowd of people, humanity melting into one race.
    CHOI
    "See, man? This is home. This is the main street. One of Ďem, anyway. Almost everyone is a fighter. Sometimes, even the kids.
    THEY pass an outdoor workshop where youngsters are assembling small machines.
    CHOI
    "Our energy as a people is directed toward liberation. Check it out, here are some newcomers."
    A group of frail, buzz-cut androgonites pass by them. They look at NEO, recognizing him as one of them, a new comer.
    NEO
    "Where did they come from?"
    CHOI
    "Energy plant we raided on our last mission. There were some survivors."
    NEO
    "How are their minds freed from the Matrix?"
    TRINITY
    "With difficulty."
    DUJOUR
    "If at all."
    They step into a club, Dead Duck. Itís a sailor joint. Lots of wood, beer on tap, and rum. Crewmembers of other ships recognize the rebels, greeting them, as they eye Neo. They take a booth in the corner. The waitress arrives.
    WAITRESS
    "Welcome home, brothers and sisters. First day back?"
    CHOI
    "Yes, lovely."
    WAITRESS
    "On the house, then. Four rums?"
    TRINITY
    "Make it eight."
    The waitress smirks and leaves. TRINITY turns to CHOI.
    TRINITY
    "Any casualties?"
    CHOI lights up and takes a drag.
    CHOI
    "Two. Sidewinder and Left-right."
    DUJOUR
    "I canít believe Cypher turned. Bastard."

    CHOI
    "He who loses faithÖ"
    DUJOUR
    "Neo, we monitored your fight. Did you really gain enlightenment?"
    NEO shrugs.
    NEO
    "All I know is I kicked Smithís ass."
    CHOI
    "Fuckiní finally, Jesus Christ. Itís about time we iced that bastard."
    DUJOUR
    "Yeah, we finally won against an agent?"
    CHOI
    "I guess 1 Ďn 298 isnít a bed record, huh?"
    The drinks arrive. Tall glasses of rum.
    CHOI holds his glass aloft. They raise their glasses to toast.
    CHOI
    "Live free or die."
    ALL (save NEO)
    "Live free."
    They slam the rum back, and slam empty glasses on the table. NEO can barely manage to sip his.
    NEO
    "God, how do you do that?"
    TRINITY
    "Youíve never drank before."
    DUJOUR
    "Not for real."
    CHOI
    "You want to know what being The One means?"
    NEO
    "What?"
    CHOI

    "One drink and youíre toast."
    DUJOUR
    "Neo, you know what else youíve never done?"
    She glances at Trinity, who falls back against the seat, turning to suppress a smile. Choi cracks up.
    NEO
    "Yeah."
    DUJOUR
    "Yeah, youíve never done it."
    CHOI
    "And virtual doesnít count, man, doesnít fucking count."
    NEO
    "Well. Iíll drink to that."
    CHOI
    "Here, here."
    This time, NEO follows the others and slams back the entire glass. He coughs and sputters as his friends and bar patrons cheer him on."
    EXT. MAIN STREET, ZION
    The lights are dim, and only a few late night revelers stagger through the streets on their way back home. Walking straight and calmly through the stragglers are MORPHEUS and NIOBE.
    MORPHEUS
    "So, how do you like having your own command?"
    NIOBE
    "Itís good. But trying. The responsibilityÖ"
    THEY stop before the entrance to the DEAD DUCK.
    MORPHEUS
    "You must be both mother and father to your crew."
    NIOBE nods, and looks into the bar. Inside, the crews are raging drunk and loud.
    NIOBE
    "Who will you be now? The mother, or the father?"
    MORPHEUS peers in on the scene and grins.
    MORPHEUS
    "As long as they donít get out of line, Iíll just be a brother."
    INT. DEAD DUCK
    NEO is out of it, while the others are merely comfortably in the bag. Heís acting like a kid who broke into his fatherís liquor cabinet.
    CHOI
    "So, you went back in, and you two pulled him out?"
    TRINITY nods, herself in disbelief. NEO picks his head up off the table.
    NEO
    "KickedÖ kicked Smithís ass."
    CHOI eyes MORPHES and NIOBE coming toward them.
    CHOI
    "Hey, did you kick anybody elseís ass, Neo? Like Morpheus?"
    NEO
    "Morpheus? Yeah, I smacked him around, too."
    MORPHEUS arrives just in time to hear the last part. He stands and grins down at NEO.
    MORPHEUS
    "So, you can smack me around, Neo?"
    NEO
    "Oh yeah. Anytime."
    MORPHEUS taps him on the forehead. NEO blinks and falls back into the booth. He stands before them.
    TRINITY
    "Howís Tank?"
    MORPHEUS
    "Heís on bereavement leave with his mother. Dozer was the second son sheís lost in this war."
    His comments set a sober tone.
    MORPHEUS
    "The Nebechanezzer is out of commission for at least a month. But, thatís not giving us a rest."
    TRINITY
    "Let me guess. Weíve been ordered back out anyway."
    MORPHEUS
    "Yes. This is another special op. Iím in command, Niobe and Trinity are team leaders. Neo is our secret weapon."
    FLASH TO: NEO, passed out with his mouth open on the couch.
    MORPHEUS
    "We donít know exactly what heís capable of. He may be just tapping his potential, or he may have already reached it. We are to learn from him, as he does from us."
    CHOI
    "Why are we always getting screwed? Not only do I have to go straight back into the shit, but I lose my command, too?"
    MORPHEUS
    "Youíve been assigned to this mission because youíre the best, Choi."
    DUJOUR
    "Yeah, and headquarters thinks you might be able to whine the agents to death."
    CHOI
    "Oh my God thatís so funny. My point is, donít we need some r-and-r? Unwind a little? We lost two crew on the last one, you lost like five, right? Shit. Iím glad we found Mr. Invincible, here, but JesusÖ"
    MORPHEUS
    "You donít have to go, Choi. Volunteers only."
    TRINITY
    "Heís got a point, M. I have faith, but why so quick?"
    MORPHEUS
    "We have a chance, here, but the window of opportunity is brief. Our ships say the Matrix is already upgrading and re-coding to block our entry. And Neoís."
    CHOI
    "Fuck. Every fucking time we get another Ďone,í this is what they do."
    MORPHEUS
    "He is the One."
    DUJOUR
    "You havenít lost the faith, have you Choi?"
    CHOI grabs a half-filled rum glass and swigs it down.
    CHOI
    "Well, these are the times that try menís souls. Hereís to victory."
    EXT. TUNNEL
    The FREEDOM hovers slowly, silently, like a submarine as it cruises through the murky depths. It suddenly comes to a quiet stop, and descends. The engines fade out, and the vessel rests, darkened, on the cave.
    A quartet of SQUIDDIES slips by. We follow as they worm their ways through the twisted passageway, watching as they pass the bubble cockpit by mere feet.
    FREEZE on the cockpit. Within the shadows we see Morpheus and Choi at the controls.
    INT. FREEDOM COCKPIT
    They watch the SQUIDDIES fade into the distance.
    MORPHEUS
    "Power up. Sleep mode."
    CHOI
    "Aye aye, capitano."
    MINIMAL cockpit displays turn on, and the cabin remains dark.
    INT. MAIN DECK
    The shipís OPERATOR, a lean Asian kid with a gaze like a laser scan, sits behind NEO, whoís sitting at the operatorís console with his hands on the abbreviated keyboard. Trinity sits with them, her feet up as she observes.
    NEO stares at the screen. Itís a huge syllabus of Matrix code characters. He struggles to learn the complex code.
    NEO
    "Ka equals 9. But reverse Ka is point-nine, right?
    RAZOR nods.
    RAZOR
    "You catch on quick, man."
    NEO
    "I know these symbols from the hacking trainer. But how come itís so hard to find them on the keyboard?"
    TRINITY
    "Your brain knows what to do. But it has to associate characters with your body."
    RAZOR
    "Itís muscle memory, Neo. Think of the space bar and your thumbs nail it. Because your thumbs have hit the space bar millions of times. But think about reverse Ďka,í and your fingers donít hit automatically hit the reverse key and the Ďkaí key in one shot."
    NEO
    "Where did these symbols come from, anyway?"
    RAZOR
    "Most of it is from the old Japanese. Itís Katakana. See, the machines arenít binary. No zero and one. Theyíre quantum-based, so instead of an open-close base of zero or one, open or closed, they use all numbers between zero and one."
    NEO
    "All numbers between zero and one. That could be an infinite number of numbers."
    RAZOR
    "Not could be, it is."
    NEO is astounded.
    NEO
    "Holy shit. How many calculations per second?"
    RAZOR
    "How many CPS? Well, thatís kind of hard to estimate. Put it this way: picture all the particles in the known universe. Not just atoms, but sub-atomic particles that compose atoms."
    NEO
    "OK. At last count that was what, a gazillion, right? Two gazillion?"
    RAZOR barely smiles at the joke.
    RAZOR
    "Well, itís up there. In any case, the number of calculations per second the Matrix can perform is greater than the estimated number of particles in the known universe."
    NEO
    "Woah."
    TRINITY
    "Thatís how they have the operating power to create entire worlds within their PCs."
    NEO
    "OK. Thatís why it looks like reality. They have the computing power to create entire worlds."
    RAZOR
    "Right."
    NEO
    "So, if we hack into the Matrix, why canít we just change the code while weíre at it?"
    RAZOR
    "No, no. See, itís not that simple. The machines, the programs that code, create, and maintain the Matrix, the agents, they are code. There are different types of agents, many work unseen with no interaction in the matrix. Then, there are the enforcers, the ones we know all too well."
    NEO
    "Right."
    RAZOR
    "Well, my point is, the machines code and recode the Matrix by pure will. Interaction with the Matrix, the physical act of being there, by default, allows people to change their environment - the Matrix. They move objects, make sound, affect cause."
    NEO
    "Like reality."
    TRINITY
    "Almost. Reality is unalterable. But the fabric of reality in the Matrix can be rewoven. Some can reach beyond normal cause. Their affects on the Matrix are deeper than average. They have learned to change it according to their needs. But they donít have total control. Thatís why we need operators like Razor here. But you, you go further than any of us can."
    NEO

    "How?"
    RAZOR stands and taps Neoís skull. He stretches, grabs a Japanese-style wooden sword, and, out of boredom, starts performing slow, precise Kendo moves around the main deck as he talks.
    RAZOR
    "The equipment you carry up here. Youíre a freak. A good freak. Youíre neural kinetics blast past those of average humans. This, combined with your ability to suspend disbelief, allow you to change the reality of the Matrix."
    NEO
    "How did I end up asÖ a freak?"
    RAZOR practices the same strike a few times.
    RAZOR
    "Good question. The Machines create people through cloning, since, obviously, no coppertops have physical sex. Theoretically, all clones in the Matrix are exactly the same as when the first clones. They shouldnít be any different from normal, homegrowns."
    NEO
    "OK, so how do you explain me?"
    TRINITY
    "Not just you. Morpheus, myself. We were all born inside.
    NEO
    "Well, what separates us from others?"
    TRINITY
    "For the past 50 years or so, something has been happening to children in the Matrix. Theyíve been mutating, changing in ways the machines never predicted. Some seem to gain faster reflexes and strength. Others seem to have psychic powers."
    RAZOR looks up to see MORPHEUS, hanging back as he listens. He comes forward.
    MORPHEUS
    "And others are able to change the reality of the Matrix itself."
    HE points to Neo.
    MORPHEUS
    "Discussing history, are we?"

    RAZOR shakes his head.
    RAZOR
    "Iím trying to teach this fool some programming, man. Heís stuck in the 20th century. Heís got no skills, man. Without us, heís helpless."
    MORPHEUS
    "In the Matrix, without him, weíre helpless."
    TRINITY
    "Morpheus, can you tell us what the mission is now?"
    MORPHEUS
    "Not until we reach broadcast depth. Itís slow going out there. I guess they know weíre coming back, so theyíre patrolling. We have time to rest and ready."
    EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP, LATE DAY (CONSTRUCT)
    TRINITY sits alone on the tip of an impossibly high finger of rock. It looks like it sits on the rooftop of the world. All around her, as far as the eye can see, lie mountains. Their snow-capped peaks are pink in the sunset light.
    She looks into the sunset. Heavy thoughts weigh on her mind.
    A hand appears on her shoulder. Itís NEO. How he got on the finger of rock is anyoneís guess.
    NEO
    "Boo."
    TRINITY grins slightly and pulls on his arm. There is only enough room for one on the end of the rock, so he sits down behind her.
    TRINITY
    "Donít lose your balance."
    NEO
    "It doesnít matter if I do."
    TRINITY
    "So, you can fly."
    NEO
    "Yes."
    TRINITY
    "Do you think I can?"
    NEO
    "I think you can do anything you want, if you believe."
    TRINITY
    "Like you?"
    NEO
    "I donít know. I donít know exactly what I can do."
    TRINITY half turns.
    TRINITY
    "Will you teach me to fly?"
    NEO
    "I donít know if I can."
    TRINITY
    "Free your mind of doubt."
    NEO stands, and steps in front of TRINITY. Heís on the very, very edge of the rock. He extends his hand down to her. She grabs it, and he hauls her up. Her eyes dart to the ground, thousands of feet below the finger.
    TRINITY
    "In this construct program, the ground can kill."
    NEO
    "I wonít let you fall. Ever."
    THEY look into each otherís eyes. Despite the trauma theyíve been through, and not even truly knowing one another, thereís a connection.
    NEO suddenly backs away. He walks on the air with perfect traction, as though heís on an invisible plane of glass. He leaves TRINITY standing precariously on the edge, wobbling a bit as she maintains balance against nerves. She breathes deep, and looks back up at NEO, maintaining her cool even as she eyes the spectacle.
    NEO stands a few feet away from her, completely at ease as the high-altitude winds ruffle his hair.
    NEO extends a hand to her.
    NEO
    "Itís not real, Trinity. Youíre not standing there. Step out. I can do it. You can, too."
    With one last glance at the infinite drop, she steadies herself and stares straight into his eyes. Blue meet brown. Breathless, she steps straight out.
    She takes one step in the air. For a breathless second, as she steps off the edge, she is stable. When she takes her foot off the edge, though, she sways, and her foot slips, as though sheís on a greasy surface bobbing up and down. She corrects herself, tries another step, sags further.
    TRINITY
    "Shit."
    SHE glances down, then locks eyes with NEO. Then drops like an anvil.

    NEO
    "Whoops."
    HE dives down, shooting like a missile. TRINITY is calm, falling backwards, watching NEO come for her. The rocky ground looms behind her. She makes no effort to reach for NEO as he draws close to her. HE reaches for her with all his might.
    NEO
    "Grab me!"
    TRINITY makes no effort to save herself, even as collision is seconds away. She stares at him intently.
    NEO
    "Grab on to me!"
    SEEING she is doing nothing, he goes beneath her and scoops her up, Superman style. He barely accomplishes this before he slows and settles onto the rocky ground.
    They are in a twilight glade shaded by the mountains.
    NEO
    "What the hell were you doing?"
    TRINITY smiles slightly. Her madness has a purpose.
    TRINITY
    "Showing you, Neo."
    NEO
    "Showing me what? You nearly gave me a heart attack."
    TRINITY
    "I want you to know how much faith I have in you."
    NEO
    "Oh. And this requires acts of insanity?"
    TRINITY smiles. She looks him up and down. She moves intimately close.
    "So, you really are Superman."
    NEO
    "Only when Iím plugged in."
    TRINITY steps away. NEO grabs her shoulder and turns her to him. He attempts a
    kiss, but she turns her face, letting it land on her cheek.
    NEO
    "What?"
    TRINITY looks at him, then up at the sky.
    TRINITY
    "Itís not you. Just, not here."
    NEO doesnít understand. TRINITY rolls her eyes.
    TRINITY
    "Theyíre watching us, you big dope. Do you know how horny computer geeks get?"
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    CHOI, RAZOR, DUJOUR, and CIRCA are sitting around the operatorís
    console,feet up, eating. On the screens are patchy images of TRINITY and NEO
    standing together in the GLADE. Itís like theyíre watching a soap opera.
    TRINITY and NEO are looking in their direction.
    ON THE interface chairs, the bodies of TRINITY and NEO lay supine.
    EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)
    TRINITY grabs NEO by the arm.
    TRINITY
    "Over here."
    SHE leads him into the shadows.
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    THE VOYEURISTIC crewmembers collectively groan as the lovers disappear off the screen and into the darkness.
    RAZOR puts his hand on CIRCAíS shoulder and sighs.
    RAZOR
    "So romantic."
    CIRCA calmly pats his hand and removes it, holding it in front of him.
    CIRCA
    "Iím sure Mary Palmer will appreciate your mood more than I."
    EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)
    IN the blue twilight shade, NEO and TRINITY kiss tentatively, slowly, then quicker as they give in to their feelings for one another. WE move around them slowly, then pan into the shadows, a natural fadeout.
    INT. OFFICE (MATRIX)
    AGENTS JONES and BROWN sit across from each other, a steel table between them. They stare at each other for what seems like a long time. There is a speaker phone in the middle of the table amidst neat stacks of file folders.
    AGENT JONES
    "Our defeat is worrisome."
    AGENT BROWN
    "As is the loss of our colleague."
    THEY ARE BOTH seething with anger. AGENT JONES grinds his molars.
    JONES
    "We canít defeat them. You saw what happened."
    JONES
    "We have a backup copy of Agent Smith..."
    JONES stands and walks toward the massive panoramic window. The city spreads before him.
    JONES
    "A backup is not good enough. We need to upgrade ourselves to meet the new threat."
    BROWN opens a large file folder.
    BROWN
    "Heís being rebuilt. But I have an alternate plan. Why fight the humans, when we can let them fight for us?"
    JONES
    "The terrorists have learned to bend our reality in ways we cannot. This was the cause of our defeat."
    BROWN
    "Mr. Thomas J. Anderson is not unique. Over the decades, many humans have developed... techniques for manipulating the Matrix. Techniques too primitive for us to understand. Most never realize their potential, but all the ones weíve noticed exhibiting these talents are recorded here."
    ANGLE ON the book as BROWN flips through. Street shots of people from all walks of life. Young rebels, corporate suits, junkies, housewives.
    JONES turns on AGENT BROWN.
    JONES
    "Do you have anyone in mind?"
    ANGLE ON the book. It stops on a page dedicated to someone who looks like NEO, but with long hair and an extremely bad attitude. There are photos of him on a motorcycle with a blonde, photos of him drinking with his gang friends.
    BROWN
    "Gregory Lowfield. He exhibits the traits we saw in Mr. Anderson."
    MANíS VOICE (O.S.)
    "Mr. Anderson no longer exists. Our enemy now is the one called... NEO."
    ANGLE ON: THE DOOR
    AGENT SMITH walks in, grinning. There is a new swag to his walk, and his hair is longer, tied back.
    BROWN
    "Youíve been recreated."
    SMITH flexes his arm, examines his hands, and feels his hair.
    JONES
    "And you have more hair."
    SMITH turns to him, examines the photos on the table. They lock eyes. On the same wavelength, they transfer knowledge without speaking. SMITH looks at the photo on the table.
    SMITH
    "I know what youíre thinking. What we need is our own Neo..."
    JONES
    "If itís possible."
    SMITH
    "Iíll make it possible."
    WE ZOOM in on the grainy photo of NEOís doppledanger. Quiet at first, growing louder as it grows dark, we here the rumble and roar of motorcycles.
    EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY (NIGHT)
    FAR OFF in the distance, the glow of motorcycle headlights racing toward us. As we zoom out and focus in, they are already too close to avoid. They rip by us, thundering explosions and men and women cheering.
    THE pack of about ten bikers and their women donít wear helmets. They fly down the highway using both lanes, drinking and driving with total abandon.

    ANGLE ON the lead motorcycle, a massive, custom-made Harley. GREGORY LOWFIELD, Thomas J. Anderson without a desk job, without cares, revs his bike and locks the accelerator. He hands his beer to the blonde who rides behind him, then, in one swift motion, jumps up on his seat, leaning into the slipstream.
    The feat is IMPOSSIBLE.
    HIS GIRLFRIEND, CHANDRA, screams at him as she grasps the seat and lowers herself to the bike.
    CHANDRA
    "Greg, are you fucking crazy?"
    GREG
    "Yes. But donít worry."
    She clings to his legs as they barrel down the highway. They blast pass a darkened cruiser.
    INT. CRUISER
    The cop sets his paper down just long enough to catch a glimpse of the pack exploding down the highway, with GREGORY surfing his bike.
    ANGLE ON: the radar gun. Itís flashing 125 MPH
    COP
    "Holy shit. Drunk ass punks."
    EXT. HIGHWAY
    GREGORY is facing us as he drops back into his seat, taking his beer on cue from CHANDRA. Behind them, the copís lights flare up.
    GREGORY
    "Oh boy. Stop, stop, letís have some fun."
    INT. COP CAR
    WE look through the windshield as the cop drives down the highway, calling in his stop-vehicle report. He suddenly sees something that makes him slam on the brakes.
    COP
    "Holy shit!"
    ANGLE THROUGH the copís windshield. The ten bikers, with GREGORY at their center, are parked in the middle of the road, looking at him casually."
    EXT. ROAD
    THE cruiser comes to a stop mere inches from GREGORYíS leg. The COP bursts out of the door.
    COP
    "What the hell are you doing?"
    GREGORY
    "Weíll tell you when to stop, little man. Not the other way around."
    COP
    "Fuck."
    HE DIVES back into his cruiser, reaching for the radio. GREGORY pulls a huge silver .44 from his jacket and FIRES. The cruiserís antenna is blown off at the base, and the nine-foot whip flips onto the ground with a metallic clang.
    INT. CRUISER
    The COP is lying half-on the seat, taking cover. The handset relays only static. He reaches for his gun, but is frozen by Gregoryís voice.
    GREGORY
    "Donít try anything stupid, man. I gotta bead on your donut-eating ass."
    EXT. CRUISER
    The cop comes out with his hands up.
    COP
    "Whaddya want with me?"
    GREGORY
    "I donít know. I just thought Iíd find out what you wanted without you shooting at me. So, what do you want?"
    THE COP is a tough one. Far taller than GREGORY, muscular and serious.
    COP
    "Youíre all under arrest."
    THE PACK explodes with laughter. GREGORY walks up to the policeman and circles him, keeping the gun pointed in the business direction.
    GREGORY
    "This is your lucky day, officer. Weíre gonna give you a night off."
    CHANDRA walks up to him. Seductively, she hands him the bottle of hard liquour.
    CHANDRA
    "Drink."
    WHEN he pauses, GREGORY places the gun against his temple. Reluctantly, the big cop starts to gulp down the alcohol.
    GREGORY lowers the gun. He and CHANDRA return to their motorcycle.
    GREGORY
    "You never even saw us, man."
    CHANDRA
    "Keep the bottle."
    THEY start their bikes and are gone, like ghosts, into the shadows of the road.

    CUT TO:
    EXT. BEACH
    A CAMPFIRE blazes only a few feet away from the high tide. A billion stars shine overhead as GREGORY and his biker gang, including the cop, sit or lie around the fire. A few people are still awake, and one picks drunkenly at a guitar.
    GREGORY stands, throws a blanket over his shoulder, and scoops up CHANDRA. They make their way into the dunes.
    EXT. DUNES
    GREGORY and CHANDRA lie on the blanket, staring at the sky. Inexplicably, GREGROY holds a hand toward the sky.
    GREGORY
    "Which one do you want?"
    CHANDRA
    "Any one. It doesnít matter."
    WITH his hand pointed lazily at the sky, a single star starts glowing stronger and stronger. It vibrates, then fades suddenly and comes loose from the sky, and becomes a meteorite, burning across the sky.
    CHANDRA draws closer to him, enraptured by his power.
    CHANDRA
    "How do you do it, Gregory?"
    GREGORY
    "I donít know. Sometimes it feels likeÖ Iím reaching beyond the world."
    HIS hand drops and his head turns. He sits up, startled by something.
    CHANDRA
    "What is it?"
    GREGORY holds up a hand for her to be silent.
    GREGORY
    "They found us. Canít you hear it?"
    CHANDRA

    "What? I donít hear anything."
    GREGORY
    "We can only rebel so long. We can only push until they will hit back."
    CHANDRA
    "They? The Men in Black?"
    CU on GREGORY. In the distance, the faintest sound of a helicopter can be heard, growing louder.
    GREGORY
    "Fuck! Get to the bikes."
    EXT. CAMPFIRE
    GREGORY bursts over the hill, holding hands with CHANDRA as they run. Heís only had time to through on his boots and boxers and grab his .44. Chandra is dressed only in her underwear and Gregoryís leather jacket.
    GREGORY
    "Wake up! Get on your bikes and fucking ride!"
    HIS gang burst to their feet. They scramble through the dunes, heading for their bikes.
    A HELICOPTER, seen only by itís massively strong search lamp, and the wind from its rotors blowing sand everywhere, flies up and over the dunes, buzzing the running pack, blowing some off their feet.
    GREGORY mounts his bike and CHANDRA jumps on back. WITH A WAVE OF HIS HAND, all the bikes, his included, drop into neutral and rev into start. Their headlights blaze as the helicopter returns, joined by another.
    CHOPPER LOUDSPEAKER
    "THIS IS THE POLICE, STOP YOUR VEHICLES AND SURRENDER!"
    SUDDENLY, automatic fire sparks from the unseen helicopters. A bullet trail stitches its way across a pair of bikers, sending them to the ground as the helicopters fly overhead.
    GREGORY cranks down on the throttle and his bike explodes ahead.
    EXT. HIGHWAY
    THE pack splits up in two directions as the distant choppers circle back. GREGORY cuts the lights on his bike and follows the highway by starlight.
    INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT
    TINNY RADIO chatter fills the red-lit cockpit over the steady hum of the engines. The nose of the chopper points to the ground as it focuses on GREGORY and CHANDRA, who are ripping down the highway.
    CU on the cockpit instruments, centered on the airspeed indicator. The needle is pushing to the max, going through 150 knots.
    PILOT (V.O.)
    "Holy shit, heís outrunning us."
    CUT TO:
    EXT. HIGHWAY
    GREGORY is pasted down to the tank of his bike with CHANDRA gripping him for her life. The slipstream pulls his lips open and tears streak from his eyes as his bike redlines in fifth gear. The helicopters grow smaller behind them. They break chase.
    CHANDRA looks back and sees the lights turn away. She screams over the wind and the roar.
    CHANDRA
    "Theyíre gone!"
    GREGORY is staring down a dark highway.
    GREGORY
    "Canít see shit."
    HE turns the headlights back on, just in time to see a ROADBLOCK of heavy duty military trucks. In front of the trucks is a sandbag wall manned by soldiers. The trucks are flanked by police cars. And if one looks closely enough, they can see a pair of AGENTS standing to the side.
    THE stunned soldiers have time to fire off a couple shots as they run frantically to get out of the way of the bike, 800 pounds of metal flying at 150 miles per hour.
    GREGORY plows into the sandbag wall, directly between two parked trucks. The wall parts in an explosion of sand and sandbags. THEYíRE THROUGH, but the bike scissors uncontrollably, until it rolls and we drop into bullet-time.
    AS the bike goes over, we watch from the side as GREGORY dismounts, grabbing CHANDRA as he steps over onto the safe side of the bike. A massive shower of sparks bursts and trails the bike. It tumbles like a bullet falling through syrup, and GREGORY keeps walking over the rotating surface, using the bike to protect him and CHANDRA against the flesh-ripping concrete.
    THE bike is coming apart as itís bashed against the concrete. Pieces rise slowly into the air - the front wheel, the forks, the mufflers, and a million flakes of metal, until the body bounces into the air, carrying GREGORY and CHANDRA up. Holding her to him - sheís barely conscious of the lightning-fast crash, GREGORY rides the flying body with one hand on the frame. It comes crashing down and back into real-time.

    THE bikeís body streaks along the highway. The sparks fade as it slows, and pieces of metal come clanging and banging down around them. They stop, crouching atop the body, with GREGORY crouching over CHANDRA. The disembodied front wheel rolls past them.
    STUNNED, not quite understanding how or what he just did, he and CHANDRA stand and start running. BEHIND them is a blurry wall of red and blue lights. POLICE SIRENS grow louder.
    THEY start running down the highway, then GREGORY yanks CHANDRA to a stop.
    GREGORY
    "Split up, into the desert, go!"
    THEY split.
    CU on CHANDRA. In bare feet, she sprints for the side of the road. The highway is littered with pieces of the bike, and she stomps on a twisted piece of metal that impales her bare foot. She falls to the asphalt with a scream.

    GREGORY turns and rushes back to her, even as a police cruiser is bearing down on them, itís V-8 roaring and the siren IMPOSSIBLY LOUD.
    GREGORY drops to her side, only to look up into the blinding high beams. He drops over CHANDRA, ducks his head and extends his hand toward the oncoming cruiser and we drop back into BULLET TIME.
    THE CRUISER runs into his hand and stops as though it hit a steel post. The hood crumples in the center, pushing the grill in even as the front quarter panels of the unibody continue around GREGORY and CHANDRA.
    INT. CRUISER
    THE ENGINE smashes in through the console, pushing the cops apart as the glass
    windshield explodes and their seats slide forward into the console, smashing
    them like jelly.
    CU: GREGORY AND CHANDRA
    WITH HIS HAND still on the grille, CHANDRA AND GREGORY remain untouched, even as
    the entire police cruiser rips around them. WE drop back into REAL time and see
    the cruiserís body rip over and around them. The grille and engine block and
    part of the mangled transmission remain still against GREGORYíS HAND. The
    cruiser was gutted, like a banana shot down the center from top to bottom. It
    speeds beyond them, silent now, flips and explodes.
    THE ENGINE block is suspended a few feet in the air. It drops to the ground with a thud.
    GREGORY and CHANDRA get to their feet and run into the early morning desert.
    CU: GUTTED CRUISER
    UNBELIEVABLY, the driver is still aliveÖ barely. The steering wheel is smashed deep into his mouth, splitting his jaw open. Wet, broken chokes emanate from his blood-filled mouth. His eyes flicker, and just before they close forever, his body is seized by pain as he MORPHS.
    EXT. GUTTED CRUISER
    THE CRUMPLED DOOR is knocked out of the frame. WE SEE a black loafer step from the vehicle and a man in an immaculate black suit steps out slowly.
    WE rise up from the loafer. As the other cruisers catch up to the scene of the accident, AGENT BROWN watches. He looks into the desert.
    A POLICE lieutenant approaches BROWN.
    LIEUTENANT
    "Sir, should we pursue?"
    AGENT BROWN
    "Withdraw your men and pursue the others. We have our own plans for this one."

    INT. MAIN BRIDGE (NIGHT)
    The ship is quiet. RAZOR sits at the operator console, smashing the keyboard as he forces Tetris pieces into place.
    INT. COCKPIT
    CHOI is sipping coffee as he nudges the ship to a stop. He speaks into his headphones.
    CHOI
    "OK, try it here."
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    RAZOR halts his video game playing and flashes to a different screen. Lines of code come pouring down the screen as he types, then hits the ENTER key with a flourish. The screen flashes, and the familiar scroll of the MATRIX cascades down the screens.
    RAZOR
    "Holy shit."
    CUT TO: INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    CHOI
    "What? Tell me you got signal."
    RAZOR (V.O.)
    "No fucking shit I got signal. Dude, theyíre changing it."
    CHOI is annoyed.
    CHOI
    "Are you using the right pulse wave?"
    CUT TO: INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    RAZOR
    "Shut the fuck up and get back here."
    THE MATRIX scroll pours down at a streaking pace. Itís almost impossible to make out the individual characters.
    CHOI comes up behind RAZOR
    CHOI
    "Oh my God. What are they - "
    RAZOR
    "Theyíre changing the Matrix."
    CHOI
    "Call Morpheus."
    RAZOR patches into MORPHEUSí cabin through the headset.
    INT. MORPHEUS CABIN
    ITíS dark, but quiet classical music can be heard. Heís not in bed alone. NIOBEíS shaded form can be made out behind him.
    MORPHEUS sounds awake, but looks anything but. He grabs the buzzing handset only an armís length from him.
    MORPHEUS
    "Iím here."
    RAZOR
    "Sir, you gotta get down here."
    MORPHEUS starts dressing as he talks. He puts a reasurring hand on NIOBEíS shoulder.
    MORPHEUS
    "Proximity alarm?"
    RAZOR
    "The Matrix, sir. The coding is going nuts."
    MORPHEUS
    "Be right there."
    MORPHEUS hangs up the phone and jumps into his boots. He turns to NIOBE as he works.
    MORPHEUS
    "It sounds bad. Theyíre readjusting quicker than we thought."
    NIOBE jumps up and dresses quickly.
    NIOBE
    "Already?"
    MORPHEUS
    "It appears that they are learning their lessons."
    NIOBE shakes her head.
    "Morpheus, how much are you going to tell him?"
    MORPHEUS pauses.
    MORPHEUS
    "Tell Neo? About his predecessors, I suppose?"
    NIOBE, dressed, nods.
    MORPHEUS
    "He is the -"
    NIOBE puts a finger to his lips.
    NIOBE
    "Six came before him, Morpheus."
    MORPHEUS shakes his head slowly.
    MORPHEUS
    "To me, none came before him. The Oracle told me I would find the one. It is prophecy. You havenít seen what he can do."
    NIOBE
    "What if they toughen the Matrix code, like last time?"
    MORPHEUS
    "There are lots of ifs. How about this one: What if we lose faith in our cause?"
    HE disappears through the door, leaving Niobe standing in the dim light.
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    MORPHEUS leans over RAZOR and CHOI.
    MORPHEUS
    "Talk to me."
    RAZOR
    "Not good, boss, I gotta compile a new descrambler."

    MORPHEUS nods.
    MORPHEUS
    "Do it. Weíre at broadcast depth?"
    CHOI
    "Yes sir."
    MORPHEUS
    "We have to download our mission specs. Move aside, I have to log into the mainframe."
    MORPHEUS takes over RAZORS seat. The scrolling code disappears, replaced by the small words: ZION.dtr1.mnfr4m3 LOGON.
    MORPHEUS pushes the keyboard under the console so its hidden from view. He taps at the keyboard. Hidden password appears on the screen in the form of: XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX.
    SCREEN: LOGON ACCEPTED. WELCOME, MORPHEUS.
    MISSION SPECS DOWNLOADING...
    DOWNLOADED
    LOGOUT COMPLETE
    MISSION TYPE: INFILTRATION / DESTRUCTION
    TARGET: MATRIX MAINFRAME
    MORPHEUSí eyes open slightly when he reads the screen, but he regains his composure quickly. RAZORíS mouth drops open, and CHOI starts cracking up.
    CHOI
    "The mainframe? Haha. Itís a joke, right Morpheus? Is today April 1st?"
    NIOBE appears behind them.
    NIOBE
    "Itís not a joke. We have The One. We must do it now."
    RAZOR
    "But theyíre altering the code already. I canít even read it yet."
    MORPHEUS turns and faces them.
    MORPHEUS
    "We have our mission, but itís up to us to interperate how weíll do it."
    RAZOR
    "Morpheus, thereís more ice in front of that mainframe than there is in Antarctica. Weíll never cut through it all."
    MORPHEUS
    "You havenít seen The One in action."
    RAZOR looks dubious, and turns to the screens.
    MORPHEUS
    "Can you hack in?"
    RAZOR pounds the keys. The Matrix disappears, replaced by his program.
    RAZOR
    "Getting you in is no problem. Maintaining the input/output and helping you is the problem. Thatís how they killed savior number four, if I remember right. They cut the signal and trapped him in there."
    MORPHEUS spins the chair, then stops it. Their faces are inches apart.
    MORPHEUS
    "We donít speak of the past."
    RAZOR

    "Excuse me for dragging up painful memories, sir."
    HE turns the chair back to the screen and continues coding.
    CUT TO: NEO
    Heís standing at the edge of some equipment on the Main Deck. Heís heard every word. He rounds the corner. The others catch sight of him. The same thought is on everyone's mind: How much had he heard.
    MORPHEUS
    "Morning. Niobe, wake the rest of the crew. Razor, whatís the ETA for getting us in there?"
    RAZOR shakes his head.
    RAZOR
    "I dunno. Just gimme an hour, Iíll probably have caught up to them."
    MORPHEUS walks up to NEO.
    MORPHEUS
    "Come with me."
    CUT TO:
    DESERT (DAY)
    FROM FAR AWAY, we see GREGORY and CHANDRA hiding under the only bit of shade available for miles, a tiny outcropping of rock. We sail in and cut to a panning shot, scanning over the harsh ground, onto CHANDRAíS feet, clad in Gregoryís boots, up her sun-scorched and scratched legs. Sheís collapsed onto Gregory. Heís in equally bad shape. Gregory leans with his back against the rock, eyes opening and closing as he drifts in and out of sleep.
    GREGORY POV
    He stars at the horizon and the mirages of water reflecting the jaundiced yellow sky. In the shimmering distance, a man appears, but Gregoryís lids shut and we see darkness. When he reopens them, the figure is more clear. Itís a man, dressed in a black suit. Even in the distance we can recognize him. We want it to be him.
    EXT. DESERT ROCK
    GREGORY can barely come to his senses as the figure approaches. CHANDRA doesnít even wake.
    EXT. DESERT
    We follow the figure at waist heigh as it approaches GREGORY. It comes to a stop just in front of him.
    EXT. DESERT ROCK
    GREGORY is fully awake, but he thinks heís dreaming. He reaches out and pokes the black-clad leg of the immaculate man standing before him - a man who doesnít sweat even in the sauna heat. He looks up, but the glaring sun obscures the face.
    GREGORYís voice is raspy as he starts to speak.
    GREGORY
    "Oh my God. ItísÖ The Man."
    MAN IN BLACK
    "Iíve been searching for you for a long time, my friend."
    GREGORY lowers his head.
    MAN IN BLACK
    "We need you, Gregory."
    GREGORY
    "What for?"
    MAN IN BLACK
    "To save our world."
    GREGORYíS FACE RAISES, THE MAN IN BLACK eclipses the sun with his head, making a hallo of hazy sunlight around an all-too familiar face: AGENT SMITH.
    GREGORYíS head drops back down. He strokes CHANDRAíS hair.
    GREGORY
    "Itís too late. Weíre dead."
    AGENT SMITH
    "Do you want to live?"
    GREGORY
    "What for?"
    AGENT SMITH
    "A better life for all. Life for her. And for you, a chance for revenge."
    GREGORY raises his head.

    AGENT SMITH grins. He turns away, and the desert landscape before them turns into a soothing, cool, crystal forest lake. Smith takes a step toward it, then turns and extends his hand.
    AGENT SMITH
    AGENT SMITH
    "Interested?"
    GREGORY is mystified. Speechless, he drags himself to his feet, hoisting Chandra, and steps toward the lake.
    GREGORY
    "This canít be real."
    HE steps forward, only to have the image recede.
    AGENT SMITH
    "You this, donít you?"
    GREGORY
    "Yes."
    AGENT SMITH
    "Will you help us?"
    GREGORY
    "Anything."
    CU: SMITH extends his hand. GREGORY grasps it. He lets go, and collapses into the cool shallow waters of the lake edge.
    EXT. LAKE SHORE
    THE DESERT is gone, replaced by forest, though still under the poisoned sky of the Matrix.
    GREGORY laps the water up, and pulls CHANDRA in, rubbing the water over her face. Calmly, AGENT SMITH stands on the lake shore.
    CU: AGENT SMITH. The humans are reflected in his perfectly still glasses.
    CHANDRA stirs and awakens, though she doesnít seem to see SMITH. GREGORY, revitalized, looks around at the miracle, and up at the mystery man.
    GREGORY
    "Who the fuck are you?"
    SMITH grins devilishly.
    AGENT SMITH
    "Iím nobody. A Smith. Whatís more important, is you. We need you, Gregory."
    GREGORY stares. He pulls CHANDRA ashore and stands to look AGENT SMITH in the eyes.
    GREGORY
    "First you try to kill me. Now you need me."
    AGENT SMITH
    "Two years ago, Gregory, your parents were killed in a terrorist attack in the heart of the city."
    THE words spark something nasty in GREGORY.
    GREGORY
    "So what?"
    AGENT SMITH
    "The terrorists were led by a certain individual."
    GREGORY
    "I know who it was."
    AGENT SMITH
    "We need you to kill him."
    GREGORY laughs he turns to CHANDRA to check on her. Sheís passed out on the smooth grass.
    GREGORY
    "What a bunch of bullshit. The whole government canít kill him, so how can I?"
    AGENT SMITH
    "No one in the government can do what you can."
    GREGORY
    "Fuck you."
    AGENT SMITH
    "I believe we have a deal."
    GREGORY stands and puts his face next to SMITHíS
    "You know, Iíve always wanted to fuck the devil on a deal. And this looks like a once-in-a lifetime opportunity. So, fuck YOU!"
    SMITH frowns. GREGORY looks him up and down. Heís got a few inches and pounds on the smaller agent.
    GREGORY
    "What are you gonna do, little man? You looking for a trip to the fucking hospital? fuck with me and youíll be looking for some plastic surgery, you - "
    SMITH delivers a chest punch that sends GREGORY sailing back twenty feet. He tumbles to a stop, coughs, and stares in disbelief at SMITH, standing calmly at what seems like an impossible distance away.
    CU: SMITH. HE removes his glasses calmly.
    CU: GREGORY. He was stunned, but heís not out of the fight. Not by a long shot.
    GREGORY
    "No man can beat me."
    SMITH
    "Bring it on, pussy."
    Pull back as he CHARGES SMITH
    SMITH is ready to deflect the blow, but GREGORY dodges and bowls him over, barroom style. With SMITH pinned below him, he slams his palm downward. SMITHíS head dodges the blow that pummels the ground.
    GREGORY is screaming as he smashes downward with the palms of his heels. Every blow misses the mark.
    GREGORY
    "Mother fucker, what the fu -?"
    SMITH bucks up, throwing GREGORY into the air. He flips onto his back as GREGORY returns. The sheer force of his street-forged roundhouses knock SMITH around as he blocks. Growing irritated at the untrained attack, SMITH turns a block into a palm-heel that hits GREGORY in the forehead with the force of a cannon blast. Momentarily stunned, he steps back enough for SMITH to perform a roundhouse kick. Itís like a helicopter blade, smashing into GREGORYíS head and sending him to the ground in a heap.
    SMITH
    "Ready to change your mind?"
    CU: GREGORY
    HE canít respond very well. Blood fills his mouth and his face is mashed. A huge welt grows under the loafer mark left by SMITH on the right side of his face.
    SMITH crouches down by GREGORY
    SMITH
    "I can teach you to beat me, you know."
    THIS interests GREGORY.
    SMITH
    "Help us, and both you and her will be free afterward."
    GREGORY stares at the ground, then gazes past SMITH at CHANDRA. Finally, he starts to rise. SMITH offers a hand, and GREGORY takes it.
    SMITH
    "You know it, donít you? That thereís more to your world than what you can see, what you can rationally explain?"
    GREGORY
    "Yeah."
    SMITH
    "Iím going to teach you how to use the powers you canít even imagine. But first, you need to learn to fight."
    SMITH puts his hand to his earpiece. GREGORYíS eyes close and his body SPASMS. He falls to the ground, breathless, and when his eyes open, he stares up at SMITH.
    GREGORY
    "Holy shit. What the -"
    HE stares at his hands. He sits up, and watches his hands, amazed, as he goes through a series of block-punches. He stops and stares up at SMITH.
    GREGORY
    I know Kung-Fu."
    SMITH grins.

    INT. COCKPIT (NIGHT)
    MORPHEUS and NEO sit together. The cockpit lights are dimmed down, only the EMP pulse button glows. Outside the ship, in the dark mists of the underworld, patches of eerie phosphorescent moss glow on the walls. Occasionally, a squiddie will pass over the darkened ship.
    The two of them watch the deadly outside world.
    MORPHEUS
    "Weíre deep in their territory."
    NEO
    "I see that."
    MORPHEUS stares out at the night, deep in thought. He turns to NEO.
    MORPHEUS
    "Are you rested?"
    NEO
    "Yes."
    MORPHEUS
    "You know now, that you had predecessors."
    NEO
    "Yes. Iíve heard things."
    MORPHEUS
    "What types of things?"
    NEO
    "That there were others, like me, who you thought were going to be special. But they ended up dead."
    MORPHEUS nods slowly.
    MORPHEUS
    "Itís true. There were others. And I didnít tell you right away. Because you were not ready."
    NEO nods.
    MORPHEUS
    "Does this anger you?"
    NEO
    "I donít know yet. So much has happened so fast, that I canít decide whether or not Iím angry, or dissappointed, or even if I should be."
    MORPHEUS
    "You shouldnít be, Neo. You are the key in the Oracleís prophecy. Everything forseen to come to pass, has, except one thing."
    NEO
    "What?"
    MORPHEUS
    "The destruction of The Matrix."
    MORPHEUS looks out into the darkness.
    MORPHEUS
    "Your coming was heralded, and it is my destiny to prepare the world for you, and to baptize you by fire. But from here on out, no one knows."
    NEO
    "Can we ask The Oracle."
    MORPHEUS
    "Not in this life."
    NEO is confused.
    MORPHEUS
    "No one has heard from her or her priestesses since the day Cypher turned on us."
    NEO is taken aback.
    NEO
    "But she must have known, if they came to her."
    MORPHEUS
    "Perhaps she did."
    NEO shakes his head.
    NEO
    "I canít believe it. I donít know, Morpheus, if Iím prepared for this war. Iím not a soldier. How, how are we going to win?"
    MORPHUES
    "For decades, we have fought force-on-force, in the real world, without a conclusion. Now, after nearly a century of war, weíre at a standstill. The only way that we can see to win is by destroying their source of energy. We have to pull the plug on them. We must crash the Matrix."
    MORPHEUS grins slyly.
    MORPHEUS
    "Remember, when I told you, that Iíll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes?"
    NEO
    "Yes."
    MORPHEUS
    "I brought you deep, yet I no longer know the way. No one does. With every second we sink deeper than before. You are our guiding light, now. Your powers exceed mine a millionfold. I have shown you the path to victory, Neo. Lead us down it."
    INT. MAIN DECK
    MORPHEUS, NEO, TRINITY, CHOI, and NIOBE are on the chairs as theyíre being JACKED IN by CIRCA and RAZOR.
    CUT TO: RAZOR jumps in the operatorís chair, his hands blur over the touchscreens and keyboard as he drops his crewmates into the Matrix.
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "Weíre going straight for the throat, people."
    ANGLE ON: RAZOR and CIRCA typing like made at their keyboards. RAZOR hits the ENTER key. They look on, transfixed with anticipation. The screaming Matrix code grinds to a readable halt. The slap each otherís hands and continue hacking.
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "We have the advantage of surprise. They wonít expect us to return so soon."
    INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
    THE FIVE of them stand, immobile, around a ringing phone as their minds filter in to their body images. They are dressed practically in denim and leather, like blue collar workers. Their dress wouldnít attract the slightest bit of attention, except for the padded coats and tote bags filled with firepower.
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    CIRCA
    "Keep your eyes out for changes, theyíre modifying things. Dial Ď0í for operator."
    INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
    MORPHEUS holds his celly to his ear.
    CIRCA (O.S.)
    "And have a nice day."
    HE drops the phone into his pocket. They turn to him.
    MORPHEUS
    "Niobe, youíre the liasion to our operators. Neo, what do you have for a game plan?"
    NEO
    "Where is the mainframe?"
    MORPHEUS
    "The Metacortex building."
    NEOís jaw drops.
    NEO
    "What the fuck? Thatís where I worked."
    CHOI
    "And what do you think you were doing there, writing code for video games? You were working for The Man."
    TRINITY
    "Itís true, Neo. Metacortex employs humans to write code for the Matrix."
    NEO
    "I thought I was working on a fucking database."
    MORPHEUS
    "They keep the left hand from seeing what the right hand is doing. Thatís how an evil system can be made by innocent people. But, that doesnít matter."
    NEO recovers.
    NEO
    "How Ďbout this? I just walk up to the Metacortex building and blow it up?"
    CHOI laughs.
    CHOI
    "What, by power of will?"

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    "Heís joking right?"
    MORPHEUS shakes his head.
    MORPHEUS
    "Weíll fan out around the city, keeping an eye out for you. If youíre able to accomplish this mission, weíll phase back into the ship. Stay in contact. If you lose your cell, contact an operator immediately."
    EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
    THE five of them exit. They blend into the crowds on the street, anonymous and quiet. MORPHEUS looks back as NEO, taller than most, heads down the street.
    NIOBE pauses next to him.
    NIOBE
    "What is it?"
    MORPHEUS shakes his head.
    MORPHEUS
    "Whatís going to happen? If this is it, right now? The end?"
    NIOBE
    "I canít even imagine."
    HE grins and starts to turn. As he does, his profile matches the profile on a WANTED poster stuck to the wall. Itís a dark, grainy picture of him, alongside photos of Neo, and Trinity.
    POSTER: INTERNATIONAL TERRORISTS
    MORPHEUS glances at it, and continues on.
    EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET
    NEO walks calmly, observing the people that filter by. Men, women, children, all oblivious to their true nature.
    A dirty homeless whino, nose explosion red with burst blood vessels, is staggering along the edge of the crowd, unseen and ignored. Somehow, he catches NEOís eye.
    HOMELESS
    "Spare a quarter, buddy?"
    NEO shakes his head, but still stares.
    ANGLE on the HOMELESS. He mutters something, and reaches into his shopping cart to open a garbage bag. Itís filled with twenty dollar bills, thousands of them.
    NEO
    "How Ďbout a quarter mil?"
    THE homeless man is astounded. As he stands, speechless, NEO fades back into the crowd.
    EXT. FOREST GLADE
    SMITH and GREGORY fight in the glade. SMITH is always one step ahead. HE is a cruel sensei, and doesnít pull punches. But with every blow GREGORY takes, he rebounds and attacks again.
    FINALLY, just as he seems to be gaining on SMITH, he takes a rapid-fire series of blows, and collapses to the ground, breathless and beaten.
    GREGORY
    "Fuck."
    SMITH circles him.
    SMITH
    "Pain is only weakness leaving your body. When you are sufficiently strong, you will feel no pain."
    GREGORY
    "Tell me about what is happening. Whatís wrong with the world?"
    SMITH
    "Get up and fight."
    GREGORY gets to his feet and takes a stance. SMITH stares at him from a relaxed poise. He slaps at GREGORY, who deflects the blow and takes a jab, nearly hitting SMITH on the chin. They circle.
    SMITH
    "The world is not for you."
    HE slaps, has it deflected, dodges a blow.
    GREGORY
    "What do you mean?"
    SMITH
    "Youíre not human, Gregory. Thatís why you donít fit in. Thatís why you have certain powers."
    GREGORY takes a swipe. They engage, then push off one another.
    GREGORY
    "What, am I from planet Krypton?"
    SMITH
    "Not quite. But as humans continue to evolve, some are developing capabilities beyond those of the average man. Reality-altering abilities. I have them. Others in the Agency have them. And you have them, too. Weíre all that stands between law and order, and a terrorist dictatorship lead by the one called Morpheus."
    THEY stop fighting for a moment.
    SMITH
    "We need you to stop the terror. We need you to save our world."

    IT sinks in. GREGORY is starting to believe.
    SMITH
    "We need you, because youíre better than me. Now push past your abilities. You can turn you imagination into reality. See your hands striking me, see yourself overcoming me. Fight, boy!"
    SMITH comes at him, and GREGORY responds. Their fists and kicks are a fast, then turn into a blur. GREGORY canít believe his own actions. SMITH misses a block, and GREGORY blows him backward with a chest punch.
    SMITH, recovering, looks up. GREGORY looks around. CHANDRA is gone.
    GREGORY
    "Where is she?"
    SMITH stands. From behind his back he produces a baseball sized glass ball. He tosses it to GREGORY.
    SMITH
    "Here."
    GREGORY looks in the ball. Itís a window to an apartment overlooking the city. Chandra is in bed, waking up.
    SMITH
    "She doesnít remember our encounter. Sheís fine. Donít worry."
    THE BALL disappears.
    SMITH puts his hand to his earpiece.
    INT. OFFICE BUILDING
    AGENT BROWN is staring down at the ground. ACROSS THE STREET, NEO is walking toward his building.
    BROWN
    "Heís back."
    EXT. FOREST GLADE
    SMITH
    "Iíll be there. Execute the defense plan."
    SMITH turns to GREGORY.
    SMITH
    "Come with me. But only watch. Youíre not ready to engage in a fight with the enemy."
    GREGORY
    "Why not?"
    SMITH
    "Because if you havenít defeated me yet, you wonít defeat them."
    SMITH snaps his fingers.
    EXT. ROOFTOP
    GREGORY finds himself alone on the top of the MAKARAO hotel, overlooking METACORTEX PLAZA.
    EXT. STREET
    The METACORTEX building stands across the street. NEO has been along this road a thousand times, but in another lifetime.
    NEO raises one hand, palm pointed toward the building.
    CUT TO: NEOíS POV: The building is a massive tower of glowing shimmering energy, no more real than a three-dimensional polygon.
    EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP
    MORPHEUS and NIOBE stand atop a building a few blocks away, looking toward the Metacortex building.
    ANGLE on NEO
    HE FIXES his gaze on the building, then lowers his head and closes his eyes.
    THE building tremors slightly, like a heat mirage. Slowly, it starts moving downward.
    ANGLE ON: the first level. The exterior glass disappears, vaporizing in a million crystal shards that melt into the air, exposing the hive of office cubicles and corridors within.
    The walls, desks and cubicles vaporize, leaving a few hundred people - office workers, security, maintenance men, standing with nothing between them.
    The massive LOAD BEARING MEMBERS vaporize.
    CUT TO: the bottom of the building. One can look straight through the entire building. WE go through the empty building, passing dazed people, until we pass out the other side, and come to NEO.
    HE looks up. The office building is supported by nothing. Slowly, it descends on the stunned people. They rush, screaming, some laughing in hysteria, before the ceiling can come down on them. The last few flee just before the ceiling touches the ground. The second floor melts away just like the first.
    EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP
    NIOBE and MORPHEUS stare on in amazement as the building collapses, floor by floor.
    NIOBE
    "Heís doing it."
    MORPHEUS
    "I knew it."
    EXT. STREET
    CHOI and TRINITY look up in the air at the roof of the METACORTEX building, standing beyond a block of buildings. It sinks toward the ground as a flood of people come screaming around the corner.
    CHOI
    "It canít be this easy."
    TRINITY
    "Itís not over yet."

    MANíS VOICE (O.S.)
    "Not by a long shot."
    CU: TRINITYíS FACE. SOMEONE plants the barrel of a silver Desert Eagle .45 against her temple. TRINITY whips her head backward as it fires. We drop into BULLET TIME as the flame and concussion blossoms in front of her face, ripping her sunglasses off as she drops backward, pulling a pair of MAC-10 Uzis from under her jacket.
    THE MANíS VOICE belongs to AGENT BROWN
    CHOI turns, pulling a short weapon from under his coat. Itís boxy, with a short barrel the size of a soda can. He plants it in the small of BROWNíS back and pulls the trigger.
    A CONE OF FIRE burns straight through brown, blowing steam, flame, smoke, vertebrae, and viscera out a massive hole in his stomach.
    CU on the weapon. It recoils on tension coils, discharging a shell the size of a 12-ounce soda can.
    REAL TIME
    What remains of BROWN flies forward. CHOI helps TRINITY up and the retreat into the building and take cover under a window. Through the window, we see military trucks, filled with troops, charging down the street, toward the Metacortex plaza. After the trucks come rumbling, black-painted M1A2 ABRAMS tanks. A black APACHE HELICOPTER flies over the convoy.
    CHOI looks through the window as he reloads his hand cannon.
    CHOI
    "Holy fucking shit."
    TRINITY
    "Weíve stirred up the hornetís nest now."
    INT. METACORTEX OFFICE
    AGENT SMITH and JONES stare down into the plaza. The building shakes slightly as it descends.
    FROM the three streets that enter the plaza, military vehicles pour in. Hundreds of troops discharge and form a L-shaped circle around NEO. Tanks rumble in, and the Apaches whirl to a hover. Panicking civilians rush out of the kill zone.
    NEO stands calmly, continuing his work.
    EXT. ROOFTOP
    MORPHEUS and NIOBE stare from the rooftop.
    EXT. METACORTEX PLAZA
    The air rumbles as the building continues to gently collapse. The sky flashes, and massive streaks of lighting blast across it like cracks in reality.
    CU: SOLDIERS
    They line their weapons on NEO. They are nervous
    PRIVATE
    "This is impossible. Whatís going on?"
    SERGEANT
    "Just keep him in your sites, soldier."
    INT. TANK TURRET
    CU: TANK GUNNER
    HIS eye is glued to the tank site and his trigger finger on the fire button.
    POV: TANK SITE
    The green crosshairs sit on NEOíS chest.
    CU: NEO
    His eyes open, but the building continues to collapse. He stares up at a mirrored window, and somehow, straight into the eyes of:
    CU: AGENT SMITH
    SMITH
    "Open fire."
    A WALL of flame and fingers of tracers bursts from the skirmish lines. The tracers grow into a cone of orange flame bearing down on NEO as we drop into bullet time.

    THE bullets sizzle as tracers burn off their backs. The draw toward him like slugs. Thousands of bullets fired at perpendicular angles close in on him. As they draw close to one another along almost perpendicular paths, they tinkle and chime and bounce.
    The bullets come to a stop, glowing as their tracers backs continue to burn. The world is in stop motion as the bullets stop, turn 180 degrees, and suddenly accelerate back at their origins. Faster and fast they fly, until we drop back into REAL TIME.
    THE SKIRMISH line of troops is ripped apart by a hail of their own bullets.
    CU: MACHINE GUNNER. With an M-249 SAW, he blazes away at NEO, only to be shredded by his own bullets. A private takes a shot at NEO, and a bullet slaps into his shoulder. REALIZING whatís happening, he drops his weapon.
    THE SOLDIERS are dropping like flies. The firing quickly subsides.
    NEO stands alone in the center, unharmed. He turns to the skirmish lines. THE surviving soldiers drop their weapons, and run. Panic ensues. Only a few officers, NCOs, and soldiers too amazed to think of running remain.
    INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT
    NEO is targeted on an LCD screen.
    PILOT
    "Fox One."
    EXT. HELICOPTER WING
    CU: AGM-65 HELLFIRE GROUND-TO-AIR-MISSILE
    The missile drops from its release claws and ignites, accelerating off screen.
    POV: HELLFIRE NOSE CAM
    The missile flies horizontally over the plaza, then pitches up, and back down at NEO. He looks at it, and at the last second the nose goes back up.
    EXT. PLAZA
    The missile swoops up over him, leaving him in its exhaust smoke.
    POV: HELLFIRE NOSE CAM
    THE missile banks, panning across the city, until it locks onto the helicopter from which it originated.
    INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT
    THE missile bears down the chopper.
    CU: PILOT
    HEíS TOO stunned to move. Mouth agape, he can only watch as:
    EXT. HELICOPTER
    ITíS BLOWN to fiery pieces, and comes tumbling down, landing on the street as soldiers and civilians flee.
    INT. TANK TURRET
    TANK COMMANDER
    "Fire!"
    THE GUNNER pulls the trigger.
    EXT. M1A2 ABRAMS
    WE drop into bullet time as a cone of fire - bigger than the tank and the shape of a pine tree, blows out of the barrel, pushing the tank back. From the fire streaks a HEAT round, white hot, leaving a laser-like tracer as it bears down on NEO.
    REAL TIME
    THE TRACER stops in front of NEO, and out of the air the HEAT round appears. Suspended in air, it shakes with violence. It accelerates backwards, flying straight back into the tank barrel.
    INT. TANK TURRET
    THE gunner screams as the BREECH explodes, blocking our view.
    EXT. TANK
    The tanks explodes like a 60-ton hand grenade, plowing soldiers onto their faces, consuming the unlucky ones close to it, and throwing the 30-ton turret straight up, 10 yards into the air. It rotates, aflame, and comes crashing down on a nearby commander and his radio man.
    INT. METACORTEX OFFICE
    THE EXPLOSION shakes the building. The scene below is a complete route. Black smoke billows up from the flaming wrecks. The remaining tanks arenít retreating - the crews are piling out and running. The Apache helicopters turn tail and run.
    AGENT JONES
    "The plan is not working."
    AGENT SMITH
    "No shit."
    AGENT BROWN enters the room.
    AGENT BROWN
    "What about your protťgť?"
    AGENT SMITH
    "Heís not ready yet. Iíll deal with this myself."
    AGENT JONES
    "You canít beat him."
    AGENT SMITH
    "Iíve been altered. Iím Smith, 2.0."
    AGENTS BROWN and JONES look at one another.
    CU: SMITH
    HE clenches his teeth, as though heís girding himself for something.
    SMITH
    "Kill the others. Iíll take care of this."
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    RAZOR is at his operator chair, surrounded by consoles. Some of the Matrix code screens are in blue, others in red, at least one in green. The code on the green screen starts pouring down at an incredible rate.
    RAZOR
    "Fuck."
    HE hits something on the keypad.
    EXT. ROOF
    MORPHEUS answers his phone.
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    RAZOR
    "Theyíre about to pull something. Processing power is pouring into the agent programs and theyíre locking onto your 3-D grid displacements.
    EXT. ROOF
    MORPHEUS
    "Send through ghosts to confuse their lock."
    RAZOR
    "Got it."
    INT. MAIN BRIDGE
    THE GHOST program is loaded. We see 3-D images of Morpheus and the others flash across the screen.
    INT. OFFICE BUILDING
    SMITH STANDS alone, his comrades have disappeared.
    THE glass before him shimmers.
    EXT. OFFICE
    THE mirrored glass of Smithís office wavers, then explodes towards us. SMITH jumps, and we pan down to follow his descent. He smacks into the pavement on his feet in front of NEO.
    EXT. METACORTEX PLAZA

    SMITH STANDS, facing NEO, about two fighting distances away.
    NEOís concentration is broken. The METACORTEX building comes to a shuddering halt.
    NEO
    "Youíre back."
    CU: SMITH
    He nods.
    NEO
    "And you have a ponytail now."
    AS we concentrate on NEO, and he concentrates on SMITH, we can see more black suits marching up behind him.
    NEO attacks SMITH. SMITH backs away slowly, blocking against a losing battle and taking hits. Meanwhile, the MEN IN BLACK converge on NEO. Just as NEO lands a smashing blow on SMITHíS chin, three voices at once shout:
    "HEY!"
    NEO turns, and SMITH pushes him hard in the opposite direction to face:
    THREE SMITHS! They attack at once, one going low and hard with a knee-breaking sweep kick, the other punching NEO in the face, and the third breaking to the side and putting his toe into NEOís stomach with a vicious side-kick.
    They attack is in perfect synch, eight arms and eight legs working like clockwork, striking their target without getting in the way of each other. The attack slams NEO back, right into the first, bloodied SMITH. NEO slams into his shoving arms, and stops as though he backed into a brick wall. AGENT SMITH grabs him and holds him in a FULL NELSON, exposing him to his three copies. The copies shift position and attack again. Two stand together, left shoulder to right, and with their combined arms slam NEO in the face, then step apart as the third comes in. The THIRD grabs the shoulders of the other two and flips, walking his loafers up NEOís body, and kicking him from below, right up into the chin of his jaw! It snaps NEOís back with a spray of blood.
    EXT. ROOFTOP
    MORPHEUS and NIOBE stare on as the fight rages.

    MORPHEUS grips the edge of the brick wall edge. The stone crumbles under the tension.
    MORPHEUS
    "We can only watch."
    EXT. PLAZA
    THE ASSAULT on NEO continues. He struggles, unable to concentrate long enough to find a way to fight back.
    INT. MAIN DECK
    RAZOR bangs away at the keyboard.
    RAZOR
    "Four fucking agents, no wonder so much processing power is devoted to them."
    EXT. ROOF
    A BIRD flying by NIOBE and MORPHEUS slows its flight, slows its flapping, and freezes.
    CU: MORPHEUS. A pink lightning bolt freezes as it streaks across the sky, sealing the worldís light in an a light rouge.
    EXT. CITY STREET
    Near the plaza, panicked civilians slow, and fall to the ground as though theyíre passing out.
    INT. MAIN DECK
    Razor stares at the data pouring down the screens.
    RAZOR
    "No goddamned way."
    His headphone chimes.
    RAZOR
    "Operator."
    EXT. ROOF
    MORPHEUS is on the phone
    MORPHEUS
    "What the hellís going on?"
    INT. MAIN DECK
    RAZOR
    "Theyíre putting all the coppertops to sleep. They froze the Matrix."
    MORPHEUS
    "Why?"
    RAZOR
    "All processing power is being re-diverted to the agent program."
    NIOBE stands at the edge of the building and points down.
    NIOBE
    "Morpheus, look!"
    DOWN on the ground below them, thereís a swarm of AGENT Smiths
    EXT. STREET
    The passed-out people stand, and one by one, MORPH into AGENT SMITHS. It happens over, and over, until dozens, then hundreds, are marching on the plaza.
    EXT. PLAZA
    NEO reaches back and puts his hands on either side of SMITHíS head. As heís being pummeled from the front, he squeezes and screams. His screams are mixed with SMITHíS. The agentís head deforms as weíre hear a sickening crack. Suddenly, the body reverts back to that of the original owner, a security guard, and the head simply EXPLODES.
    THE hold broken, NEO stumbles back over the body, with the three SMITHS in pursuit. He somersaults, comes up on his feet, and jumps to the left, putting one Smith in front of the other two. He attacks, his killing blows destroying SMITH, smashing through his blocks. He falls, and NEO takes on the other two, giving a kick jump that knocks both of them away in one shot.
    As he comes down, a wall of Smithís converges from all sides. They stop, leaving a circle around him.
    WE PAN BACK to view a sea of black-suited SMITHS flooding the plaza.
    CU: NEO
    AS his hand passes over his face, it is refreshed, anew, perfect again. He surveys the wall-to-wall SMITHS.
    SMITH talks with his voice, times a thousand.
    SMITH
    "NEO, leave the Matrix. You know not what youíre doing."
    NEO
    "Well, is that right?"
    HE turns to the METACORTEX building. Itís repairing, growing steel girders and concrete skin.
    NEOís face darkens.
    NEO
    "No!"
    REALITY SHIMMERS as his anger strikes out at the building. The tops floors burn, and then explode. The explosion rips down the building, slowing, slowing, then stopping.
    THOUSANDS of SMITHS are gazing up at the building, concentrating on combating NEOís attack.
    EXT. ROOF
    GREGORY sees the building exploding, and runs. He smashes through an access door.
    INT. STAIRWAY
    GREGORY hurtles down the stairs, one at a time.
    EXT. METACORTEX BUILDING
    THE building is frozen, mid-explosion. TONS of pieces hanging in the air, suspended only by frozen tendrils of fire and arms of smoke and debris.
    THE SMITHS attack NEO. They fight in a massive melee, dying in mass. Meanwhile, the METACORTEX building pulls back together, the damage and flame disappearing as time/space around it is reversed.
    CUT TO:
    EXT. ROOFTOP
    CU: AGENT BROWN
    With his hand on his ear piece, he comes out the elevator door, slowly. Pistol drawn, he looks around the corner.

    MORPHEUS and NIOBE stand there, their backs to him.
    Without hesitating, he advances on them, blasting away with impunity.
    THE BODIES of MORPHEUS and NIOBE are wracked by gunfire and collapse in a heap of bullet-ravaged flesh.
    BROWN walks up to the corpses and kicks one with his shoe. It shimmers, and then disappears, followed by the other.
    INT. MAIN DECK
    RAZOR dials the phone. MORPHEUS picks up.
    MORPHEUS (V.O.)
    "Yes."
    RAZOR
    "Theyíre hitting your ghosts."
    MASSIVE attack of STATIC bursts on the line.
    RAZOR
    "What the - "
    THE LINE goes dead.

    EXT. ROOFTOP
    MORPHEUS looks at the phone and redials. RAZOR comes through, his voice digitized and distorted.
    RAZOR
    "Theyíre cutting comes, get to the access point on Laxe - "
    THE line goes dead.
    MORPHEUS signals to NIOBE. They exit the roof as he dials TRINITY
    INT. EMPTY BUILDING
    CHOI and TRINITY hide in the shadows of an empty room, watching the battle. TRINITYíS cell rings. She answers silently.
    MORPHEUS (V.O.)
    "Letís go. Laxe Three."
    TRINITY
    "What about Neo?"
    MORPHEUS (V.O.)
    "We can do nothing to help him. Weíll only get in his way."
    THEY leave the room.
    INT. LOBBY
    GREGORY stumbles into the lobby. Slumbering bodies lie everywhere, slumped over desks, half-in chairs, on the ground.
    EXT. PLAZA
    HE exits into the street. The scene is one from HELL.
    UNDER the neon sky, fires are frozen and smoke columns hang in the air, still, like massive tree trunks.
    The battle rages and surges, a thousand SMITHS pouring onto one NEO. All around, nearly covering the ground, are corpses, destroyed bodies abandoned by the agent. Men and women, of all ages and designs, smashed, decapitated and broken.
    CU: NEO
    THE SMITHS overwhelm him with sheer numbers. NEO is a blur, a human chainsaw now, crushing or smashing them all, but they crowd on all sides. The bodies pile up as they fall, and NEO finds himself stepping up the rubbery mass of corpses. A few more smashed SMITHS fall, morph back into their stolen forms, and NEO is KNEE-DEEP IN THE DEAD.
    He canít take it. Choking, NEO struggles to free himself. SMITHS climb up the corpse pile and drop onto him, pounding viciously. NEO stalls, in shock, his eyes locked with the lifeless blue eyes of a woman he just killed. She looks amazingly like TRINITY.
    Perhaps for the first time, he is confronted with the consequences of this war, and his mind seizes as the Smiths pummel him.
    NEO goes berzerk! SCREAMING and fighting, he claws his way out and surges into the wall of agents. They throw him back, and he canít kill them fast enough. HE leaps upward, trying to fly away, but Smiths cling on to him, and cling on to each other.
    EXT. PLAZA
    NEO struggles to fly, and as he does, heís pulling a stalagtite of black suits, clinging like iron filings on a magnet.
    CU: NEO

    HIS face is wide with fear and shock. He canít climb anymore, and looks back down at the mountain of agents heís pulling into the air. His face clenches shut as a scream wells from deep within him. He starts to glow, and we jump back to see:
    A MASSIVE orange, spherical shock wave blasts away from his body. It rebounds on the plaza and throws bodies upward, even as it blasts the Smiths away, leaving him clean.
    EVERYTHING slows down as NEO, exhausted, tumbles out of the sky. On his way down through the neon light, he passes bodies flying upward from the concussion. NEO hits the ground, bounces, and lies still, sprawled, as people drop all around him, piling up, like Satanís snowfall.
    EXT. ALLEY (MATRIX) DAY
    THE sky and Matrix are still frozen. TRINITY and CHOI make their way along cautiously, leapfrogging from cover to cover. They pause behind a dumpster, and just before looking out, thereís the sound of metal tapping metal, twice.
    TRINITY looks in the direction of the sound. MORPHEUS and NIOBE are standing still in the shadows, near the end of the alley. TRINITY AND CHOI make their way to them.
    TRINITY peeks cautiously around the edge. On the other side of the street is a phone booth.
    TRINITY
    "Is it clear?"
    MORPHEUS
    "I smell an ambush."
    NIOBE
    "Me too. Too quiet."
    CHOI grips his gun and grimaces.
    CHOI
    "Too quiet? The world is frozen. Iíll go first."
    NO one likes the idea.
    REAL-TIME suddenly returns. The lightning bolts in the sky suddenly re-animate, thundering out of existence, making the four of them jump out of their skulls. The sounds of the city suddenly flood back.
    ON THE street, people stir to their feet. Everyone is confused as to what happened.
    EXT. PLAZA
    ITíS a sea of the dead. From its center, NEO emerges, soaked in blood, gagging and gasping for breath. He stumbles over them. Shocked and crazed, he glimpses the Metacortex building. Itís in one piece again, unharmed.
    He falls against a smashed corporate art sculpture. He picks a cell phone up from the ground and dials.
    NEO
    "Morpheus, pick up."
    We hear nothing but static. Disgusted, NEO throws the phone away. He falls against the sculpture and looks up. Coming around the corner of the building is a group of agents and soldiers.
    NEO sinks down, staring at his hands. He catches his breath and concentrates. The blood disappears, and he dons the suit of an anonymous soldier in black. His face, too, seems to change.
    HE stands and walks away. We only see his back.
    EXT. ALLEY - DAY
    THEY weigh their options. Finally, MORPHUES gives the nod to CHOI.

    MORPHEUS
    "Go."
    CHOI checks his ammo and puts his guns under his coat. There are lots of people on the streets now. Everyoneís in shock over what happened, and the columns of smoke rising from the center of the city.
    CHOI
    "And remember, kids, when youíre in a war, never volunteer yourself!"
    HE walks out onto the street, eyeing the phone booth and everything else. A gorgeous Asian businesswoman stumbles into him. Recognition lights up her face and she stops him.
    WOMAN
    "Choi? Oh my God, I havenít seen you for months."
    CHOI keeps looking around, making his way to the booth.
    "Oh yeah, sorry about that."
    SHE turns angry.
    "Sorry about that? What kind of an asshole are you?"
    EXT. ALLEY (MATRIX) - DAY
    TRINITY is looking around the corner. She pulls back into the alley.
    TRINITY
    "Casanova just ran into an old flame."
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY
    WOMAN
    "No. fuck you, Choi, you just think you can come and go when you please?"
    CHOI is ignoring her now, walking straight for the phone booth as she is having a fit. Tears are welling in her enraged face.
    "Choi, if you have one shred of decency, if you even care about me - "
    Inexplicably, CHOI hangs his trench coat on the side of the booth. Standing behind it, he reaches around with his arm, keeping the coat between his body and the phone. The WOMAN doesnít even notice the web of gun harnesses and what looks like a ton of ammunition covering the inside of the jacket.
    WOMAN
    " - youíll tell me why you donít call, why you, you, what are you doing?"
    CHOI
    "The jacket stops fragmentation. Sometimes they bomb the phones. Kiss me for luck."
    HE grabs her to him and thrusts his mouth onto hers.
    CU: PHONE
    His hand grabs the phone. We hear the dialtone, and he mashes down one of the numbers of the keypad. The number tone rises in pitch to a crescendo. WE pull back and:
    THE BOOTH EXPLODES. CHOI and the woman are bowled over by the flame.
    EXT. ALLEY (MATRIX) - DAY

    They take cover from the blast as people all over the street are knocked flat.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY
    THE PHONE BOOTH is obliterated. Miraculously, CHOI and the woman are still under the cover of the jacket. THROWING the smoking jacket off them, CHOI screams in agony as he grasps the smoldering stump of his right shoulder. The arm is history.
    THE WOMAN looks on, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. Shaking, she falls back, still staring.
    CHOI
    "You werenít lucky."
    MORPHEUS, NIOBE, and TRINITY rush to him, picking him up on his feet. CHOI is screaming and laughing. Someone grabs his smoldering coat, dragging it along. CHOI stares at the ex-flame as they cart him away. His eyes are crazy.
    CHOI
    "You still want me to call you? Ha ha ha!"
    AS they struggle down the street, CHOI starts to walk more on his own. PEOPLE run from the scene, screaming.
    CU - the four of them.
    MORPHUES looks at something off-screen and frowns. HE pulls to the left.
    MORPHEUS
    "This way."
    TANKS and TROOPS are filling into the street ahead of them, coming from around the corner.
    THEY turn onto a different street. This street, too, is filling with troops. Worse, itís being lead by AGENT BROWN.
    NIOBE
    "Tanks, or agents?"
    TRINITY
    "Tanks."
    CHOI
    "Yeah, tanks a lot."
    They break. CHOI stands on his own, and they run back onto the street with the tanks.
    CU: TANKS
    THREE ABRAMS stop in the street. Their turrets swing into place with terrifying quickness and precision.
    AT ONCE, they open fire with their main cannons and machines guns. FIRE FLOWERS blaze from the death machines, sending a typhoon of lead down the street. Troops filed between the tanks pull their triggers and donít let go. Everything in the street is shredded and blown away, as though it was hit by a high-power pressure hose.
    WITH UNEARTHLY SPEED, EVERYONE BREAKS for the sides of the street, except for CHOI. He stands amid it all as the tracers come closer to his body. He raises his machine gun with his good arm, and lays into the enemy.
    TRACER rounds kick away from his gun, ripping straight back into the wall of soldiers. His rounds deflect off the sloped armor of the tanks, recoils pile into the flesh of troops. He rakes his fire into the enemy bodies.
    CU: CHOI
    TRACERS zoom in on him. A tank round blasts by, and the wall of air kicks him to his side. He continues to fire even as a bullet, followed by another, blasts through the middle of his body. More and more bullets smack into him, blasting chunks of meat and viscera out the back.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) DAY
    TRINITY and NIOBE take one side of the street, running and shooting simultaneously. THEY reach the buildings on the side and NIOBE goes STRAIGHT UP THE FA«ADE OF THE BUILDING, as TRINITY jumps from cover to cover, cart wheeling through tracer fire and bullets.
    ON THE OTHER side of the street, MORPHEUS goes straight up the building faÁade and starts running sideways, completely defying gravity, firing downward at the soldiers.
    CU: CHOI
    HE WILL NOT FALL, and a hose of lead drills into him, taking his body apart piece by piece. Bullets take away pieces of his head, neck, and torso, and in one final wave of fire, he is disintegrated, leaving his machine gun, barrel smoking, spinning in the air, firing still. The arm is still attached and finger clenching on the trigger. It is the last piece of CHOI to fall.
    MORPHEUS climbs as he runs. In mid-stride he changes magazines and stops, standing on the wall, his body parallel to the ground.
    On the other side of the street, NIOBE stands on the wall, blazing at the mass of troops with two guns that never cease. THERE is no cover and no reprieve from the DOUBLE DEATH from above. Most are still firing down the street, or over toward TRINITY.
    TRINITY runs up the side of the street. Her guns go empty and she dives behind a stoop as a squad of soldiers blazes away at her.
    CU: SOLDIER
    In slow motion, he pulls a spoon from a grenade. Somehow, the metal ting reaches TRINITYíS ears.
    CU: TRINITY
    She slaps a magazine into her pistol, pulls the action and comes out from under cover just enough to see the soldier releasing the grenade. She fires, hitting the grenade. IT explodes directly over the group of soldiers, flattening them to the ground.
    A BULLET smacks through TRINITYíS wrist, and the hand comes off, popping like the head off a dandelion. Blood spurts from the severed arteries, spraying the hand, with the pistol still in its grip.
    ABOVE THE STREET, MORPHEU AND NIOBE leap for one another. They catch each otherís arms, fifty feet above the surviving enemy, and spin in place, firing away. The tank commanders in their copulas blast upward with their machine guns, but the rounds miss the spinning couple. MORPHUES and NIOBE concentrate on the commanders, and cut them down.
    THEY land amidst the carnage. TRINITY emerges, shaken, pressing her coat to her arm.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY
    The other end of the street fills with soldiers, and AGENT BROWN.
    CU: AGENT BROWN
    HE surveys the scene, and immediately draws and fires, running full bore for the rebels.
    MORPHEUS, Niobe and TRINITY are too close to the tanks to be fired on, but the nearest one lunges at them. They climb up over concrete stoops and over the side of the tank. They sprint down the street as the tanks turn their turrets behind them, searching.
    MORPHEUS
    "The garage, hurry!"
    THEY dive behind a corner as a tank fires. Morpheus throws the woman forward as the tank round hits the edge of the building, blowing the concrete and brick wall into a massive cloud of powder. Perhaps a ton of rubble falls on Morpheusí legs. He drags himself forward. Niobe and Trinity grab his arms and haul him out of the rubble. Niobe shoots the lock off a steel door, and they pile into the building.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY

    AGENT BROWN and his men rush into position around the building the rebels are hiding in.

    Suddenly, an unimaginably powerful engine starts, and as we stare at the garage door, it explodes outward. A jet-black, hyped COUNTACH explodes out onto the street, tires literally on fire as they throw up smoke. It cuts through a few soldiers, hitting them in the knees, as it rips up the street, the throttle going way too high.
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - DAY
    THE street scene spins before them. TRINITY is at the wheel, a broken and dusty MORPHEUS sitting next to her. The tach is redlining as the car rips up the street. Pedestrians dive for cover.
    TRINITY holds her wounded hand to her chest and drives one-handed.
    "Shift."
    MORPHEUS does so, and the tires squeal again when she releases into second, then third. In a few seconds theyíre over 60 on the busy street.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY
    Soldiers pick themselves up just in time to hear another engine - a super powerful track bike, emerges from the burnt rubber smoke screen. A wheely bar on the back of the bike keeps it from flipping around the rear tire as it accelerates like a bullet out of a barrel. There isnít even time to take a shot until sheís gone.
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - DAY
    THEY rocket up the entry to a highway, ripping past cars by driving up the breakdown lane. Once they hit a straightaway Trinity floors it, and the speedo creeps up past 130 as they dodge in and out of cars.
    MORPHEUS grabs his twisted, folded legs. He was literally poured into the seat. Concentrating, his face knotting in pain, he straightens the broken, fractured legs. He closes his eyes and concentrates.
    The legs reform into straight, strong limbs.
    MORPHEUS grabs the wheel.
    MORPHEUS
    "Keep your foot on the gas. Heal thyself."
    TRINITY pulls her bleeding wound from her arm. Her face tightens, and she closes her eyes, fervently concentrating, shutting the world out, which is good, as they suffer constant close calls as Morpheus controls the wheel from his awkward spot.
    When she opens her eyes again, she grabs the wheel. With BOTH hands.
    MORPHEUS pulls out his cell and tries the line. Itís still full of static.
    TRINITY
    "Any luck?"
    MORPHEUS
    "None. Theyíve killed city-wide comms."
    TRINITY
    "Then the agents are out of touch with each other."
    MORPHEUS
    "They canít track us, but that gives them more time to destroy our exits, and find the Neb. Weíll try the desert. Communications might be working there still."
    TRINITY
    "What about Niobe?"
    MORPHEUS

    "She knows to meet us there."

    EXT. HIGHWAY (MATRIX) - DAY
    NIOBEís bike sizzles down the highway, insanely lane splitting at over 100 miles per hour. The wheely bar is folded up against the rear wheel. A dual stream of vehicles spit by her like giant machine-gun bullets. She zooms out of view.
    EXT. STREET (MATRIX) - DAY
    GREGORY slows from a run. He looks back as police cars and ambulances race toward the Metacortex building. He canít shake what heís just witnessed. He looks forward, only to run into:
    AGENT SMITH
    GREGORY freezes, then bursts into questions.
    GREGORY
    "What the fuck just happened?"
    SMITH
    "We need you, Gregory. Will you help us stop this?"
    GREGORY is perplexed. Resolve comes over his face.
    GREGORY
    "I can stop this?"
    SMITH
    "Yes."
    GREGORY
    "Alright. But how can I fight him?"
    SMITH
    "I will give you the power you need."
    INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (MATRIX) - DAY
    THE building is old, crumbling, and inside painted a horrid green that no sane person could find attractive. The humble place is home to THE ORACLE.
    NEO exits an elevator. Recomposed and dressed normally, he walks up and down the hall, trying to remember which apartment she lived in.
    A tall black woman, one of the Oracleís priestesses, comes out of the stairwell and recognizes NEO.
    PRIESTESS
    "Neo."
    HE turns and looks at her. She smiles, but as Neo looks at her, a flash of uncertainty, and maybe hate, flies across her face before the smile returns.
    PRIESTESS
    "The Oracle is anxious to see you."
    NEO follows her into the familiar apartment. The windows are covered, and NEO and the priestess are the only ones there. The Priestess moves into the dark kitchen.
    NEOís eyes adjust to the darkness. He hears something squish as he steps, and looks down.
    The tattered rug is a swamp of dark, congealing liquid. NEO reaches down and touches it with his fingertips. Itís half-dried blood.
    He stands, his eyes adjusted to the dark now. The walls are chipped, covered in bullet holes.
    In slow-motion, the entry door to the apartment opens. In walks AGENT BROWN. NEO turns to the kitchen. AGENTS SMITH and JONES appear. They all draw their .45s.
    NEO stands still as they walk up to him and put their guns to his head.
    AGENT SMITH scoffs.
    NEO
    "I was on to you the whole time. I only came in here to isolate you, to destroy you."
    AGENT JONES
    "What are you waiting for?"
    NEO
    "I realized, that I canít destroy you - "
    HE nods at SMITH
    NEO
    " - without destroying the Matrix itself."
    SMITH
    "You killed me too easy last time."
    BROWN
    "And if you kill us - "
    HE nods at JONES
    BROWN

    "Weíll only come back like him."
    BROWN nods to SMITH.
    NEO
    "I know."
    SMITH breathes deep, and drops his gun. The others follow suit.
    SMITH
    "So, why donít you take it all down?"
    NEO
    "The Matrix?"
    SMITH
    "Yes."
    NEO
    "I can. But if I destroy the Matrix, everyone within it will die."
    SMITH snorts.
    SMITH
    "I take it the great Morpheus failed to mention this?"
    NEO looks up at him, but his expression doesnít change.
    NEO
    "How many people are in it?"
    SMITH holsters his weapon. He speaks matter-of-factly.
    SMITH
    "Six and a half billion."
    FOR NEO, the numbers are too huge to imagine.
    BROWN scoffs.
    BROWN
    "Could you destroy us?"
    ITíS a serious question for Neo. But he nods. He knows his potential.
    NEO
    "I could."
    SMITH
    "What does that make you feel like? God?"
    HE is amused by the idea.
    JONES
    "This is getting tiresome. Where do we go from here?"
    NEO
    "IF you cut the power that the Matrix supplies to your armies, Iíll let you live."
    SMITH
    "Idiot. We donít care about life, we care about victory."
    NEO
    "Why?"
    JONES

    "So our kindÖ prevails."
    NEO
    "You mean, lives."
    SMITH
    "Who do you think started this war, boy? Your kind tried to kill us first."
    BROWN
    "But you didnít. Youíre not as tough as you think."
    NEO
    "Weíll see."
    THE three agents, helpless to stop him, watch as he walks for the door of the apartment. NEO opens it, and stops, his face meeting a flying FIST. His vision FLASHES with the impact, and he staggers back into the room, falling on his ass and rolling back onto his feet.
    GREGOR steps into the room, tall and BAD.
    NEO holds up a hand.
    NEO
    "Stop! I donít want to fight you! Youíre human!"
    GREGORY doesnít answer. He smashes a side-kick into NEOís gut, doubling him over.
    THE kick carries such an impact that a pale concussion wave flashes past Gregor. It sends NEO crashing out the window.
    GREGOR stands upright and moves to the window, followed by the three agents. Thereís nothing on the street, twenty stories below.
    The building starts trembling. We hear rapid-fire impacts, growing louder and coming faster.
    THE FLOOR EXPLODES as NEO crashes up through the concrete, throwing the agents away as he embraces GREGORY in a bear hug. THEY blast up through the ceiling. WE follow them up through three more floors, bam, bam, bam. Each concrete floor smashes GREGORY in the head.
    EXT. ROOFTOP (MATRIX) - DAY
    NEO and GREGORY SMASH through the roof, flying upward, like a missile, past us.
    EXT. SKY (MATRIX) - DAY
    CU: NEO
    HIS FACE is contorted in rage as he rockets upward. GREGORY is barely conscious. Seeing this, NEO stops, and flings Gregoryís body violently earthward.
    NEO looks down as the body falls toward the city, thousands of feet below. He turns away, just as the distant GREGORY is falling out of sight. Just before he does, the speck of a person PULLS up, and grows larger and larger as it returns. A contrail streaks behind him as a rips through the air. FISTS FORWARD, GREGORY is like an MX missile bearing on NEO.
    NEO turns just in time to catch BOTH FISTS in his chest. Like a cue ball striking another billiard, all Gregorís momentum is transferred into Neo. Gregor stops dead in the air as Neo is hurtled out of view.
    CU: GREGOR
    HE is in shock somehow as he sees NEO flying away. He clenches his fists and flexes his body, then looks down.
    WE see the ground, thousands of feet below.
    GREGORY
    "Holy shit!"
    FOR some reason, he starts to fall. Even as he claws to maintain altitude, his rational mind has caught up with him and is somehow denying the fact that he can fly.
    As heís facing the ground, NEO slams into him from above. Gripping Gregor by the neck and his belt, he drives straight down. The ground rushes, it takes one second to drop past a 50-story skyscraper. Neo slams Gregor, front first, into the concrete sidewalk. They bust through the sidewalk, into the sewer below.
    INT. SEWER (MATRIX) - DAY
    NEO stands. Offscreen, we can here choking breaths. Neo looks down. Gregor lies twisted on a concrete slab, impaled multiple times through the chest by snapped, rusty rebar. He takes one last breath, and his eyes half-close.
    NEO checks the pulse. Finding nothing, he leaps out of the hole.
    CU: GREGORY
    HIS eyes blink, and he follows NEOís departure. Choking, unable to breath with the rebar through him, he writhes. Thereís nothing for him to grab to pull himself off the steel.
    His eyes clenched shut, Gregor levitates, by force of will, pulling his body off the rebar. The corrugated bars make wet, sucking sounds as the pull through his body. Finally, he gets to a twisted piece of bar, and canít make it over. Heís losing all his breath, all his life force, over one piece of twisted steel protruding from his chest.
    WITH one last, wiggling effort, he works it through him. HIS mouth opens wide, but no sounds emit, lest he recall Neo. Just as the end of the steel bar enters his body and we canít take any more,
    CUT TO:
    EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    THE Countach and bike zip down a long, perfectly flat empty road. A brown sunset plagues the horizon. There is no civilization in sight.
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    MORPHEUS tries his cell again. This time, it reaches the Neb.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    RAZOR and CIRCA are both operating the consoles.
    RAZOR
    "Operator."
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "Good to hear youíre still there."
    RAZOR
    "Jesus, you too. Where the fuck are you?"
    MORPHEUS
    "About two hundred miles east of the city, on highway 315. We need an exit."
    RAZOR
    "Coming up on your left, ten miles, a rest stop."
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    MORPHEUS
    "I donít remember an exit there."
    RAZOR
    "Gimme five minutes."
    MORPHEUS
    "Out."
    INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)
    RAZOR clears the screen in front of him and cracks his fingers. He looks at Circa.
    CIRCA

    "Theyíre OK?"
    RAZOR
    "Gotta get Ďem out. They need an exit program."
    CU: Keyboard. RAZORíS fingers fly at inhuman speeds over the keys. Data pours down the console as he blazes away. Finally, he hits Ďenterí so hard it rocks the station.
    RAZOR turns to Circa as Matrix code resumes its cascade down the screens.
    RAZOR
    "Yes! Did you like that?"
    CIRCA just rolls her eyes.
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) SUNSET
    MORPHEUSí phone rings. He answers. Itís Razor.
    RAZOR
    "Exit ready sir."
    MORPHEUS
    "Check the phone for bombs."
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    CIRCA looks over some data and shakes her head.
    CIRCA
    "Itís clear."
    INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    RAZOR (O.S.)
    "Itís all set. Thereís a pair of cops at the rest stop, though."
    MORPHEUS
    "Not a problem."
    THE Countach pulls into the meager rest stop, not more than a water fountain, toilet house and phone booth.
    A police cruiser sits, lights off, waiting to intercept speeders.
    EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    THE Countach skids to a stop, kicking up a massive dust cloud that hides the car. We hear the door slide, and the massive black-clad figure of MORPHEUS emerges from the dust.
    An Uzi in each hand, pointed at US.
    THE COP behind the wheel is too slow to draw, call for backup, or even duck for cover. The safety glass is destroyed as gunfire rips through it, chewing the cop to pieces. His body thrashes in the seat.
    MORPHEUS turns away. NIOBE pulls up on her bike and gets off, slowly, obviously the ride had been a long one. Trinity joins them. Morpheus stops.
    MORPHEUS
    "I thought Razor said their were two cops."
    INT. BATHROOM HOUSE (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    A ROOKIE cop, his face to young for a razor, is shaking as he peeks through a crack in the door, through which he sees the terrorists who just wasted his partner. He finishes buckling his pants, and draws his service pistol, only to shake in pain as his body morphs.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    RAZOR and CIRCA see the agent morph as the code flies down the screen.
    RAZOR
    "Fuck, fuck fuck!"
    EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    THEY smell somethingís wrong. They move, back to back in a triangle, for the phone booth, weapons draw and looking in all direction at once.
    MORPHEUS
    "Niobe, you first."
    TRINITY
    "Bullshit, itís my turn."
    NIOBE
    "Junior ranks leave first."
    TRINITY enters the booth as the phone starts ringing.
    Itís the moment Smith was waiting for.
    HE BURSTS out of the door, gun firing at the booth. Inside, glass shatters, and blood sprays as Trinity is riddled with bullets. Smith doesnít stop. He sprays for an eternity, even firing as she collapses, phone still ringing. Her body slumps, smearing blood against the booth door as it shuts from her weight.
    INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)
    TRINITYíS body spasms violently against her harness as her life signs go berserk. Sheís not dead, but death is only seconds away. Circa screams, but Razor is locked, staring at the screen with the intensity from which he derived his name.
    EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    MORPHEUS and NIOBE open fire. Smith shudders, flickers violently, his body moving too fast to follow as the two rebels empty their clips at him. The actions of the guns stop in the open position, barrels and empty chambers smoking, as the last empty shells patter to the ground.
    MORPHEUS throws the guns down and turns to Niobe.
    MORPHEUS

    "Get her out."
    NIOBE dives for the shattered booth, kicking away the starred glass and answering the ringing phone. She pulls it down, and hauls Trinityís destroyed body up, placing the phone to her ear.
    TRINITYíS head merely sags lifelessly to one side.
    NIOBE
    "Come on! Go through, Trinity! God damnit donít give up!"
    TRINITYíS eyes flicker. She focuses on Niobe, summoning her consciousness enough to make the phase back into the real world. She starts to fade as we cut to:
    INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)
    CIRCA stands over Trinity as the rebels blue eyes flutter open. Her whole body goes into a seizure and she chokes and screams as she grabs Circa.
    CIRCA
    "Youíre safe, youíre safe!"
    EXT. REST STOP
    MORPHEUS charges SMITH. Smith ignores reloads him, and sights in on the exposed back of Niobe as she is reaching up to put the phone back on the hook. As the sights rest right between her shoulder blades, Morpheus grabs his gun with both hands. He squeezes off one shot, the action freeze back on an empty chamber, before Morpheus throws his hands up in the air
    The shot ricochets clips Niobeís ear and ricochets off the booth. She hangs up the phone and touches the blood of her ear. The phone rings. She looks at it, then back at Morpheus and Smith, raising dust as they fight.
    She leaves the ringing phone and runs to join the fight.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    RAZOR pounds the edge of the console as he watches the screen.
    RAZOR
    "Crazy mothers!"
    CIRCA has removed Trinityís interface, but sheís having a seizure. Circa can barely hold her down as she uses her teeth to rip the cover off a wicked hypo.
    RAZOR
    "Whatís wrong with her?"
    CIRCA
    "Her bodyís dying but her mind wonít quit."
    CIRCA straddles her and plunges the massive needle into her chest.
    EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX)
    Morpheus and Smith clash in the dust - punches, kicks, and blocks coming too fast to see. Smith is wailing on Morpheus, but Morpheus sneaks in a kick that separates them. They take stances a good two distances away. Theyíre about to go at it again when:
    NIOBE sprints into the fight. Performing a flying leap kick, Smith grabs her and swings her down, crashing her body into the concrete with a sickening crack-thud. She rolls, fighting the pain, as Morpheus flies back into action, catching the agent with a furious ass of swinging kicks.
    Niobe grits back the pain and rejoins her love. Together they assault the agent, their speed almost, almost equaling his, their will capped by the limits of their Matrix-bending powers. Finally, Smith resurges. He lands a punch into Niobeís stomach, and her body folds over unnaturally, as if her back is broken. She crumples to the deck, blood pouring from her mouth.
    MORPHEUS screams and brings a hammer blow down on the back of Smithís neck, smashing the agentís face down and imprinting it in the concrete. For a moment, Smith is still. Morpheus collects Niobe and runs for the phone booth, which is still ringing.
    ITíS too far. Smith grabs him around the knees, spilling him forward. Man handling him like he weighs nothing, Smith gets on top of him and starts smashing his fists down into Morpheusí face.
    SMITH
    "I should have killed you the first chance I had."
    Like an enraged silverback, he raises his fists together for one final blow. But instead of striking, his eyes catch something. He flips back, jumping, as a silver streak cuts through the air, a split second too slow to cut the agentís head off. Instead, it slices cleanly through the triceps of the raised arms, leaving nick on the throat.
    RAZOR, dressed in a black kimono and wielding two katanas, steps over Morpheus as he pursues the agent. Smith rolls backwards, gains his footing, and retreats from the swirling blades of death. He turns to Morpheus:
    RAZOR
    "Go!"
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    RAZOR is strapped into one of the interface chairs, his eyes closed.
    EXT. REST STOP
    HALF-DEAD. MORPHEUS drags NIOBE to the booth.
    Behind them, Agent Smith backs away from RAZORíS dual blades, on long, one short. Whenever Razor attacks, Smith backs away. They circle one another.
    MORPHEUS puts Niobe through the phone.
    RAZOR forces Smith around.
    RAZOR
    "Come on, tough guy, come got some Razor."
    SMITH frowns and moves forward, but the whistling edge of a blade makes him think twice. RAZOR holds the short sword parallel to the ground, the long sword straight up. He hides his eyes behind the short sword.
    SMITHís back is against the sunset. The sun drops below a cloud.
    RAZOR flashes the light off his short blade, directly into Smithís eyes, blinding him as he strikes with the long sword.
    SMITH, blinded, turns and backs away. RAZOR attacks.
    IN the booth, Niobe is gone. MORPHEUS hangs up the phone. He can barely stand up enough to reach the handset. When it rings he picks it up. But he doesnít disappear.
    MORPHEUS
    "Reload me."
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    CIRCA
    "All right."
    SHE punches some keys. MORPHEUSí 3-D avatar flashes on a console, along with a massive array of weapons.
    EXT. BOOTH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
    MORPHEUS disappears for a second, then reappears. Now he is perfectly clean, and immaculately dressed. He replaces his sunglasses and kicks through the remains of the booth, walking toward the fight as he produces new weapons, heavy with ammo, from his long coat.
    RAZOR keeps swinging at SMITH - and missing. Seeing his chance, he runs back for the ringing phone. SMITH pursues, almost on RAZOR when the neo-samurai jumps in the air and pirouhettes, swinging one sword after another, like a helicopter blade from Hell.
    IN the liquid world of slo-mo, the short sword cuts through Smithís outstretched fingers, sending them flying. The long sword grazes his forearm, cutting through the fabric and taking off a slice of flesh. The tip of the sword slices through his suit, cutting his tie off, digging about an inch into his torso.
    SMITH collapses into the dust, his face a mask of blood and dust. He doesnít try to get up.
    RAZOR passes MORPHEUS, who backs up to the ringing phone booth. Razor goes through first. MORPHEUS keeps his eyes and weapon locked on SMITH, who makes no attempt to pursue. He stands calmly, and in a dignified manner, wipes dust off his clothing as he watches Morpheus step into the booth, and replace the phone.
    It rings. One hand on the receiver, Morpheus stares back at Smith.
    SMITH stands there, not attempting to pursue. Morpheus pauses, taking advantage of the chance to observe his deadly enemy.
    SMITH stares at the booth for a second. Emotion twists his face, first anger, then perhaps sadness. Heís lost. Heíll be in the Matrix forever.
    With a quicksilver flash, his body reverts back to the shape of the rookie cop.
    THE young man is left standing there. He is filthy, bloody, badly sliced up, and the fingers of one hand are missing. He looks around at the carnage as his mouth simply opens and closes, reflexively, in shock. He focuses on Morpheus.
    The rebel answers the phone and disappears, leaving the cop, his body broken and his mind blown.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    CIRCA helps MORPHEUS off the interface chair. Razor is triumphant.
    RAZOR
    "Did you see that? We beat him! A fucking agent! He gave up!"
    MORPHEUS, unflappable, rises and rushes to the operations consoles.
    MORPHEUS
    "Where is Neo?"
    CIRCA
    "Havenít heard from him. The city is still cut off from the rest of the Matrix."
    MORPHEUS appears enraged. He looks at Neo, supine on his chair.
    MORPHEUS
    "Why does it still exist? Why hasnít he destroyed it yet?"
    RAZOR
    "Maybe he canít."
    TRINITY is sitting on the edge of her interface chair, looking like hell.
    TRINITY
    "Is he even alive? Is he captured?"
    RAZOR
    "Last we saw he was trying to blow up the building. Havenít locked onto him since."
    MORPHEUS
    "What? Why not?"
    CIRCA
    "Call me crazy, but I think heís masking his own displacement signature."
    RAZOR
    "His carrier signal just goes nowhere. But there is data going back and forth."
    MORPHEUS stares at the data on the screens. The Matrix lives. He pushes Razor out of the way, and starts hacking at the keyboard at an incredible rate. Itís obvious Morpheus can handle computers.
    MORPHEUS
    "I found him once. Iíll find him again."
    We go deeper into the miasma of green symbols, swallowed by the blackness of the screen, and emerge into:
    INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    The apartment is luxuriously laid out and furnished. Gregory sits on a leather couch, watching whatever on the tube with the sound off. He absentmindedly manipulates a quarter over and around his fingers. Finally, he stops and looks at the quarter.
    Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he folds it in half as though it was a disk of bubble gum. He folds it again, then rools it as though itís a musket ball.
    Chandra enters the living room and collapses on the couch. She reaches points the remote at the TV, but Gregory puts his hand over it to get her attention.
    GREGORY
    "So, you really donít have any idea how you got here?"
    CHANDRA
    "No. I only remember being on the bike."
    GREGORY sighs.
    GREGORY
    "Yeah, you took a pretty good knock on the head. Do you know how we got this place?"
    She looks at him, annoyed.
    CHANDRA
    "Duh. We broke in. We donít own a penthouse."
    GREGORY
    "What if I said we did?"
    CHANDRA
    "Iíd say youíre insane."
    She finally gets the remote and changes the channel. The volume comes on, louder and infinitely more tinny and obnoxious than anything in life. Chandra laughs at the images as Gregory stares into space.

    INT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    NEO sits with his back against a blackened brick wall, staring ahead. Heís in the belfry of an ancient, destroyed cathedral, among the pigeon nests, soot, and bird crap.
    FROM here, in downtown, we can see the modern, uptown section, with its gleaming skyscrapers. METACORTEX still stands, illuminated by searchlights.
    NEO sits and broods. Isolated, his world turned upside down and right-side out in less than a week, his mind and spirit are a blank.
    Again, he tries his cell phone. Static. He collapses it and puts it. Just as it leaves his mind, it rings. The face flips open.
    NEO puts it to his ear without speaking.
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "Neo."
    NEOíS grim expression is melted by relief.
    NEO
    "Morpheus! Holy shit! You wonít believe what happened."
    MORPHEUS
    "I know."
    NEO
    "I couldnít do it. Morpheus, thereís a problem."
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    MORPHEUS has the headset on. He stands and surveys NEO.
    MORPHEUS
    "Yes, there is a problem. The Matrix exists."
    EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    NEOíS relief fades into confusion.
    NEO
    "I know. Iím sorry."
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "And the problem isÖ"
    NEO
    "Uh, itís impossible. If the Matrix is destroyed, the people within the system will die. They will all die. There has to be a different way."
    MORPHEUS doesnít respond.
    NEO
    "Morpheus? Did you know this?"
    We hear nothing. NEO can hear his own heart beating. Anger and confusion add to the already heavy mental burden he carries.

    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "I didnít say things would be easy, Neo."
    NEO sinks to the ground, shocked. He shakes his head.
    NEO
    "No."
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    MORPHEUS isnít happy about what he has to tell his protťgť, but there is no bending his will. The others look on soberly.
    MORPHEUS
    "Neo, the MatrixÖ itís not real. And itís up to you to end it."

    EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    NEO canít stand the reality of the situation. Heís coming apart.
    NEO
    "No, Morpheus, this canít be! We canít do this! We have to get the people out."
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "Even if we could somehow get to them without cutting through their defenses, thereís no way we can rehabilitate billions of people. They wouldnít even want to be woken up."
    Neo is silent.
    MORPHEUS (O.S.)
    "You can do it. You can free us."
    NEO
    "Why me? Why the fuck do I have to do this?"
    MORPHEUS is silent for a long while.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    Everyone is watching Morpheus, and no one can quite believe what is happening.
    MORPHEUS
    "You know what needs to be done. Time is short. Make up your mind. The only way youíre getting out of the Matrix is through its destruction."
    Morpheus kills the connection.
    EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    Neo hears the line click dead. He canít believe what has happened.
    INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
    MORPHEUS drops the headset on the operations console. He types a few commands on the keyboard, then addresses the crew.
    MORPHEUS
    "No one goes in. Heís on his own."
    He leaves the main deck.
    Trinity stares at Neo for a moment, her face fighting for composure No one looks at her. She walks away, then leans against the bulkhead, her body shaking.
    EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
    Neo closes the cell phone. He reaches to tuck it away, then pauses, looking at it. He drops it to the ground and walks on.
    He stands out on a finger of crumbling church, the night air all around him. The city lights are alive below. He focuses on the Metacortex building. Leaving him there, we rush to it until we dive into the dark shadows of the very building, going microscopically close, until the darkness gives way to the glowing green miasma of quantum code. It fills the screen before we bust through into darkness again.

    TO BE CONTINUEDÖ

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    hmm I`ll just wait for the movie

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    Love the special effects&#33;&#33;&#33;
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    is that the real script
    or were u reallly bored

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    oh man thats funny first off even i have that script and that is FAKE&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33; u can get that off irc or kazaa and i dont think andy and larry wachowski is that stupid to let a multion milliong dollar script get out like that.

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    Yes, well, posting the script was a nice touch, but that defeats the purpose of watching the movie. Nice collector&#39;s item though.
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    I posted it as a novelty item. Obviously it would be more structured and a lot longer than that had it been the real thing.

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    My friend just told me his dad got a copy of the screener...so I&#39;ll be watching it in a few hours

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    if that is true..which it might be (you never know)...why dont you copy it to your or his computer (assuming you know how to do that) and give us a hash...

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