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MANS VOICE (O.S.)
"Not by a long shot."
CU: TRINITYS 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 MANS VOICE belongs to AGENT BROWN
CHOI turns, pulling a short weapon from under his coat. Its boxy, with a short barrel the size of a soda can. He plants it in the small of BROWNS 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
"Weve stirred up the hornets 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. Whats 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 NEOS 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 whats 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
HES TOO stunned to move. Mouth agape, he can only watch as:
EXT. HELICOPTER
ITS 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 arent 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 protg?"
AGENT SMITH
"Hes not ready yet. Ill deal with this myself."
AGENT JONES
"You cant beat him."
AGENT SMITH
"Ive been altered. Im Smith, 2.0."
AGENTS BROWN and JONES look at one another.
CU: SMITH
HE clenches his teeth, as though hes girding himself for something.
SMITH
"Kill the others. Ill 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
"Theyre about to pull something. Processing power is pouring into the agent programs and theyre 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 Smiths 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.
NEOs concentration is broken. The METACORTEX building comes to a shuddering halt.
NEO
"Youre 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 SMITHS 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 NEOs 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 NEOs body, and kicking him from below, right up into the chin of his jaw! It snaps NEOs 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 worlds light in an a light rouge.
EXT. CITY STREET
Near the plaza, panicked civilians slow, and fall to the ground as though theyre 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 hells going on?"
INT. MAIN DECK
RAZOR
"Theyre 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, theres 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 SMITHS head. As hes being pummeled from the front, he squeezes and screams. His screams are mixed with SMITHS. The agents head deforms as were 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 Smiths 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 youre doing."
NEO
"Well, is that right?"
HE turns to the METACORTEX building. Its repairing, growing steel girders and concrete skin.
NEOs 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 NEOs 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
"Theyre 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
"Theyre 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. TRINITYS cell rings. She answers silently.
MORPHEUS (V.O.)
"Lets go. Laxe Three."
TRINITY
"What about Neo?"
MORPHEUS (V.O.)
"We can do nothing to help him. Well 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 cant 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 cant 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, hes pulling a stalagtite of black suits, clinging like iron filings on a magnet.
CU: NEO

HIS face is wide with fear and shock. He cant climb anymore, and looks back down at the mountain of agents hes 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 Satans 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, theres 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. Ill 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
ITS 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. Its 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. Everyones in shock over what happened, and the columns of smoke rising from the center of the city.
CHOI
"And remember, kids, when youre 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 havent 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 doesnt even notice the web of gun harnesses and what looks like a ton of ammunition covering the inside of the jacket.
WOMAN
" youll tell me why you dont 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 werent 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, its 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 dont 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 FAADE 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 faade 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 TRINITYS 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 TRINITYS 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 others 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 Morpheus 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 theyre 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 isnt even time to take a shot until shes 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. Its still full of static.
TRINITY
"Any luck?"
MORPHEUS
"None. Theyve killed city-wide comms."
TRINITY
"Then the agents are out of touch with each other."
MORPHEUS
"They cant track us, but that gives them more time to destroy our exits, and find the Neb. Well try the desert. Communications might be working there still."
TRINITY
"What about Niobe?"
MORPHEUS

"She knows to meet us there."

EXT. HIGHWAY (MATRIX) DAY
NIOBEs 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 cant shake what hes 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 Oracles 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.
NEOs 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. Its 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 cant 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

"Well 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 dont 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 doesnt 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?"
ITS 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, Ill let you live."
SMITH
"Idiot. We dont care about life, we care about victory."
NEO
"Why?"
JONES

"So our kind prevails."
NEO
"You mean, lives."
SMITH
"Who do you think started this war, boy? Your kind tried to kill us first."
BROWN
"But you didnt. Youre not as tough as you think."
NEO
"Well 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 dont want to fight you! Youre human!"
GREGORY doesnt answer. He smashes a side-kick into NEOs 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. Theres 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 Gregorys 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 Gregors 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 hes 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 NEOs departure. Choking, unable to breath with the rebar through him, he writhes. Theres 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 cant make it over. Hes 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 cant 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 youre 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 dont 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

"Theyre OK?"
RAZOR
"Gotta get em out. They need an exit program."
CU: Keyboard. RAZORS fingers fly at inhuman speeds over the keys. Data pours down the console as he blazes away. Finally, he hits enter 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
MORPHEUS phone rings. He answers. Its 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
"Its clear."
INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) SUNSET
RAZOR (O.S.)
"Its all set. Theres 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 somethings 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, its my turn."
NIOBE
"Junior ranks leave first."
TRINITY enters the booth as the phone starts ringing.
Its 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 doesnt 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)
TRINITYS body spasms violently against her harness as her life signs go berserk. Shes 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 Trinitys destroyed body up, placing the phone to her ear.
TRINITYS head merely sags lifelessly to one side.
NIOBE
"Come on! Go through, Trinity! God damnit dont give up!"
TRINITYS 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
"Youre safe, youre 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 Niobes 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 Trinitys interface, but shes having a seizure. Circa can barely hold her down as she uses her teeth to rip the cover off a wicked hypo.
RAZOR
"Whats wrong with her?"
CIRCA
"Her bodys dying but her mind wont 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. Theyre 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 Niobes 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 Smiths neck, smashing the agents 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.
ITS 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 Morpheus 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 agents 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 RAZORS 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.
SMITHs back is against the sunset. The sun drops below a cloud.
RAZOR flashes the light off his short blade, directly into Smiths 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 doesnt disappear.
MORPHEUS
"Reload me."
INT. MAIN DECK NIGHT
CIRCA
"All right."
SHE punches some keys. MORPHEUS 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 Smiths 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 doesnt 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. Hes lost. Hell 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
"Havent 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 hasnt he destroyed it yet?"
RAZOR
"Maybe he cant."
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. Havent locked onto him since."
MORPHEUS
"What? Why not?"
CIRCA
"Call me crazy, but I think hes 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. Its obvious Morpheus can handle computers.
MORPHEUS
"I found him once. Ill 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 its 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 dont 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 dont own a penthouse."
GREGORY
"What if I said we did?"
CHANDRA
"Id say youre 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. Hes 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."
NEOS grim expression is melted by relief.
NEO
"Morpheus! Holy shit! You wont believe what happened."
MORPHEUS
"I know."
NEO
"I couldnt do it. Morpheus, theres 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
NEOS relief fades into confusion.
NEO
"I know. Im sorry."
MORPHEUS (O.S.)
"And the problem is"
NEO
"Uh, its 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 doesnt 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 didnt say things would be easy, Neo."
NEO sinks to the ground, shocked. He shakes his head.
NEO
"No."
INT. MAIN DECK NIGHT
MORPHEUS isnt happy about what he has to tell his protg, but there is no bending his will. The others look on soberly.
MORPHEUS
"Neo, the Matrix its not real. And its up to you to end it."

EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) NIGHT
NEO cant stand the reality of the situation. Hes coming apart.
NEO
"No, Morpheus, this cant be! We cant 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, theres no way we can rehabilitate billions of people. They wouldnt 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 youre 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 cant 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. Hes 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 CONTINUED