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The Matrix Revolutions Andy Wachowski, Larry Wachowski TRINITY: Do you know what happened to Neo? ORACLE: Yes. He's trapped in a place between this world and the machine world. The link is controlled by a program called the Trainman. He uses it to smuggle programs in and out of the Matrix. If he finds out where Neo is before you get to him, then I'm afraid our choices are going to become difficult. TRINITY: Why? ORACLE: Because of who the Trainman works for. MORPHEUS: The Merovingian. NEO: You're programs. RAMA-KANDRA: Oh, yes. I'm the power plant systems manager for recycling operations. My wife is an interactive software programmer, she is highly creative. KAMALA: What are you doing here? You do not belong here. RAMA-KANDRA: Kamala! Goodness, I apologize. My wife can be very direct. NEO: It's okay. I don't have an answer. I don't even know where 'here' is. RAMA-KANDRA: This place is nowhere. It is between your world and our world. NEO: Who's the Trainman? RAMA-KANDRA: He works for the Frenchman. NEO: Why'd I know you were going to say that? RAMA-KANDRA: The Frenchman does not forget and he does not forgive. NEO: You know him? RAMA-KANDRA: I know only what I need to know. I know that if you want to take something from our world into your world that does not belong there, you must go to the Frenchman. NEO: Is that what you're doing here? KAMALA: Rama, please! RAMA-KANDRA: I do not want to be cruel, Kamala. He may never see another face for the rest of his life. NEO: I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that question. RAMA-KANDRA: No. I don't mind. The answer is simple. I love my daughter very much. I find her to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. But where we are from, that is not enough. Every program that is created must have a purpose; if it does not, it is deleted. I went to the Frenchman to save my daughter. You do not understand. NEO: I just have never... RAMA-KANDRA: ...heard a program speak of love? NEO: It's a... human emotion. RAMA-KANDRA: No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection? NEO: Anything. RAMA-KANDRA: Then perhaps the reason you're here is not so different from the reason I'm here. NEO: You know the Oracle? RAMA-KANDRA: Everyone knows the Oracle. I consulted with her before I met with the Frenchman. She promised she would look after Sati after we said goodbye. NEO: Goodbye? You're not staying with her? RAMA-KANDRA: It is not possible. Our arrangement with the Frenchman was for our daughter only. My wife and I must return to our world. NEO: Why? RAMA-KANDRA: That is our karma. NEO: You believe in karma? RAMA-KANDRA: Karma's a word. Like 'love.' A way of saying 'what I am here to do.' I do not resent my karma - I'm grateful for it. Grateful for my wonderful wife, for my beautiful daughter. They are gifts. And so I do what I must do to honour them. NEO: One way or another I'm getting on this train TRAINMAN: Oh, no, no, no. You're gonna stay right here until the MEROVINGIAN: says different. If I know him, you're gonna be here for a long, long time. NEO: I don't want to hurt you. TRAINMAN: You don't get it. I built this place. Down here I make the rules. Down here I make the threats. Down here, I'm God. SERAPH: There are no weapons allowed in the club. At the bottom of this elevator, there is a coat check girl. And if we're lucky, one man for checking guns. TRINITY: And if we're unlucky? SERAPH: There will be many men. MEROVINGIAN: The prodigal child returns. L'ange sans ailes [The angel without wings]. Are you here for the bounty, Seraph? Tell me, how many bullets are there in those guns? I don't know, but I don't think you have enough. MORPHEUS: We want to make a deal. MEROVINGIAN: Always straight to business, huh, Morpheus? Okay. I have something you want. To make a deal, you must have something I want, yes? And it so happens there is something I want. Something I've wanted ever since I first came here. It is said they cannot be taken, they can only be given. MORPHEUS: What? MEROVINGIAN: The eyes of the Oracle. MEROVINGIAN: I have told you before, there's no escaping the nature of the universe. It is that nature that has again brought you to me. Where some see coincidence, I see consequence. Where others see chance, I see cost. Bring me the eyes of the Oracle, and I will give you back your saviour. That seems a particularly fair and reasonable deal to me. Yes, no? TRINITY: I don't have time for this shit. TRINITY: You want to make a deal, how about this? You give me Neo, or we all die right here, right now. MEROVINGIAN: Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man? TRINITY: Believe it. PERSEPHONE: She'll do it. If she has to, she'll kill every one of us. She's in love. MEROVINGIAN: It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity. ORACLE: That's it. That's the secret. You've got to use your hands. SATI: Why? ORACLE: Cookies need love like everything does. NEO: You helped me to get here, but my question is why? Where does this go? Where does it end? ORACLE: I don't know. NEO: You don't know or you won't tell me? ORACLE: I told you before. No one can see beyond a choice they don't understand, and I mean no one. NEO: Tell me how I separated my mind from my body without jacking in. Tell me how I stopped four sentinels by thinking it. Tell me just what the hell is happening to me. ORACLE: The power of the One extends beyond this world. It reaches from here all the way back to where it came from. NEO: Where? ORACLE: The Source. That's what you felt when you touched those Sentinels. But you weren't ready for it. You should be dead, but apparently you weren't ready for that, either. NEO: The Architect told me that if I didn't return to the Source, Zion would be destroyed by midnight tonight. ORACLE: Please... You and I may not be able to see beyond our own choices, but that man can't see past any choices. NEO: Why not? ORACLE: He doesn't understand them - he can't. To him they are variables in an equation. One at a time each variable must be solved and countered. That's his purpose: to balance an equation. NEO: What's your purpose? ORACLE: To unbalance it. NEO: Why? What do you want? ORACLE: I want the same thing you want, Neo. And I am willing to go as far as you are to get it. NEO: The end of the war. Is it going to end? ORACLE: One way, or another. ORACLE: Everything that has a beginning has an end. I see the end coming. I see the darkness spreading. I see death. And you are all that stands in his way. NEO: Smith. ORACLE: Very soon he's going to have the power to destroy this world, but I believe he won't stop there; he can't. He won't stop until there's nothing left at all. NEO: What is he? ORACLE: He is you. Your opposite, your negative, the result of the equation trying to balance itself out. NEO: What if I can't stop him? ORACLE: One way or another, Neo, this war is going to end. Tonight, the future of both worlds will be in your hands... or in his. SMITH: Well, well, it's been a long time. I remember chasing you was like chasing a ghost. SERAPH: I have beaten you before. SMITH: That's true, but as you can see, things are a little different now. And you must be the last exile. SATI: The Oracle told me about you. SMITH: Really? And what did she say about me? SATI: That you're a bad man. SMITH: Oh, I'm not so bad once you get to know me. SMITH: The great and powerful Oracle. We meet at last. I suppose you've been expecting me, right? The all-knowing Oracle is never surprised. How can she be, she knows everything. But If that's true, then why is she here? If she knew I was coming, why didn't she leave? *sweeps plate of cookies off table* Maybe you knew I was going to do that, maybe you didn't. If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that plate right there deliberately, purposefully. Which means you're sitting there also deliberately, purposefully. ORACLE: What did you do with Sati? SMITH/SATI: Cookies need love like everything does. ORACLE: You are a bastard. SMITH: You would know, Mom. ORACLE: Do what you're here to do. SMITH: Yes, ma'am. LOCK: In less than 12 hours, the machines will breach the dock walls. Every simulation we've run, we've seen that once the machines are inside the city the odds of our survival decrease dramatically. Thus our primary objective must be to destroy or disable the diggers inside the dock. If we can do that, perhaps we can prevent them from ever reaching the city. If not, the only place we'll be able to mount an effective defense will be at the entrance of the Temple. It is small enough that it will force them into a bottleneck, allowing us to concentrate the remainder of our defense. COUNCILLOR DILLARD: We understand that you've requested additional volunteers. LOCK: That is correct. COUNCILLOR WEST: Precisely what size of force are you planning to commit to the primary dock objective? LOCK: Right now, the entire APU core and half the infantry. COUNCILLOR WEST: Half the infantry? LOCK: If it were up to me, Councillor, I'd take every man, woman, and child, put a gun in their hands and march them straight into that dock. COUNCILLOR HAMANN: Commander, just one more question. Has there been word from the Nebuchadnezzar? LOCK: None, and at this point there's no reason to expect that there ever will be. COUNCILLOR HAMANN: Perhaps. But we can hope. LOCK: I'm afraid hope is an indulgence I don't have time for. CAS: Zee, what are you doing? Zee: Making shells. CAS: They're evacuating our level. We have to go. Zee: I'm not going with you. CAS: What? Zee: They've called for volunteers to hold the dock. CAS: I know how you feel, Zee, but you can't do that. Zee: I have to. CAS: Why? Zee: Because I love him. I love him the same as he loves me. And if I were out there and he were here, I know what he'd do. CAS: But you're gonna get yourself killed. It's crazy, Zee. Zee: Maybe it is. But ask yourself, if it were Dozer, and you knew the only chance you had to see him again was to hold the dock, what would you do? CAS: Make shells. MIFUNE: How old are you, kid? KID: Eighteen. MIFUNE: Shoulda said sixteen, I mighta believed that! KID: OK, I'm sixteen. MIFUNE: Minimal age for the corps is eighteen, sixteen's too young! KID: The machines won't care how old I am. They'll kill me just the same. MIFUNE: Ain't that the goddamned truth. KID: Give me a chance, sir. I won't let you down. MIFUNE: You do... you'll find me and the machines have something in common. NEO: Trinity... There's something I have to say. Something you need to understand. I know I'm supposed to go. But beyond that - I don't know... TRINITY: I know. You don't think you're coming back. I knew it the moment you said you had to leave. I could see it in your face. Just like you knew the moment you looked at me that I was coming with you. NEO: I'm scared, Trin. TRINITY: So am I. Took me ten minutes to buckle up one boot. But I'll tell you something. Six hours ago I told the MEROVINGIAN: that I was ready to give anything and everything for you. Do you know what's changed in the past 6 hours? NEO: No. TRINITY: Nothing. MORPHEUS: I can only hope you know what you're doing. NEO: Me, too. It was an honour, sir. MORPHEUS: No, the honour's still mine. NEO: Who are you? BANE: Still don't recognize me? I admit, it is difficult to think, encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can't escape. Disgusting! Look at how pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive. MIFUNE: All right, this is it. Now, you all know me, so I'll just say this as simple as I can. If it's our time to die, it's our time. All I ask is: if we have to give these bastards our lives, we give 'em hell before we do! OPERATIONS OFFICER MATTIS: Sir, holographic confirms. It's the Hammer, sir. LOCK: How can that be? OPERATIONS OFFICER MATTIS: The ship is under attack, sustaining heavy damage. But at its present velocity, it'll reach Gate 3 in twelve minutes. LOCK'S LIEUTENANT: Sir, their EMP could take out every sentinel up there. LOCK: It'd take out more than that. It'd wipe out our entire defense system. We blow an EMP in there, we will lose the dock! LOCK'S LIEUTENANT: Sir, we've already lost the dock. LOCK: Three captains, one ship. I assume the other ships were lost under equally pointless circumstances? NIOBE: Good to see you too, Jason. LOCK: Council's waiting to hear an explanation. You'll forgive me for not attending, but I have to try to salvage this debacle. ROLAND: Did I miss something, Commander? I thought we just saved the dock. LOCK: That's the problem with you people. You can't think for five minutes in front of your face. That EMP knocked out almost every piece of hardware and every APU. If I were the machines, I would send every Sentinel I had here right now. Saved the dock, captain? You've just handed it to them on a silver platter. COUNCILLOR DILLARD: So you gave them your ship? NIOBE: That is correct, Councillor, I did. COUNCILLOR GRACE: Knowing what he planned to do with it? COUNCILLOR HAMANN: And the Oracle said nothing of this? NIOBE: She told me Neo would need my help, and when the time came I would choose to help him or not. COUNCILLOR WEST: But what hope can a single vessel have against their entire defense system? ROLAND: None, it's completely impossible, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't even take any ammunition. He was totally out of his goddamn mind. MORPHEUS: No, he wasn't. Neo is doing what he believes he must do. I don't know if what he's doing is right, and I don't know if he'll reach the machine city. And if he does, I don't know what he can do to save us. But I do know that as long as there's a single breath in his body, he will not give up. And neither can we. LOCK: It is now a matter of time. The machines will breach the walls of the city. I recommend that the Council join the rest of the non-military personnel inside the Temple. COUNCILLOR GRACE: How long do we have? LOCK: Two hours. Maybe less. My men have begun fortifying the entrance with enough artillery to make our last stand. Beyond that, there isn't anything more I can do. COUNCILLOR DILLARD: Commander, do you think that we have any chance of surviving? LOCK: If I were you, Councillor, I wouldn't ask me that question. I would ask him. COUNCILLOR DILLARD: Why? LOCK: Because he's the one who believes in miracles. NEO: I only ask to say what I've come to say, after that, do what you want and I won't try to stop you. DEUS EX MACHINA: Speak. NEO: The program 'Smith' has grown beyond your control. Soon he will spread through this city as he spread through the Matrix. You cannot stop him, but I can. DEUS EX MACHINA: We don't need you. We need nothing. NEO: If that's true, then I've made a mistake and you should kill me now. DEUS EX MACHINA: What do you want? NEO: Peace. SMITH/ORACLE: Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you. You like what I've done with the place? NEO: It ends tonight. SMITH/ORACLE: Can you feel it, Mr. Anderson, closing in on you? Well, I can. I really should thank you for it, after all, it was your life that taught me the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end. SMITH/ORACLE: Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why, why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now! You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why do you persist? NEO: Because I choose to. ORACLE: Well, now, ain't this a surprise. ARCHITECT: You've played a very dangerous game. ORACLE: Change always is. ARCHITECT: Just how long do you think this peace is going to last? ORACLE: As long as it can. What about the others? ARCHITECT: What others? ORACLE: The ones that want out. ARCHITECT: Obviously, they will be freed. ORACLE: I have your word? ARCHITECT: What do you think I am? Human? SATI: Oracle! We were afraid we might not find you. ORACLE: Everything's okay now. SATI: Look, look! ORACLE: Just look at that! Beautiful! Did you do that? SATI: For Neo. ORACLE: That's nice. I know he'd love it. SATI: Will we ever see him again? ORACLE: I suspect so. Someday. SERAPH: Did you always know? ORACLE: Oh no. No, I didn't. But I believed. I believed. lscgid: execve():/home/jauene/public_html/cgi-bin/counters/counter.cgi: Permission denied page views

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