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. He’d 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, GABRIEL, TANK, and GREGORY FAIR, 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 GREGORY FAIR’S 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.
GABRIEL is on a headset.
GABRIEL
"Niobe, they’re closing."
NIOBE
"How many?"
GABRIEL
"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
"You’ve got a gift for understatement."
INT. FREEDOM COCKPIT
THE FREEDOM’S CAPTAIN, a silhouette in a dark cockpit, is flying
blind. His cockpit is awash in the blue flares from NIOBE’S 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, we’re screwed. We gotta set down and EMP ‘em."
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.)
"They’re on me! Shit! Losing power!"
NIOBE’S 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.
GREGORY FAIR 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."
GREGORY FAIR
"What's that?"
GABRIEL
"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."
GABRIEL
"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. GREGORY FAIR is
sitting against the wall on Trin's bed, with her curled up beside him
with her head on his lap.
GREGORY FAIR can’t 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. GREGORY FAIR 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, GREGORY FAIR stands and examines the
photo.
She awakens.
Trinity
"I'll have to take that one down now. Cypher..."
GREGORY FAIR
"Who is this guy?"
Trinity
"Who?"
GREGORY FAIR points to the mystery man.
Trinity
"That was... I... forgot his name."
GREGORY FAIR
"What happened to him?"
Trinity is sullen.
"He didn’t make it."
GREGORY FAIR returns to the bed and sits down, disturbed. Trinity sits up,
awakening.
GREGORY FAIR
"Was he like me?"
Trinity nods.
Trinity
"Not you, though. Like you. There have been others, GREGORY FAIR."
"Aren't you tired?"
GREGORY FAIR
"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.
GREGORY FAIR
"How many 'ones' have there been?"
Trinity
"That's not the point."
GREGORY FAIR may not think so.
Trinity
"You are him. You’re mine."
GREGORY FAIR
"But what does it mean, to be The One?"
Trinity
"I don't know, GREGORY FAIR. Our mission was to find you."
GREGORY FAIR
"So, now what?"
Trinity
"Now, Zion will give us a new mission."
The hatch swings open. GABRIEL peers in.
GABRIEL
"We're almost home. We'll need a detail. Five minutes."
HE closes the hatch and disappears.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 GABRIEL' side, and he steps toward her, smiling, but
their military manner is quickly restored, though they can barely
contain their grins.
GABRIEL
"Niobe..."
SHE shakes his hand, the shake slows down.
"M."
GABRIEL
"Thanks for the rescue."
THEY close for a kiss, when the FREEDOM'S captain suddenly jumps
between them.
It's CHOI - the GREGORY FAIR's supposed neighbor and hacking financier.
Exhuberant and oblivious, he joyfully gets in GABRIEL' face.
CHOI
"Brough, you us your asses! We saved you so hard core you don't even
know!"
NIOBE smiles at Gabriel and fades back as BOOTH shouts his own
praises. Gabriel 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, Gabriel."
CHOI
"Huh?"
He looks at what she's seeing. His gaze halts on GREGORY FAIR. 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.
GREGORY FAIR
"You?"
CHOI is quick to resume his cool.
CHOI
"In the flesh, so to speak."
DUJOUR
"Welcome to the real world, GREGORY FAIR. I'm glad you're here."
CHOI
"What do you think, Dujour? Should we take him with us?"
DUJOUR
"Definitely."
CHOI
"Gabriel?"
GABRIEL turns from Niobe and a Zion officer. He addresses Trinity,
glancing at the others.
GABRIEL
"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.
GREGORY FAIR 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 ‘em, 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
GREGORY FAIR, recognizing him as one of them, a new comer.
GREGORY FAIR
"Where did they come from?"
CHOI
"Energy plant we raided on our last mission. There were some
survivors."
GREGORY FAIR
"How are their minds freed from the Matrix?"
Trinity
"With difficulty."
DUJOUR
"If at all."
They step into a club, Dead Duck. It’s a sailor joint. Lots of wood,
beer on tap, and rum. Crewmembers of other ships recognize the rebels,
greeting them, as they eye GREGORY FAIR. 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 can’t believe Cypher turned. Bastard."
CHOI
"He who loses faith..."
DUJOUR
"GREGORY FAIR, we monitored your fight. Did you really gain enlightenment?"
GREGORY FAIR shrugs.
GREGORY FAIR
"All I know is I kicked Smith’s ass."
CHOI
"Fuckin’ finally, Jesus Christ. It’s about time we iced that bastard."
DUJOUR
"Yeah, we finally won against an agent?"
CHOI
"I guess 1 ‘n 298 isn’t 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 GREGORY FAIR)
"Live free."
They slam the rum back, and slam empty glasses on the table. GREGORY FAIR can
barely manage to sip his.
GREGORY FAIR
"God, how do you do that?"
Trinity
"You’ve never drank before."
DUJOUR
"Not for real."
CHOI
"You want to know what being The One means?"
GREGORY FAIR
"What?"
CHOI
"One drink and you’re toast."
DUJOUR
"GREGORY FAIR, you know what else you’ve never done?"
She glances at Trinity, who falls back against the seat, turning to
suppress a smile. Choi cracks up.
GREGORY FAIR
"Yeah."
DUJOUR
"Yeah, you’ve never done it."
CHOI
"And virtual doesn’t count, man, doesn’t fucking count."
GREGORY FAIR
"Well. I’ll drink to that."
CHOI
"Here, here."
This time, GREGORY FAIR 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 GABRIEL and NIOBE.
GABRIEL
"So, how do you like having your own command?"
NIOBE
"It’s good. But trying. The responsibility..."
THEY stop before the entrance to the DEAD DUCK.
GABRIEL
"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?"
GABRIEL peers in on the scene and grins.
GABRIEL
"As long as they don’t get out of line, I’ll just be a brother."
INT. DEAD DUCK
GREGORY FAIR is out of it, while the others are merely comfortably in the bag.
He’s acting like a kid who broke into his father’s liquor cabinet.
CHOI
"So, you went back in, and you two pulled him out?"
Trinity nods, herself in disbelief. GREGORY FAIR picks his head up off the
table.
GREGORY FAIR
"Kicked... kicked Smith’s ass."
CHOI eyes MORPHES and NIOBE coming toward them.
CHOI
"Hey, did you kick anybody else’s ass, GREGORY FAIR? Like Gabriel?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Gabriel? Yeah, I smacked him around, too."
GABRIEL arrives just in time to hear the last part. He stands and
grins down at GREGORY FAIR.
GABRIEL
"So, you can smack me around, GREGORY FAIR?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Oh yeah. Anytime."
GABRIEL taps him on the forehead. GREGORY FAIR blinks and falls back into the
booth. He stands before them.
Trinity
"How’s Tank?"
GABRIEL
"He’s on bereavement leave with his mother. Dozer was the second son
she’s lost in this war."
His comments set a sober tone.
GABRIEL
"The Nebechanezzer is out of commission for at least a month. But,
that’s not giving us a rest."
Trinity
"Let me guess. We’ve been ordered back out anyway."
GABRIEL
"Yes. This is another special op. I’m in command, Niobe and Trinity
are team leaders. GREGORY FAIR is our secret weapon."
FLASH TO: GREGORY FAIR, passed out with his mouth open on the couch.
GABRIEL
"We don’t know exactly what he’s 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?"
GABRIEL
"You’ve been assigned to this mission because you’re the best, Choi."
DUJOUR
"Yeah, and headquarters thinks you might be able to whine the agents
to death."
CHOI
"Oh my God that’s so funny. My point is, don’t we need some r-and-r?
Unwind a little? We lost two crew on the last one, you lost like five,
right? Shit. I’m glad we found Mr. Invincible, here, but Jesus..."
GABRIEL
"You don’t have to go, Choi. Volunteers only."
Trinity
"He’s got a point, M. I have faith, but why so quick?"
GABRIEL
"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 GREGORY FAIR’s."
CHOI
"Fuck. Every fucking time we get another ‘one,’ this is what they do."
GABRIEL
"He is the One."
DUJOUR
"You haven’t 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 men’s souls. Here’s 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 Gabriel and Choi at
the controls.
INT. FREEDOM COCKPIT
They watch the SQUIDDIES fade into the distance.
GABRIEL
"Power up. Sleep mode."
CHOI
"Aye aye, capitano."
MINIMAL cockpit displays turn on, and the cabin remains dark.
INT. MAIN DECK
The ship’s OPERATOR, a lean Asian kid with a gaze like a laser scan,
sits behind GREGORY FAIR, who’s sitting at the operator’s console with his
hands on the abbreviated keyboard. Trinity sits with them, her feet up
as she observes.
GREGORY FAIR stares at the screen. It’s a huge syllabus of Matrix code
characters. He struggles to learn the complex code.
GREGORY FAIR
"Ka equals 9. But reverse Ka is point-nine, right?
RAZOR nods.
RAZOR
"You catch on quick, man."
GREGORY FAIR
"I know these symbols from the hacking trainer. But how come it’s 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
"It’s muscle memory, GREGORY FAIR. 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 ‘ka,’ and your fingers don’t hit automatically hit
the reverse key and the ‘ka’ key in one shot."
GREGORY FAIR
"Where did these symbols come from, anyway?"
RAZOR
"Most of it is from the old Japanese. It’s Katakana. See, the machines
aren’t binary. No zero and one. They’re quantum-based, so instead of
an open-close base of zero or one, open or closed, they use all
numbers between zero and one."
GREGORY FAIR
"All numbers between zero and one. That could be an infinite number of
numbers."
RAZOR
"Not could be, it is."
GREGORY FAIR is astounded.
GREGORY FAIR
"Holy shit. How many calculations per second?"
RAZOR
"How many CPS? Well, that’s 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."
GREGORY FAIR
"OK. At last count that was what, a gazillion, right? Two gazillion?"
RAZOR barely smiles at the joke.
RAZOR
"Well, it’s 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."
GREGORY FAIR
"Woah."
Trinity
"That’s how they have the operating power to create entire worlds
within their PCs."
GREGORY FAIR
"OK. That’s why it looks like reality. They have the computing power
to create entire worlds."
RAZOR
"Right."
GREGORY FAIR
"So, if we hack into the Matrix, why can’t we just change the code
while we’re at it?"
RAZOR
"No, no. See, it’s 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."
GREGORY FAIR
"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."
GREGORY FAIR
"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 don’t have total control.
That’s why we need operators like Razor here. But you, you go further
than any of us can."
GREGORY FAIR
"How?"
RAZOR stands and taps GREGORY FAIR’s 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. You’re a freak. A good freak. You’re
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."
GREGORY FAIR
"How did I end up as... 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
shouldn’t be any different from normal, homegrowns."
GREGORY FAIR
"OK, so how do you explain me?"
Trinity
"Not just you. Gabriel, myself. We were all born inside.
GREGORY FAIR
"Well, what separates us from others?"
Trinity
"For the past 50 years or so, something has been happening to children
in the Matrix. They’ve 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 GABRIEL, hanging back as he listens. He comes
forward.
GABRIEL
"And others are able to change the reality of the Matrix itself."
HE points to GREGORY FAIR.
GABRIEL
"Discussing history, are we?"
RAZOR shakes his head.
RAZOR
"I’m trying to teach this fool some programming, man. He’s stuck in
the 20^th century. He’s got no skills, man. Without us, he’s
helpless."
GABRIEL
"In the Matrix, without him, we’re helpless."
Trinity
"Gabriel, can you tell us what the mission is now?"
GABRIEL
"Not until we reach broadcast depth. It’s slow going out there. I
guess they know we’re coming back, so they’re 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. It’s GREGORY FAIR. How he got on the finger of
rock is anyone’s guess.
GREGORY FAIR
"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
"Don’t lose your balance."
GREGORY FAIR
"It doesn’t matter if I do."
Trinity
"So, you can fly."
GREGORY FAIR
"Yes."
Trinity
"Do you think I can?"
GREGORY FAIR
"I think you can do anything you want, if you believe."
Trinity
"Like you?"
GREGORY FAIR
"I don’t know. I don’t know exactly what I can do."
Trinity half turns.
Trinity
"Will you teach me to fly?"
GREGORY FAIR
"I don’t know if I can."
Trinity
"Free your mind of doubt."
GREGORY FAIR stands, and steps in front of Trinity. He’s 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."
GREGORY FAIR
"I won’t let you fall. Ever."
THEY look into each other’s eyes. Despite the trauma they’ve been
through, and not even truly knowing one another, there’s a connection.
GREGORY FAIR suddenly backs away. He walks on the air with perfect traction, as
though he’s 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 GREGORY FAIR,
maintaining her cool even as she eyes the spectacle.
GREGORY FAIR stands a few feet away from her, completely at ease as the high
altitude winds ruffle his hair.
GREGORY FAIR extends a hand to her.
GREGORY FAIR
"It’s not real, Trinity. You’re 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 she’s 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 GREGORY FAIR. Then drops like an anvil.
GREGORY FAIR
"Whoops."
HE dives down, shooting like a missile. Trinity is calm, falling
backwards, watching GREGORY FAIR come for her. The rocky ground looms behind
her. She makes no effort to reach for GREGORY FAIR as he draws close to her. HE
reaches for her with all his might.
GREGORY FAIR
"Grab me!"
Trinity makes no effort to save herself, even as collision is seconds
away. She stares at him intently.
GREGORY FAIR
"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.
GREGORY FAIR
"What the hell were you doing?"
Trinity smiles slightly. Her madness has a purpose.
Trinity
"Showing you, GREGORY FAIR."
GREGORY FAIR
"Showing me what? You nearly gave me a heart attack."
Trinity
"I want you to know how much faith I have in you."
GREGORY FAIR
"Oh. And this requires acts of insanity?"
Trinity smiles. She looks him up and down. She moves intimately close.
"So, you really are Superman."
GREGORY FAIR
"Only when I’m plugged in."
Trinity steps away. GREGORY FAIR grabs her shoulder and turns her to him. He
attempts a
kiss, but she turns her face, letting it land on her cheek.
GREGORY FAIR
"What?"
Trinity looks at him, then up at the sky.
Trinity
"It’s not you. Just, not here."
GREGORY FAIR doesn’t understand. Trinity rolls her eyes.
Trinity
"They’re 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 operator’s
console, feet up, eating. On the screens are patchy images of Trinity
and GREGORY FAIR standing together in the GLADE. It’s like they’re watching a
soap opera.
Trinity and GREGORY FAIR are looking in their direction.
ON THE interface chairs, the bodies of Trinity and GREGORY FAIR lay supine.
EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)
Trinity grabs GREGORY FAIR 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 CIRCA’S shoulder and sighs.
RAZOR
"So romantic."
CIRCA calmly pats his hand and removes it, holding it in front of him.
CIRCA
"I’m sure Mary Palmer will appreciate your mood more than I."
EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)
IN the blue twilight shade, GREGORY FAIR 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 can’t 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
"He’s 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 we’ve 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 GREGORY FAIR, 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."
MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
"Mr. Anderson no longer exists. Our enemy now is the one called...
GREGORY FAIR."
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
"You’ve 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 you’re thinking. What we need is our own GREGORY FAIR..."
JONES
"If it’s possible."
SMITH
"I’ll make it possible."
WE ZOOM in on the grainy photo of GREGORY FAIR’s 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 don’t 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 don’t 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. It’s 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 cop’s lights flare up.
GREGORY
"Oh boy. Stop, stop, let’s 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 cop’s 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 GREGORY’S leg. The COP
bursts out of the door.
COP
"What the hell are you doing?"
GREGORY
"We’ll 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 cruiser’s 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 Gregory’s voice.
GREGORY
"Don’t 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 don’t know. I just thought I’d 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
"You’re 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. We’re 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 doesn’t 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 don’t know. Sometimes it feels like... I’m 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. Can’t you hear it?"
CHANDRA
"What? I don’t 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.
He’s only had time to through on his boots and boxers and grab his
.44. Chandra is dressed only in her underwear and Gregory’s 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 it’s 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, he’s 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
"They’re gone!"
GREGORY is staring down a dark highway.
GREGORY
"Can’t 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. THEY’RE
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 it’s 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 - she’s 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 bike’s 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, it’s 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 cruiser’s body rip over and around
them. The grille and engine block and part of the mangled transmission
remain still against GREGORY’S 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 alive... 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, they’re 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. It’s almost
impossible to make out the individual characters.
CHOI comes up behind RAZOR
CHOI
"Oh my God. What are they - "
RAZOR
"They’re changing the Matrix."
CHOI
"Call Gabriel."
RAZOR patches into GABRIEL’ cabin through the headset.
INT. GABRIEL CABIN
IT’S dark, but quiet classical music can be heard. He’s not in bed
alone. NIOBE’S shaded form can be made out behind him.
GABRIEL sounds awake, but looks anything but. He grabs the buzzing
handset only an arm’s length from him.
GABRIEL
"I’m here."
RAZOR
"Sir, you gotta get down here."
GABRIEL starts dressing as he talks. He puts a reasurring hand on
NIOBE’S shoulder.
GABRIEL
"Proximity alarm?"
RAZOR
"The Matrix, sir. The coding is going nuts."
GABRIEL
"Be right there."
GABRIEL hangs up the phone and jumps into his boots. He turns to
NIOBE as he works.
GABRIEL
"It sounds bad. They’re readjusting quicker than we thought."
NIOBE jumps up and dresses quickly.
NIOBE
"Already?"
GABRIEL
"It appears that they are learning their lessons."
NIOBE shakes her head.
"Gabriel, how much are you going to tell him?"
GABRIEL pauses.
GABRIEL
"Tell GREGORY FAIR? About his predecessors, I suppose?"
NIOBE, dressed, nods.
GABRIEL
"He is the -"
NIOBE puts a finger to his lips.
NIOBE
"Six came before him, Gabriel."
GABRIEL shakes his head slowly.
GABRIEL
"To me, none came before him. The Oracle told me I would find the one.
It is prophecy. You haven’t seen what he can do."
NIOBE
"What if they toughen the Matrix code, like last time?"
GABRIEL
"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
GABRIEL leans over RAZOR and CHOI.
GABRIEL
"Talk to me."
RAZOR
"Not good, boss, I gotta compile a new descrambler."
GABRIEL nods.
GABRIEL
"Do it. We’re at broadcast depth?"
CHOI
"Yes sir."
GABRIEL
"We have to download our mission specs. Move aside, I have to log into
the mainframe."
GABRIEL takes over RAZORS seat. The scrolling code disappears,
replaced by the small words: ZION.dtr1.mnfr4m3 LOGON.
GABRIEL 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, GABRIEL.
MISSION SPECS DOWNLOADING...
DOWNLOADED
LOGOUT COMPLETE
MISSION TYPE: INFILTRATION / DESTRUCTION
TARGET: MATRIX MAINFRAME
GABRIEL’ eyes open slightly when he reads the screen, but he regains
his composure quickly. RAZOR’S mouth drops open, and CHOI starts
cracking up.
CHOI
"The mainframe? Haha. It’s a joke, right Gabriel? Is today April 1^st
?"
NIOBE appears behind them.
NIOBE
"It’s not a joke. We have The One. We must do it now."
RAZOR
"But they’re altering the code already. I can’t even read it yet."
GABRIEL turns and faces them.
GABRIEL
"We have our mission, but it’s up to us to interperate how we’ll do
it."
RAZOR
"Gabriel, there’s more ice in front of that mainframe than there is
in Antarctica. We’ll never cut through it all."
GABRIEL
"You haven’t seen The One in action."
RAZOR looks dubious, and turns to the screens.
GABRIEL
"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. That’s how they killed savior number four,
if I remember right. They cut the signal and trapped him in there."
GABRIEL spins the chair, then stops it. Their faces are inches apart.
GABRIEL
"We don’t 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: GREGORY FAIR
He’s standing at the edge of some equipment on the Main Deck. He’s
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.
GABRIEL
"Morning. Niobe, wake the rest of the crew. Razor, what’s the ETA for
getting us in there?"
RAZOR shakes his head.
RAZOR
"I dunno. Just gimme an hour, I’ll probably have caught up to them."
GABRIEL walks up to GREGORY FAIR.
GABRIEL
"Come with me."
CUT TO:
EXT. 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 CHANDRA’S
feet, clad in Gregory’s boots, up her sun-scorched and scratched legs.
She’s collapsed onto Gregory. He’s 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 FAIR POV
He stars at the horizon and the mirages of water reflecting the
jaundiced yellow sky. In the shimmering distance, a man appears, but
GREGORY FAIR’s lids shut and we see darkness. When he reopens them, the
figure is more clear. It’s 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 FAIR can barely come to his senses as the figure approaches.
CHANDRA doesn’t even wake.
EXT. DESERT
We follow the figure at waist heigh as it approaches GREGORY FAIR. It comes
to a stop just in front of him.
EXT. DESERT ROCK
GREGORY FAIR is fully awake, but he thinks he’s dreaming. He reaches out
and pokes the black-clad leg of the immaculate man standing before him
- a man who doesn’t sweat even in the sauna heat. He looks up, but the
glaring sun obscures the face.
GREGORY FAIR’s voice is raspy as he starts to speak.
GREGORY FAIR
"Oh my God. It’s... The Man."
MAN IN BLACK
"I’ve been searching for you for a long time, my friend."
GREGORY FAIR lowers his head.
MAN IN BLACK
"We need you, GREGORY FAIR."
GREGORY FAIR
"What for?"
MAN IN BLACK
"To save our world."
GREGORY FAIR’S 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.
GREGORY FAIR’S head drops back down. He strokes CHANDRA’S hair.
GREGORY FAIR
"It’s too late. We’re dead."
AGENT SMITH
"Do you want to live?"
GREGORY FAIR
"What for?"
AGENT SMITH
"A better life for all. Life for her. And for you, a chance for
revenge."
GREGORY FAIR 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
"Interested?"
GREGORY FAIR is mystified. Speechless, he drags himself to his feet,
hoisting Chandra, and steps toward the lake.
GREGORY FAIR
"This can’t be real."
HE steps forward, only to have the image recede.
AGENT SMITH
"You this, don’t you?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Yes."
AGENT SMITH
"Will you help us?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Anything."
CU: SMITH extends his hand. GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR 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 doesn’t seem to see SMITH.
GREGORY FAIR, revitalized, looks around at the miracle, and up at the
mystery man.
GREGORY FAIR
"Who the fuck are you?"
SMITH grins devilishly.
AGENT SMITH
"I’m nobody. A Smith. What’s more important, is you. We need you,
GREGORY FAIR."
GREGORY FAIR stares. He pulls CHANDRA ashore and stands to look AGENT SMITH
in the eyes.
GREGORY FAIR
"First you try to kill me. Now you need me."
AGENT SMITH
"Two years ago, GREGORY FAIR, your parents were killed in a terrorist
attack in the heart of the city."
THE words spark something nasty in GREGORY FAIR.
GREGORY FAIR
"So what?"
AGENT SMITH
"The terrorists were led by a certain individual."
GREGORY FAIR
"I know who it was."
AGENT SMITH
"We need you to kill him."
GREGORY FAIR laughs he turns to CHANDRA to check on her. She’s passed out
on the smooth grass.
GREGORY FAIR
"What a bunch of bullshit. The whole government can’t kill him, so how
can I?"
AGENT SMITH
"No one in the government can do what you can."
GREGORY FAIR
"Fuck you."
AGENT SMITH
"I believe we have a deal."
GREGORY FAIR stands and puts his face next to SMITH’S
"You know, I’ve 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 FAIR looks him up and down. He’s got a few inches and
pounds on the smaller agent.
GREGORY FAIR
"What are you gonna do, little man? You looking for a trip to the
fucking hospital? Fuck with me and you’ll be looking for some plastic
surgery, you - "
SMITH delivers a chest punch that sends GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR. He was stunned, but he’s not out of the fight. Not by a
long shot.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 FAIR dodges and bowls him
over, barroom style. With SMITH pinned below him, he slams his palm
downward. SMITH’S head dodges the blow that pummels the ground.
GREGORY FAIR is screaming as he smashes downward with the palms of his
heels. Every blow misses the mark.
GREGORY FAIR
"Mother fucker, what the fu -?"
SMITH bucks up, throwing GREGORY FAIR into the air. He flips onto his back
as GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR in the
forehead with the force of a cannon blast. Momentarily stunned, he
steps back enough for SMITH to perform a roundhouse kick. It’s like a
helicopter blade, smashing into GREGORY FAIR’S head and sending him to the
ground in a heap.
SMITH
"Ready to change your mind?"
CU: GREGORY FAIR
HE can’t 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 FAIR
SMITH
"I can teach you to beat me, you know."
THIS interests GREGORY FAIR.
SMITH
"Help us, and both you and her will be free afterward."
GREGORY FAIR stares at the ground, then gazes past SMITH at CHANDRA.
Finally, he starts to rise. SMITH offers a hand, and GREGORY FAIR takes it.
SMITH
"You know it, don’t you? That there’s more to your world than what you
can see, what you can rationally explain?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Yeah."
SMITH
"I’m going to teach you how to use the powers you can’t even imagine.
But first, you need to learn to fight."
SMITH puts his hand to his earpiece. GREGORY FAIR’S eyes close and his body
SPASMS. He falls to the ground, breathless, and when his eyes open, he
stares up at SMITH.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 FAIR
I know Kung-Fu."
SMITH grins.
INT. COCKPIT (NIGHT)
GABRIEL and GREGORY FAIR 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.
GABRIEL
"We’re deep in their territory."
GREGORY FAIR
"I see that."
GABRIEL stares out at the night, deep in thought. He turns to GREGORY FAIR.
GABRIEL
"Are you rested?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Yes."
GABRIEL
"You know now, that you had predecessors."
GREGORY FAIR
"Yes. I’ve heard things."
GABRIEL
"What types of things?"
GREGORY FAIR
"That there were others, like me, who you thought were going to be
special. But they ended up dead."
GABRIEL nods slowly.
GABRIEL
"It’s true. There were others. And I didn’t tell you right away.
Because you were not ready."
GREGORY FAIR nods.
GABRIEL
"Does this anger you?"
GREGORY FAIR
"I don’t know yet. So much has happened so fast, that I can’t decide
whether or not I’m angry, or dissappointed, or even if I should be."
GABRIEL
"You shouldn’t be, GREGORY FAIR. You are the key in the Oracle’s prophecy.
Everything forseen to come to pass, has, except one thing."
GREGORY FAIR
"What?"
GABRIEL
"The destruction of The Matrix."
GABRIEL looks out into the darkness.
GABRIEL
"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."
GREGORY FAIR
"Can we ask The Oracle."
GABRIEL
"Not in this life."
GREGORY FAIR is confused.
GABRIEL
"No one has heard from her or her priestesses since the day Cypher
turned on us."
GREGORY FAIR is taken aback.
GREGORY FAIR
"But she must have known, if they came to her."
GABRIEL
"Perhaps she did."
GREGORY FAIR shakes his head.
GREGORY FAIR
"I can’t believe it. I don’t know, Gabriel, if I’m prepared for this
war. I’m 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, we’re 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."
GABRIEL grins slyly.
GABRIEL
"Remember, when I told you, that I’ll show you how deep the rabbit
hole goes?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Yes."
GABRIEL
"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, GREGORY FAIR. Lead us down it."
INT. MAIN DECK
GABRIEL, GREGORY FAIR, Trinity, CHOI, and NIOBE are on the chairs as they’re
being JACKED IN by CIRCA and RAZOR.
CUT TO: RAZOR jumps in the operator’s chair, his hands blur over the
touchscreens and keyboard as he drops his crewmates into the Matrix.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"We’re 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 other’s
hands and continue hacking.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"We have the advantage of surprise. They won’t 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 wouldn’t
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, they’re modifying things. Dial ‘0’
for operator."
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
GABRIEL 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.
GABRIEL
"Niobe, you’re the liasion to our operators. GREGORY FAIR, what do you have for
a game plan?"
GREGORY FAIR
"Where is the mainframe?"
GABRIEL
"The Metacortex building."
GREGORY FAIR’s jaw drops.
GREGORY FAIR
"What the fuck? That’s 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
"It’s true, GREGORY FAIR. Metacortex employs humans to write code for the
Matrix."
GREGORY FAIR
"I thought I was working on a fucking database."
GABRIEL
"They keep the left hand from seeing what the right hand is doing.
That’s how an evil system can be made by innocent people. But, that
doesn’t matter."
GREGORY FAIR recovers.
GREGORY FAIR
"How ‘bout this? I just walk up to the Metacortex building and blow it
up?"
CHOI laughs.
CHOI
"What, by power of will?"
GREGORY FAIR nods. CHOI’S smile fades. He looks to the others.
CHOI
"He’s joking right?"
GABRIEL shakes his head.
GABRIEL
"We’ll fan out around the city, keeping an eye out for you. If you’re
able to accomplish this mission, we’ll 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. GABRIEL looks back as GREGORY FAIR, taller than most,
heads down the street.
NIOBE pauses next to him.
NIOBE
"What is it?"
GABRIEL shakes his head.
GABRIEL
"What’s going to happen? If this is it, right now? The end?"
NIOBE
"I can’t even imagine."
HE grins and starts to turn. As he does, his profile matches the
profile on a WANTED poster stuck to the wall. It’s a dark, grainy
picture of him, alongside photos of GREGORY FAIR, and Trinity.
POSTER: INTERNATIONAL TERRORISTS
GABRIEL glances at it, and continues on.
EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET
GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR’s eye.
HOMELESS
"Spare a quarter, buddy?"
GREGORY FAIR shakes his head, but still stares.
ANGLE on the HOMELESS. He mutters something, and reaches into his
shopping cart to open a garbage bag. It’s filled with twenty dollar
bills, thousands of them.
GREGORY FAIR
"How ‘bout a quarter mil?"
THE homeless man is astounded. As he stands, speechless, GREGORY FAIR fades
back into the crowd.
EXT. FOREST GLADE
SMITH and GREGORY FAIR fight in the glade. SMITH is always one step ahead.
HE is a cruel sensei, and doesn’t pull punches. But with every blow
GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR
"Fuck."
SMITH circles him.
SMITH
"Pain is only weakness leaving your body. When you are sufficiently
strong, you will feel no pain."
GREGORY FAIR
"Tell me about what is happening. What’s wrong with the world?"
SMITH
"Get up and fight."
GREGORY FAIR gets to his feet and takes a stance. SMITH stares at him from
a relaxed poise. He slaps at GREGORY FAIR, 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 FAIR
"What do you mean?"
SMITH
"You’re not human, GREGORY FAIR. That’s why you don’t fit in. That’s why
you have certain powers."
GREGORY FAIR takes a swipe. They engage, then push off one another.
GREGORY FAIR
"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. We’re all that stands between law and order, and a
terrorist dictatorship lead by the one called Gabriel."
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 FAIR is starting to believe.
SMITH
"We need you, because you’re 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 FAIR responds. Their fists and kicks are a
fast, then turn into a blur. GREGORY FAIR can’t believe his own actions.
SMITH misses a block, and GREGORY FAIR blows him backward with a chest
punch.
SMITH, recovering, looks up. GREGORY FAIR looks around. CHANDRA is gone.
GREGORY FAIR
"Where is she?"
SMITH stands. From behind his back he produces a baseball sized glass
ball. He tosses it to GREGORY FAIR.
SMITH
"Here."
GREGORY FAIR looks in the ball. It’s a window to an apartment overlooking
the city. Chandra is in bed, waking up.
SMITH
"She doesn’t remember our encounter. She’s fine. Don’t 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, GREGORY FAIR is
walking toward his building.
BROWN
"He’s back."
EXT. FOREST GLADE
SMITH
"I’ll be there. Execute the defense plan."
SMITH turns to GREGORY FAIR.
SMITH
"Come with me. But only watch. You’re not ready to engage in a fight
with the enemy."
GREGORY FAIR
"Why not?"
SMITH
"Because if you haven’t defeated me yet, you won’t defeat them."
SMITH snaps his fingers.
EXT. ROOFTOP
GREGORY FAIR finds himself alone on the top of the MAKARAO hotel,
overlooking METACORTEX PLAZA.
EXT. STREET
The METACORTEX building stands across the street. GREGORY FAIR has been along
this road a thousand times, but in another lifetime.
GREGORY FAIR raises one hand, palm pointed toward the building.
CUT TO: GREGORY FAIR’S POV: The building is a massive tower of glowing
shimmering energy, no more real than a three-dimensional polygon.
EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP
GABRIEL and NIOBE stand atop a building a few blocks away, looking
toward the Metacortex building.
ANGLE on GREGORY FAIR
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 GREGORY FAIR.
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 GABRIEL stare on in amazement as the building collapses,
floor by floor.
NIOBE
"He’s doing it."
GABRIEL
"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 can’t be this easy."
Trinity
"It’s not over yet."
MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
"Not by a long shot."
CU: Trinity’S 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 MAN’S VOICE belongs to AGENT BROWN
CHOI turns, pulling a short weapon from under his coat. It’s boxy,
with a short barrel the size of a soda can. He plants it in the small
of BROWN’S 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
"We’ve stirred up the hornet’s 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
GREGORY FAIR. Tanks rumble in, and the Apaches whirl to a hover. Panicking
civilians rush out of the kill zone.
GREGORY FAIR stands calmly, continuing his work.
EXT. ROOFTOP
GABRIEL 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 GREGORY FAIR. They are nervous
PRIVATE
"This is impossible. What’s 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 GREGORY FAIR’S chest.
CU: GREGORY FAIR
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 GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR, only to
be shredded by his own bullets. A private takes a shot at GREGORY FAIR, and a
bullet slaps into his shoulder. REALIZING what’s happening, he drops
his weapon.
THE SOLDIERS are dropping like flies. The firing quickly subsides.
GREGORY FAIR 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
GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR. 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
HE’S TOO stunned to move. Mouth agape, he can only watch as:
EXT. HELICOPTER
IT’S 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 GREGORY FAIR.
REAL TIME
THE TRACER stops in front of GREGORY FAIR, 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 aren’t 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 protégé?"
AGENT SMITH
"He’s not ready yet. I’ll deal with this myself."
AGENT JONES
"You can’t beat him."
AGENT SMITH
"I’ve been altered. I’m Smith, 2.0."
AGENTS BROWN and JONES look at one another.
CU: SMITH
HE clenches his teeth, as though he’s girding himself for something.
SMITH
"Kill the others. I’ll 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
GABRIEL answers his phone.
INT. MAIN BRIDGE
RAZOR
"They’re about to pull something. Processing power is pouring into the
agent programs and they’re locking onto your 3-D grid displacements.
EXT. ROOF
GABRIEL
"Send through ghosts to confuse their lock."
RAZOR
"Got it."
INT. MAIN BRIDGE
THE GHOST program is loaded. We see 3-D images of Gabriel 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 Smith’s 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 GREGORY FAIR.
EXT. METACORTEX PLAZA
SMITH STANDS, facing GREGORY FAIR, about two fighting distances away.
GREGORY FAIR’s concentration is broken. The METACORTEX building comes to a
shuddering halt.
GREGORY FAIR
"You’re back."
CU: SMITH
He nods.
GREGORY FAIR
"And you have a ponytail now."
AS we concentrate on GREGORY FAIR, and he concentrates on SMITH, we can see
more black suits marching up behind him.
GREGORY FAIR attacks SMITH. SMITH backs away slowly, blocking against a losing
battle and taking hits. Meanwhile, the MEN IN BLACK converge on GREGORY FAIR.
Just as GREGORY FAIR lands a smashing blow on SMITH’S chin, three voices at
once shout:
"HEY!"
GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR in the face, and the third
breaking to the side and putting his toe into GREGORY FAIR’s 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 GREGORY FAIR back, right into the first, bloodied
SMITH. GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR’s body, and kicking him from below, right
up into the chin of his jaw! It snaps GREGORY FAIR’s back with a spray of
blood.
EXT. ROOFTOP
GABRIEL and NIOBE stare on as the fight rages.
GABRIEL grips the edge of the brick wall edge. The stone crumbles
under the tension.
GABRIEL
"We can only watch."
EXT. PLAZA
THE ASSAULT on GREGORY FAIR 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 GABRIEL slows its flight, slows its
flapping, and freezes.
CU: GABRIEL. A pink lightning bolt freezes as it streaks across the
sky, sealing the world’s light in an a light rouge.
EXT. CITY STREET
Near the plaza, panicked civilians slow, and fall to the ground as
though they’re 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
GABRIEL is on the phone
GABRIEL
"What the hell’s going on?"
INT. MAIN DECK
RAZOR
"They’re putting all the coppertops to sleep. They froze the Matrix."
GABRIEL
"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
"Gabriel, look!"
DOWN on the ground below them, there’s 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
GREGORY FAIR reaches back and puts his hands on either side of SMITH’S head. As
he’s being pummeled from the front, he squeezes and screams. His
screams are mixed with SMITH’S. The agent’s head deforms as we’re 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, GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR 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 Smith’s 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: GREGORY FAIR
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
"GREGORY FAIR, leave the Matrix. You know not what you’re doing."
GREGORY FAIR
"Well, is that right?"
HE turns to the METACORTEX building. It’s repairing, growing steel
girders and concrete skin.
GREGORY FAIR’s face darkens.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 GREGORY FAIR’s attack.
EXT. ROOF
GREGORY FAIR sees the building exploding, and runs. He smashes through an
access door.
INT. STAIRWAY
GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR. 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.
GABRIEL and NIOBE stand there, their backs to him.
Without hesitating, he advances on them, blasting away with impunity.
THE BODIES of GABRIEL 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. GABRIEL picks up.
GABRIEL (V.O.)
"Yes."
RAZOR
"They’re hitting your ghosts."
MASSIVE attack of STATIC bursts on the line.
RAZOR
"What the - "
THE LINE goes dead.
EXT. ROOFTOP
GABRIEL looks at the phone and redials. RAZOR comes through, his
voice digitized and distorted.
RAZOR
"They’re cutting comes, get to the access point on Laxe - "
THE line goes dead.
GABRIEL 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. Trinity’S cell rings. She answers silently.
GABRIEL (V.O.)
"Let’s go. Laxe Three."
Trinity
"What about GREGORY FAIR?"
GABRIEL (V.O.)
"We can do nothing to help him. We’ll only get in his way."
THEY leave the room.
INT. LOBBY
GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIRn 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 GREGORY FAIR.
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: GREGORY FAIR
THE SMITHS overwhelm him with sheer numbers. GREGORY FAIR 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 GREGORY FAIR finds himself stepping
up the rubbery mass of corpses. A few more smashed SMITHS fall, morph
back into their stolen forms, and GREGORY FAIR is KNEE-DEEP IN THE DEAD.
He can’t take it. Choking, GREGORY FAIR struggles to free himself. SMITHS climb
up the corpse pile and drop onto him, pounding viciously. GREGORY FAIR 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.
GREGORY FAIR goes berzerk! SCREAMING and fighting, he claws his way out and
surges into the wall of agents. They throw him back, and he can’t 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
GREGORY FAIR struggles to fly, and as he does, he’s pulling a stalagtite of
black suits, clinging like iron filings on a magnet.
CU: GREGORY FAIR
HIS face is wide with fear and shock. He can’t climb anymore, and
looks back down at the mountain of agents he’s 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 GREGORY FAIR, exhausted, tumbles out of the sky. On
his way down through the GREGORY FAIRn light, he passes bodies flying upward
from the concussion. GREGORY FAIR hits the ground, bounces, and lies still,
sprawled, as people drop all around him, piling up, like Satan’s
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, there’s the sound of metal
tapping metal, twice.
Trinity looks in the direction of the sound. GABRIEL 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?"
GABRIEL
"I smell an ambush."
NIOBE
"Me too. Too quiet."
CHOI grips his gun and grimaces.
CHOI
"Too quiet? The world is frozen. I’ll 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
IT’S a sea of the dead. From its center, GREGORY FAIR emerges, soaked in blood,
gagging and gasping for breath. He stumbles over them. Shocked and
crazed, he glimpses the Metacortex building. It’s in one piece again,
unharmed.
He falls against a smashed corporate art sculpture. He picks a cell
phone up from the ground and dials.
GREGORY FAIR
"Gabriel, pick up."
We hear nothing but static. Disgusted, GREGORY FAIR 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.
GREGORY FAIR 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.
GABRIEL
"Go."
CHOI checks his ammo and puts his guns under his coat. There are lots
of people on the streets now. Everyone’s in shock over what happened,
and the columns of smoke rising from the center of the city.
CHOI
"And remember, kids, when you’re 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 haven’t 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 doesn’t even notice the web
of gun harnesses and what looks like a ton of ammunition covering the
inside of the jacket.
WOMAN
" - you’ll tell me why you don’t 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 weren’t lucky."
GABRIEL, 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.
GABRIEL
"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, it’s 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 don’t 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
simultaGREGORY FAIRusly. THEY reach the buildings on the side and NIOBE goes
STRAIGHT UP THE FAÇADE OF THE BUILDING, as Trinity jumps from cover to
cover, cart wheeling through tracer fire and bullets.
ON THE OTHER side of the street, GABRIEL goes straight up the
building façade 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.
GABRIEL 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
ring reaches Trinity’S 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 Trinity’S 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 other’s 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.
GABRIEL, 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.
GABRIEL
"The garage, hurry!"
THEY dive behind a corner as a tank fires. Gabriel 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 Gabriel’ 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 GABRIEL 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."
GABRIEL does so, and the tires squeal again when she releases into
second, then third. In a few seconds they’re 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 isn’t
even time to take a shot until she’s 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.
GABRIEL 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.
GABRIEL grabs the wheel.
GABRIEL
"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 Gabriel
controls the wheel from his awkward spot.
When she opens her eyes again, she grabs the wheel. With BOTH hands.
GABRIEL pulls out his cell and tries the line. It’s still full of
static.
Trinity
"Any luck?"
GABRIEL
"None. They’ve killed city-wide comms."
Trinity
"Then the agents are out of touch with each other."
GABRIEL
"They can’t track us, but that gives them more time to destroy our
exits, and find the Neb. We’ll try the desert. Communications might be
working there still."
Trinity
"What about Niobe?"
GABRIEL
"She knows to meet us there."
EXT. HIGHWAY (MATRIX) - DAY
NIOBE’s 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 FAIR slows from a run. He looks back as police cars and ambulances
race toward the Metacortex building. He can’t shake what he’s just
witnessed. He looks forward, only to run into:
AGENT SMITH
GREGORY FAIR freezes, then bursts into questions.
GREGORY FAIR
"What the fuck just happened?"
SMITH
"We need you, GREGORY FAIR. Will you help us stop this?"
GREGORY FAIR is perplexed. Resolve comes over his face.
GREGORY FAIR
"I can stop this?"
SMITH
"Yes."
GREGORY FAIR
"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.
GREGORY FAIR 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 Oracle’s priestesses, comes out of the
stairwell and recognizes GREGORY FAIR.
PRIESTESS
"GREGORY FAIR."
HE turns and looks at her. She smiles, but as GREGORY FAIR 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."
GREGORY FAIR follows her into the familiar apartment. The windows are covered,
and GREGORY FAIR and the priestess are the only ones there. The Priestess moves
into the dark kitchen.
GREGORY FAIR’s 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. GREGORY FAIR reaches
down and touches it with his fingertips. It’s 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. GREGORY FAIR turns to the kitchen. AGENTS SMITH and JONES appear. They
all draw their .45s.
GREGORY FAIR stands still as they walk up to him and put their guns to his
head.
AGENT SMITH scoffs.
GREGORY FAIR
"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?"
GREGORY FAIR
"I realized, that I can’t destroy you - "
HE nods at SMITH
GREGORY FAIR
" - without destroying the Matrix itself."
SMITH
"You killed me too easy last time."
BROWN
"And if you kill us - "
HE nods at JONES
BROWN
"We’ll only come back like him."
BROWN nods to SMITH.
GREGORY FAIR
"I know."
SMITH breathes deep, and drops his gun. The others follow suit.
SMITH
"So, why don’t you take it all down?"
GREGORY FAIR
"The Matrix?"
SMITH
"Yes."
GREGORY FAIR
"I can. But if I destroy the Matrix, everyone within it will die."
SMITH snorts.
SMITH
"I take it the great Gabriel failed to mention this?"
GREGORY FAIR looks up at him, but his expression doesn’t change.
GREGORY FAIR
"How many people are in it?"
SMITH holsters his weapon. He speaks matter-of-factly.
SMITH
"Six and a half billion."
FOR GREGORY FAIR, the numbers are too huge to imagine.
BROWN scoffs.
BROWN
"Could you destroy us?"
IT’S a serious question for GREGORY FAIR. But he nods. He knows his potential.
GREGORY FAIR
"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?"
GREGORY FAIR
"IF you cut the power that the Matrix supplies to your armies, I’ll
let you live."
SMITH
"Idiot. We don’t care about life, we care about victory."
GREGORY FAIR
"Why?"
JONES
"So our kind... prevails."
GREGORY FAIR
"You mean, lives."
SMITH
"Who do you think started this war, boy? Your kind tried to kill us
first."
BROWN
"But you didn’t. You’re not as tough as you think."
GREGORY FAIR
"We’ll see."
THE three agents, helpless to stop him, watch as he walks for the door
of the apartment. GREGORY FAIR 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.
GREGORY FAIR holds up a hand.
GREGORY FAIR
"Stop! I don’t want to fight you! You’re human!"
GREGORY FAIR doesn’t answer. He smashes a side-kick into GREGORY FAIR’s gut,
doubling him over.
THE kick carries such an impact that a pale concussion wave flashes
past Gregor. It sends GREGORY FAIR crashing out the window.
GREGORY FAIR stands upright and moves to the window, followed by the three
agents. There’s 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 GREGORY FAIR crashes up through the concrete, throwing
the agents away as he embraces GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR in the head.
EXT. ROOFTOP (MATRIX) - DAY
GREGORY FAIR and GREGORY FAIR SMASH through the roof, flying upward, like a missile,
past us.
EXT. SKY (MATRIX) - DAY
CU: GREGORY FAIR
HIS FACE is contorted in rage as he rockets upward. GREGORY FAIR is barely
conscious. Seeing this, GREGORY FAIR stops, and flings GREGORY FAIR’s body violently
earthward.
GREGORY FAIR looks down as the body falls toward the city, thousands of feet
below. He turns away, just as the distant GREGORY FAIR 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 FAIR is like an MX missile
bearing on GREGORY FAIR.
GREGORY FAIR turns just in time to catch BOTH FISTS in his chest. Like a cue
ball striking another billiard, all Gregor’s momentum is transferred
into GREGORY FAIR. Gregor stops dead in the air as GREGORY FAIR is hurtled out of view.
CU: GREGOR
HE is in shock somehow as he sees GREGORY FAIR flying away. He clenches his
fists and flexes his body, then looks down.
WE see the ground, thousands of feet below.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 he’s facing the ground, GREGORY FAIR 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. GREGORY FAIR
slams Gregor, front first, into the concrete sidewalk. They bust
through the sidewalk, into the sewer below.
INT. SEWER (MATRIX) - DAY
GREGORY FAIR stands. Offscreen, we can here choking breaths. GREGORY FAIR 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.
GREGORY FAIR checks the pulse. Finding nothing, he leaps out of the hole.
CU: GREGORY FAIR
HIS eyes blink, and he follows GREGORY FAIR’s departure. Choking, unable to
breath with the rebar through him, he writhes. There’s 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 can’t make it over. He’s 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 GREGORY FAIR. Just as the end of
the steel bar enters his body and we can’t 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
GABRIEL tries his cell again. This time, it reaches the Neb.
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
RAZOR and CIRCA are both operating the consoles.
RAZOR
"Operator."
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"Good to hear you’re still there."
RAZOR
"Jesus, you too. Where the fuck are you?"
GABRIEL
"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
GABRIEL
"I don’t remember an exit there."
RAZOR
"Gimme five minutes."
GABRIEL
"Out."
INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)
RAZOR clears the screen in front of him and cracks his fingers. He
looks at Circa.
CIRCA
"They’re OK?"
RAZOR
"Gotta get ‘em out. They need an exit program."
CU: Keyboard. RAZOR’S 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
GABRIEL’ phone rings. He answers. It’s Razor.
RAZOR
"Exit ready sir."
GABRIEL
"Check the phone for bombs."
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
CIRCA looks over some data and shakes her head.
CIRCA
"It’s clear."
INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
RAZOR (O.S.)
"It’s all set. There’s a pair of cops at the rest stop, though."
GABRIEL
"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 GABRIEL 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.
GABRIEL turns away. NIOBE pulls up on her bike and gets off, slowly,
obviously the ride had been a long one. Trinity joins them. Gabriel
stops.
GABRIEL
"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 something’s wrong. They move, back to back in a triangle,
for the phone booth, weapons draw and looking in all direction at
once.
GABRIEL
"Niobe, you first."
Trinity
"Bullshit, it’s my turn."
NIOBE
"Junior ranks leave first."
Trinity enters the booth as the phone starts ringing.
It’s 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
doesn’t 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)
Trinity’S body spasms violently against her harness as her life signs
go berserk. She’s 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
GABRIEL 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.
GABRIEL throws the guns down and turns to Niobe.
GABRIEL
"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
Trinity’s destroyed body up, placing the phone to her ear.
Trinity’S head merely sags lifelessly to one side.
NIOBE
"Come on! Go through, Trinity! God damnit don’t give up!"
Trinity’S 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
"You’re safe, you’re safe!"
EXT. REST STOP
GABRIEL 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,
Gabriel grabs his gun with both hands. He squeezes off one shot, the
action freeze back on an empty chamber, before Gabriel throws his
hands up in the air
The shot ricochets clips Niobe’s 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 Gabriel 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 Trinity’s interface, but she’s having a seizure.
Circa can barely hold her down as she uses her teeth to rip the cover
off a wicked hypo.
RAZOR
"What’s wrong with her?"
CIRCA
"Her body’s dying but her mind won’t quit."
CIRCA straddles her and plunges the massive needle into her chest.
EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX)
Gabriel and Smith clash in the dust - punches, kicks, and blocks
coming too fast to see. Smith is wailing on Gabriel, but Gabriel
sneaks in a kick that separates them. They take stances a good two
distances away. They’re 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 Gabriel
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 Niobe’s stomach, and her body folds over
unnaturally, as if her back is broken. She crumples to the deck, blood
pouring from her mouth.
GABRIEL screams and brings a hammer blow down on the back of Smith’s
neck, smashing the agent’s face down and imprinting it in the
concrete. For a moment, Smith is still. Gabriel collects Niobe and
runs for the phone booth, which is still ringing.
IT’S 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 Gabriel’ 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 agent’s 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
Gabriel as he pursues the agent. Smith rolls backwards, gains his
footing, and retreats from the swirling blades of death. He turns to
Gabriel:
RAZOR
"Go!"
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
RAZOR is strapped into one of the interface chairs, his eyes closed.
EXT. REST STOP
HALF-DEAD GABRIEL drags NIOBE to the booth.
Behind them, Agent Smith backs away from RAZOR’S dual blades, on long,
one short. Whenever Razor attacks, Smith backs away. They circle one
another.
GABRIEL 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.
SMITH’s back is against the sunset. The sun drops below a cloud.
RAZOR flashes the light off his short blade, directly into Smith’s
eyes, blinding him as he strikes with the long sword.
SMITH, blinded, turns and backs away. RAZOR attacks.
IN the booth, Niobe is gone. GABRIEL hangs up the phone. He can
barely stand up enough to reach the handset. When it rings he picks it
up. But he doesn’t disappear.
GABRIEL
"Reload me."
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
CIRCA
"All right."
SHE punches some keys. GABRIEL’ 3-D avatar flashes on a console,
along with a massive array of weapons.
EXT. BOOTH (MATRIX) - SUNSET
GABRIEL 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 GREGORY FAIR-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 Smith’s
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
doesn’t try to get up.
RAZOR passes GABRIEL, who backs up to the ringing phone booth. Razor
goes through first. GABRIEL 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 Gabriel
step into the booth, and replace the phone.
It rings. One hand on the receiver, Gabriel stares back at Smith.
SMITH stands there, not attempting to pursue. Gabriel 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. He’s lost. He’ll 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 Gabriel.
The rebel answers the phone and disappears, leaving the cop, his body
broken and his mind blown.
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
CIRCA helps GABRIEL off the interface chair. Razor is triumphant.
RAZOR
"Did you see that? We beat him! A fucking agent! He gave up!"
GABRIEL, unflappable, rises and rushes to the operations consoles.
GABRIEL
"Where is GREGORY FAIR?"
CIRCA
"Haven’t heard from him. The city is still cut off from the rest of
the Matrix."
GABRIEL appears enraged. He looks at GREGORY FAIR, supine on his chair.
GABRIEL
"Why does it still exist? Why hasn’t he destroyed it yet?"
RAZOR
"Maybe he can’t."
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. Haven’t locked
onto him since."
GABRIEL
"What? Why not?"
CIRCA
"Call me crazy, but I think he’s masking his own displacement
signature."
RAZOR
"His carrier signal just goes nowhere. But there is data going back
and forth."
GABRIEL 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. It’s obvious Gabriel can handle computers.
GABRIEL
"I found him once. I’ll 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 FAIR 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 it’s a musket ball.
Chandra enters the living room and collapses on the couch. She reaches
points the remote at the TV, but GREGORY FAIR puts his hand over it to get
her attention.
GREGORY FAIR
"So, you really don’t have any idea how you got here?"
CHANDRA
"No. I only remember being on the bike."
GREGORY FAIR sighs.
GREGORY FAIR
"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 don’t own a penthouse."
GREGORY FAIR
"What if I said we did?"
CHANDRA
"I’d say you’re 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 FAIR stares into space.
INT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
GREGORY FAIR sits with his back against a blackened brick wall, staring ahead.
He’s 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.
GREGORY FAIR 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.
GREGORY FAIR puts it to his ear without speaking.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"GREGORY FAIR."
GREGORY FAIR’S grim expression is melted by relief.
GREGORY FAIR
"Gabriel! Holy shit! You won’t believe what happened."
GABRIEL
"I know."
GREGORY FAIR
"I couldn’t do it. Gabriel, there’s a problem."
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
GABRIEL has the headset on. He stands and surveys GREGORY FAIR.
GABRIEL
"Yes, there is a problem. The Matrix exists."
EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
GREGORY FAIR’S relief fades into confusion.
GREGORY FAIR
"I know. I’m sorry."
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"And the problem is..."
GREGORY FAIR
"Uh, it’s impossible. If the Matrix is destroyed, the people within
the system will die. They will all die. There has to be a different
way."
GABRIEL doesn’t respond.
GREGORY FAIR
"Gabriel? Did you know this?"
We hear nothing. GREGORY FAIR can hear his own heart beating. Anger and
confusion add to the already heavy mental burden he carries.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"I didn’t say things would be easy, GREGORY FAIR."
GREGORY FAIR sinks to the ground, shocked. He shakes his head.
GREGORY FAIR
"No."
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
GABRIEL isn’t happy about what he has to tell his protégé, but there
is no bending his will. The others look on soberly.
GABRIEL
"GREGORY FAIR, the Matrix... it’s not real. And it’s up to you to end it."
EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
GREGORY FAIR can’t stand the reality of the situation. He’s coming apart.
GREGORY FAIR
"No, Gabriel, this can’t be! We can’t do this! We have to get the
people out."
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"Even if we could somehow get to them without cutting through their
defenses, there’s no way we can rehabilitate billions of people. They
wouldn’t even want to be woken up."
GREGORY FAIR is silent.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
"You can do it. You can free us."
GREGORY FAIR
"Why me? Why the fuck do I have to do this?"
GABRIEL is silent for a long while.
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
Everyone is watching Gabriel, and no one can quite believe what is
happening.
GABRIEL
"You know what needs to be done. Time is short. Make up your mind. The
only way you’re getting out of the Matrix is through its destruction."
Gabriel kills the connection.
EXT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
GREGORY FAIR hears the line click dead. He can’t believe what has happened.
INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
GABRIEL drops the headset on the operations console. He types a few
commands on the keyboard, then addresses the crew.
GABRIEL
"No one goes in. He’s on his own."
He leaves the main deck.
Trinity stares at GREGORY FAIR 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
GREGORY FAIR 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...