- Finished loading ammunition? - Just about.
Let's move it. We are out of time.
You're not leaving them anything?
He said he didn't need it.
I ain't saying goodbye. I'm saying good luck.
Thank you.
I can only hope you know what you're doing.
Me too.
It was an honor, sir.
No, the honor is still mine.
- We're ready, sir. - About damn time.
We're already late, captain, so let's hit it and hit it hard.
Bye, baby.
Take good care of them.
Ready?
Engine's still firing.
Must be a fuse. I'll check it out.
- I should've known he'd send his bitch first. - Bane.
No one ever got away from me as many times as you did.
Every time, I thought it was the last.
Every time, I was sure we had you, but you'd slip through our fingers.
I really can't express just how aggravating that can be.
What are you talking about?
I think I might enjoy killing you as much as killing him.
Neo, it's Bane. He's psychotic!
You're gonna pay for that.
- Twenty-seven kilometers to go. - We got an emergency.
- What is it, AK? - It's Maggie, sir.
She's dead, murdered. I think it was Bane.
Goddamn it.
I knew it. I knew he was out of his goddamn mind.
He fired that EMP.
Goddamn it, I should have beaten it out of him.
We searched the whole ship, captain. He ain't here.
- I know where he is. - The "Logos".
- We gotta go back. - Too late.
- What if they need our help? - It's too dangerous.
- Why? - Because if he's killed them...
...he'll control another EMP.
At this point, they're on their own. Just like us.
Mr. Anderson.
I see you are as predictable in this world as you are in the other.
- What? - He's out of his mind.
It might appear that way. But Mr. Anderson and I know...
...that appearances can be deceiving.
Confused, Mr. Anderson? It'll all become clear in a moment.
Thank you for bringing me the gun. You can set it down there.
Don't do it.
- Shoot. Shoot now. - Yes, shoot. Fry us. Burn us alive.
Do it. If you don't, he'll kill us both.
Look at him. He knows he should do it, but he won't.
- He can't. - Do it.
Back away from the gun and turn around.
Let her go.
Somehow familiar, isn't it?
We've been here before, you and I, remember?
I do. I think of nothing else.
- Who are you? - Still don't recognize me?
I admit, it is difficult to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat.
The stink of it filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can't escape.
Disgusting.
Look at how pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive.
- What do you want? - I want what you want.
Yes. That's it, Mr. Anderson.
Look past the flesh.
Look through the soft gelatin of these dull cow eyes and see your enemy.
- No. - Oh, yes, Mr. Anderson.
- It can't be. - There's nowhere I can't go.
There is nowhere I won't find you.
- It's impossible. - Not impossible.
Inevitable.
Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.
This is it. It's gotta be.
Oh, no.
I wish you could see yourself, Mr. Anderson.
Blind messiah.
You're a symbol for all of your kind, Mr. Anderson.
Helpless.
Pathetic.
Just waiting to be put out of your misery.
I can see you.
It's not over, Mr. Anderson.
It's not over.
- Trinity! - Neo.
Neo.
Oh, no. Your eyes.
I'll be okay.
It's all right, Trin.
But I think you're gonna have to drive.
Seismic's projecting 22 minutes to breach.
They can't know we don't have an EMP. They'll have to attack in waves.
Concentrate our offense on the diggers. Order the APUs into position.
Yes, sir.
Come on, move.
All right!
This is it.
Now, you all know me, so I'll just say this as simple as I can.
If it's our time to die, it's our time.
All I ask is, if we have to give these bastards our lives...
...we give them hell before we do!
Yeah!
- You scared, Charra? - Shit, yeah.
But I'll make you a deal.
You keep loading, I keep shooting.
Deal.
- Holy Christ, would you look at that. - Quiet.
- How far to the opening? - 1.4 kilometers.
- We're still generating too hot a field. - Ghost, kill all auxiliary systems.
- Give me full manual. Drop down four pads. - It'll bottom out.
- Easy, baby. - Seven hundred meters.
If we can just get close enough...
Six hundred meters.
There.
Shit!
- Jig's up, here they come. - Give me full power.
Man the gun turrets, every goddamn one of them. Go!
Ghost, you're the best gunner, go with them. Morpheus, take his place.
I'm coming, baby.
Here they come.
- Slow down, this ain't the "Logos". - Hang on to your lunch, Roland, here we go.
Holy Christ, I didn't know this ship could do that.
Breach! The dock is breached!
Knuckle up!
For Zion!
Shit.
Come on, let's go.
Knuckle up!
Reload!
Reload nine!
Go, go! Move, move!
Watch your left!
Don't let them through!
Zuka!
Oh, my God.
Where the hell's my infantry? I want that goddamn machine taken down!
Dig this!
Oh, shit!
- Bogey two at the breach point! - Goddamn it!
Shit, she's got a fat ass.
- Keep them off me! - Christ, there's a shitstorm of them.
- You see that? - They're after the radio. Stop them!
Damn it!
Yeah.
Grab my belt.
Just give me one clean shot.
Damn it!
Charra!
- I got incoming! - We got a dock full of incoming!
- Yes, sir. But this is different, sir. - What?
I think it's one of ours, sir.
- That's impossible. - Holographics are trying to confirm.
Contact them. I want access codes.
We're trying, sir. There's no response.
It's a trick. That's not one of ours, it can't be.
That's a mechanical line. No one can pilot mechanical.
- Forward aft, 30 degrees at 80 percent. - Thirty degrees, 80.
- Lower starboard 60 degrees, 20 percent. - Sixty degrees.
- Shit! Come on, keep up! - I'm trying!
Sir, holographic confirms. It's the "Hammer", sir.
How can that be?
It's under attack, sustaining damage.
At its present velocity, it'll reach Gate Three in 12 minutes.
Their EMP could take out every sentinel.
It'd take out more than that. It'll wipe out our defense system.
We blow an EMP inside, we lose the dock.
Sir, we already lost the dock.
Open the gate.
Gate Three is not responding! We've taken critical damage, sir!
We've lost control! We can't open it!
There's the exit.
On my mark, give me full power 90 degrees to lower-left starboard.
Full power...
...ninety degrees.
Now!
Hold on, baby.
Goddamn, woman, you can drive.
We ain't home yet. What about the gate?
Sentinels are inside the dock.
Are we too late?
- How many APUs are operational? - Thirteen, sir.
Get me the one closest to Gate Three.
Reload!
He's pissing metal.
Go!
Heads up! They're coming around!
Behind you!
It's jammed!
Forget it, kid! Get out of here!
Got it!
Captain Mifune.
Oh, no.
They're coming.
The "Hammer".
What?
You have to open that gate.
Cut the counterweights.
You can do it.
Hurry. There's no time.
Captain...
...I didn't finish the training program.
Neither did I.
- Lock that down! - Kill the feeder!
We won't make it. We gotta blow the EMP now.
Come on, someone, please.
Keep the weight forward.
Light as a feather.
Holographic reports Captain Mifune's APU is up and moving to Gate Three.
Don't over-squeeze the trigger.
Mifune's APU just reached Gate Three.
- How much time? - Two minutes to impact.
- Captain Mifune, do you copy? - I think his radio is down, sir.
Mifune...
...this is Lock.
I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can...
... the "Hammer"'s two minutes away.
You've got two minutes, captain, to get that gate open.
Link.
Get to the main deck! Charge the EMP!
Do it, kid.
Neo. I believe.
- Yes! - Can we make it?
We ain't come this far.
Almost home, almost home.
Burn it, Link!
- You did it. - No.
We did it.
You're a hell of a pilot.
Some things in this world never change.
But some things do?
Luckily...
...some things do.
Link!
- Zee? Zee! - Link!
I knew you'd come. I knew it.
I made a promise.
You did wear it.
Are you kidding? I'm never gonna take it off.
Three captains, one ship.
I'll assume the other ships were lost under equally pointless circumstances.
Good to see you too, Jason.
The Council's waiting to hear an explanation.
Forgive me for not attending, but I have to try to salvage this debacle.
Did I miss something? I thought we saved the dock.
That's the problem with you people.
You can't think but five minutes in front of you.
That EMP knocked out almost every piece of hardware and every APU.
If I were the machines, I'd send every sentinel here now.
Save the dock, captain? You handed it to them on a silver platter.
Come on, get it cut.
The bridge is clear.
Do you hear that?
Get that cable run!
- I want the system back online! - It's the dock. They've got incoming.
Order everyone to fall back.
Seal the shaft. Now.
Move it!
Oh, my God.
- All clear. - Do it.
- Go! Come on! Run! - Go!
Your move.
So you gave them your ship?
- That is correct, councillor, I did. - Knowing what he planned to do with it?
The Oracle said nothing of this?
She told me Neo would need my help, and I would choose to help him or not.
But what hope can a single vessel have against their entire defense system?
None. It's completely impossible. But he wouldn't listen.
He wouldn't even take any ammunition. He was totally out of his goddamn mind.
No, he wasn't.
Neo is doing what he believes he must do.
I don't know if what he's doing is right. I don't know...
...if he'll reach the machine city.
And if he does, I don't know what he can do to save us.
But I do know that as long as there is a single breath in his body...
...he will not give up.
And neither can we.
Temperature's dropping.
Here we go.
We're over the fields, aren't we?
How do you know that?
I can feel them.
Over there.
There's our path. Can you see it? Three lines.
Power lines.
Follow them.
What are they doing?
I don't know.
Lieutenant?
Goddamn it.
What do we do now?
It is now a matter of time.
The machines will breach the walls of this city.
I recommend that the Council join the other non-military personnel inside the temple.
How long do we have?
Two hours. Maybe less.
My men have fortified the entrance with enough artillery to make our last stand.
Beyond that, there isn't anything more I can do.
Commander, do you think that we have any chance of surviving?
If I were you, I wouldn't ask me that question.
I would ask him.
- Why? - He's the one who believes in miracles.
There. Those mountains.
That's it.
- Do you see what's out there? - Yes.
If you tell me we'll make it, I'll believe you.
We'll make it.
We have to.