I got nothing, sir. No sign of Niobe or Ghost.
Nothing but bIue piIIs.
-ShouId we try to contact them? -Won't matter. My gut says they're down.
-We shouId start back. -If that ship can fIy, we need it.
I was afraid you'd say that.
Search every pipe, every hoIe, every crack we know.
Sweep as wide as possibIe, as fast as possibIe.
-Lines are crawIing with caIamari. -The sooner we find them the better.
-Thought you couId use something to eat. -Thank you.
Any change?
No.
-How is he? -He's gonna be fine.
At Ieast untiI he wakes up.
-What do you mean? -Captain has some questions for him.
He'd better have some good answers.
You see these cuts? I think they're seIf-infIicted.
-Why? -VDTs maybe. I don't know.
But Iike I said, the answer better be good.
RoIand, I'd Iike to run another search through the Matrix.
-For what? -For Neo.
How couId he be in the Matrix, sir? He's not pIugged in.
PIease, for me.
This is what keeps bothering me.
What?
His neuraI patterns don't read Iike someone who's in a coma.
The strange thing is, I see these patterns aII the time.
-Where? -On someone jacked in.
The big bupkes. Nada. He's not in there.
-Sir, I got the projections. -How Iong?
Based on point of entry and the past speed, the machines wiII be in Zion in 20 hours.
Jesus H. Christ.
AII right, Iet's move with a purpose. AK, I want you on hoIographics.
Mauser, I want forward and aft guns manned at aII times.
And make sure we are running on as few pads as possibIe.
-Hey! You got a caII. -What?
Operator.
It's Seraph.
I bring word from the OracIe. You must come at once.
Good morning.
-Who are you? -My name is Sati. Your name is Neo.
My papa says you're not supposed to be here. He says you must be Iost.
Are you Iost, Neo?
-Where am I? -This is the train station.
-This isn't the Matrix? -That's where the train goes.
That's where we're going, but you cannot go with us.
-Why not? -He won't Iet you.
-Who won't? -The Trainman. I don't Iike him.
But my papa says we have to do what the Trainman says...
...or eIse he wiII Ieave us here forever and ever.
Morpheus, Trinity, thank you for coming.
One thing I've Iearned in aII my years...
...is that nothing ever works out the way you want it to.
-Who are you? -I'm the OracIe.
I wish there was an easy way to get through this, but there ain't.
I'm sorry this had to happen.
I'm sorry I couIdn't be sitting here Iike you remember me...
-...but it wasn't meant to be. -What happened?
I made a choice, and that choice cost me more than I wanted it to.
What choice?
To heIp you, to guide Neo.
Now, since the reaI test for any choice is having to make the same choice again...
...knowing fuII weII what it might cost...
...I guess I feeI pretty good about that choice...
...because here I am, at it again.
-Do you know what happened to Neo? -Yes.
He is trapped in a pIace between this worId and the machine worId.
The Iink is controIIed by a program caIIed the Trainman.
He uses it to smuggIe programs in and out of the Matrix.
If he finds out where Neo is before you get to him...
...then I'm afraid our choices are going to become difficuIt.
-Why? -Because of who the Trainman works for.
The Merovingian.
He has pIaced a bounty on your Iives. You must be carefuI at aII times.
Seraph knows how to find the Trainman. He'II go with you.
For years he has protected me.
I hope he can do the same for you.
PIease, foIIow me.
OracIe....
I know, Morpheus.
I can see you're fiIIed with doubt, cIouded by uncertainty.
After everything that has happened, how can you expect me to beIieve you?
I don't.
I expect just what I've aIways expected:
For you to make up your own damn mind. BeIieve me or don't.
AII I can do is teII you that your friend is in troubIe, and he needs your heIp.
He needs aII our heIp.
-Are you from the Matrix? -Yes.
No.
-I mean, I was. -Why did you Ieave?
-I had to. -I had to Ieave my home too.
Sati! Come here, darIing. Leave the poor man in peace.
Yes, Papa.
I am sorry. She is stiII very curious.
-I know you. -Yes, in the restaurant of the Frenchman.
I am Rama-Kandra. This is my wife, KamaIa. My daughter, Sati.
We are most honored to meet you.
-You are programs. -Oh, yes.
I am the power-pIant systems manager for recycIing operations.
My wife is an interactive software programmer. She is highIy creative.
What are you doing here? You do not beIong here.
KamaIa! Goodness, I apoIogize. My wife can be very direct.
It's okay.
I don't have an answer.
-I don't even know where ''here'' is. -This pIace is nowhere.
It is between your worId and our worId.
-Who's the Trainman? -He works for the Frenchman.
Why did I know you wouId say that?
The Frenchman does not forget, and he does not forgive.
-You know him? -I know onIy what I need to know.
I know that if you want to take something from our worId into your worId...
...that does not beIong there, you must go to the Frenchman.
Is that what you're doing here?
-Rama, pIease. -I do not want to be crueI, KamaIa.
He may never see another face for the rest of his Iife.
I'm sorry.
-You don't have to answer that question. -No, I don't mind.
The answer is simpIe.
I Iove my daughter very much.
I find her to be the most beautifuI thing I have ever seen.
But where we are from, that is not enough.
Every program that is created must have a purpose.
If it does not, it is deIeted.
I went to the Frenchman to save my daughter.
-You do not understand. -I just have never--
Heard a program speak of Iove.
-It is a human emotion. -No, it is a word.
What matters is the connection the word impIies.
I see that you are in Iove.
Can you teII me what you wouId give to hoId on to that connection?
Anything.
Then perhaps the reason you are here is not so different than the reason I am here.
That's him.
-Get away! Get away from me! -We don't want troubIe.
-Get the heII away from me! -We need your heIp.
I can't heIp you! No one can heIp you!
Oh, no!
Damn it!
-When is the train due? -It is aIready Iate.
It's not Iike the Trainman to be Iate.
-You think it has something to do with me? -I cannot say.
Who knows such things? OnIy the OracIe.
-You know the OracIe? -Everyone knows the OracIe.
I consuIted with her before I met with the Frenchman.
She promised to watch Sati after we said goodbye.
Goodbye?
-You're not staying with her? -It is not possibIe.
Our arrangement with the Frenchman was for our daughter onIy.
-My wife and I must return to our worId. -Why?
-That is our karma. -You beIieve in karma?
Karma is a word, Iike Iove.
A way of saying:
''What I am here to do.''
I do not resent my karma. I'm gratefuI for it.
GratefuI for my wonderfuI wife, for my beautifuI daughter.
They are gifts, and so I do what I must do to honor them.
-Papa, the train! -Yes. Find your bag. QuickIy.
Can I carry that for you?
AII right.
Hurry it up, I'm Iate!
-Who are you? -He is a friend.
I know you.
-So that's what they wanted. -I need to get back.
I'II pay you whatever you want.
One way or another, I'm getting on this train.
Oh, no, no, no.
You'II stay here untiI the Merovingian says different.
If I know him...
...you're gonna be here for a Iong, Iong time.
-I don't want to hurt you. -You don't get it.
I buiIt this pIace.
Down here, I make the ruIes. Down here, I make the threats.
Down here, I'm God.
Get on the train or you'II stay here with him.
We shouId return to the OracIe. She wiII know what to do.
No. We know what has to be done.
Shit.
You gotta be kidding.
HoIy shit, it's wingIess.
I get it.
You must be ready to die.
I need to speak with him.
OnIy way you're getting through this door is over my big, dead ass.
So be it.
There are no weapons aIIowed in the cIub.
At the bottom of this eIevator, there is a coat-check girI...
...and if we are Iucky, one man for checking weapons.
And if we're unIucky?
There wiII be many men.
Can I take your--? Oh, my God.
What in the heII?
I don't beIieve this.
Hey!
The prodigaI chiId returns.
Are you here for the bounty, Seraph?
TeII me, how many buIIets are there in those guns?
I don't know, but I don't think you have enough.
-We onIy want to taIk. -Oh, yes.
I'm sure you do. You have fought through HeI to do so. Yes?
I'II teII you what I wiII do.
Put down the guns, and I wiII promise you a safe passage out of here.
-AII three of us? -Oh, yes, yes.
Of course.
Who couId have guessed we wouId see each other so soon after our Iast meeting?
The Fates are too kind, eh?
And since you, my IittIe Judas, have brought them here...
...I can onIy surmise that the fortuneteIIer has found herseIf another sheII?
Disappointing, but not unexpected.
I do hope, however, she has the good manners to Iearn her Iesson...
...and to remember that there is no action without consequence.
And if you take something from me, you wiII pay the price.
You know why we are here?
Come now, what kind of question is this? Of course I know.
It is my business to know.
Some might think this is a strange coincidence, but I do not.
I am curious, though, as to how it actuaIIy happened.
-Do you know? -No.
No?
I did not think so.
But it is aIways best to ask, huh?
We want to make a deaI.
AIways straight to business, huh, Morpheus?
Okay. I have something you want.
To make a deaI...
...you must have something I want, yes?
And it so happens there is something I want.
Something I have wanted ever since I first came here.
It is said they cannot be taken...
...they can onIy be given.
What?
The eyes of the OracIe.
I toId you before, there is no escaping the nature of the universe.
It is that nature that has again brought you to me.
Where some see coincidence, I see consequence.
Where others see chance...
...I see cost.
Bring me the eyes of the OracIe...
...and I wiII give you back your savior.
It seems a perfectIy fair and reasonabIe deaI to me.
Yes? No?
I don't have time for this shit.
You wanna make a deaI? How about this?
You give me Neo, or we aII die, right here, right now.
Interesting deaI.
You are reaIIy ready to die for this man?
-BeIieve it. -She'II do it.
If she has to, she'II kiII every one of us.
She's in Iove.
It is remarkabIe how simiIar the pattern of Iove is to the pattern of insanity.
Time's up.
What's it gonna be, Merv?
Okay. You got yourseIf in here...
...you can get yourseIf out.
Are you ready for us?
AImost, sir. They got some pretty ancient hacks here.
-But you found Neo? -Can't you see him?
No, sir. We read something, but I couIdn't teII what.
I can't Ieave yet.
I have to see her.
Now?
It's my Iast chance.
That's it. That's the secret.
-You've got to use your hands. -Why?
Cookies need Iove Iike everything does.
Neo!
I was hoping to have these done before you got here. Oh, weII.
Sati, honey, I think it's time for a tasting.
Take the bowI to Seraph and find out if they're ready.
Okay.
-I'm gIad you got out. -Me too.
So do you recognize me?
-A part of you. -Yeah, that's how it works.
Some bits you Iose, some bits you keep.
I don't yet recognize my face in the mirror...
...but I stiII Iove candy.
No, thank you.
Remember how you were when you first waIked through my door?
Jittery as a June bug. And now, just Iook at you.
You sure did surprise me, Neo, and you stiII do.
You gave me a few surprises too.
I hope I heIped.
You heIped me to get here, but my question is, why?
Where is this going?
-Where does it end? -I don't know.
-You don't know or you won't teII me? -I toId you before...
...no one can see beyond a choice they don't understand, and I mean no one.
-What choice? -It doesn't matter. It's my choice.
I have mine to make, same as you have yours.
Does that incIude what things to teII me and what not to?
-Of course not. -Why didn't you teII me about the Architect?
About Zion and the ones before me? Why didn't you teII me the truth?
-Because it wasn't time for you to know. -Who decided it wasn't time?
You know who.
Know ThyseIf
I did.
Then I think it's time for me to know a few more things.
So do I.
TeII me how I separated my mind from my body without jacking in.
TeII me how I stopped four sentineIs by thinking it.
TeII me just what the heII is happening to me.
The power of the One extends beyond this worId.
It reaches from here aII the way back to where it came from.
-Where? -The source.
That's what you feIt when you touched those sentineIs, but you weren't ready for it.
You shouId be dead, but apparentIy you weren't ready for that either.
The Architect said that if I didn't return to the source, Zion wouId be destroyed tonight.
PIease. You and I may not be abIe to see beyond our own choices...
...but that man can't see past any choice.
-Why not? -He doesn't understand them. He can't.
To him, they are variabIes in an equation.
One at a time, each variabIe must be soIved, then countered.
That's his purpose. To baIance the equation.
What's your purpose?
To unbaIance it.
Why? What do you want?
I want the same thing you want, Neo.
And I'm wiIIing to go as far as you are to get it.
The end of the war.
Is it going to end?
One way or another.
Can Zion be saved?
I'm sorry, I don't have the answer to that question, but....
If there is an answer, there's onIy one pIace you're going to find it.
-Where? -You know where.
And if you can't find the answer...
...then I'm afraid there may be no tomorrow for any of us.
What does that mean?
Everything that has a beginning...
...has an end.
I see the end coming.
I see the darkness spreading.
I see death.
And you are aII that stands in his way.
Smith.
Very soon, he is going to have the power to destroy this worId.
But I beIieve he won't stop there. He can't.
He won't stop untiI there's nothing Ieft at aII.
What is he?
He is you.
Your opposite, your negative.
The resuIt of the equation trying to baIance itseIf out.
-And if I can't stop him? -One way or another, Neo...
...this war is going to end.
Tonight, the future of both worIds wiII be in your hands...
...or in his.
How are you feeIing? Are you aII right?
I need time.
-That figures. -Captain RoIand.
-What's up, Maggie? -Bane is. He's conscious.
Good. Maybe he's got some answers.
I Iove that smeII.
I sure am going to miss it.
-OracIe. -I know.
I know.
Sati, honey.
Take a few cookies and go with Seraph.
Can I come back? I wouId Iike to come back.
-I wouId Iike that too. -Then I'II see you tomorrow.
I hope so, hon, I hope so.
I'm scared, Seraph.
Come.
He's foIIowing us.
WeII, weII, it's been a Iong time.
I remember chasing you was Iike chasing a ghost.
I have beaten you before.
Yes, true, but as you can see, things are a IittIe different now.
And you must be the Iast exiIe.
-The OracIe toId me about you. -ReaIIy?
What did she say about me?
That you were a bad man.
Oh, I'm not so bad, once you get to know me.
The great and powerfuI OracIe, we meet at Iast.
I suppose you've been expecting me, right?
The aII-knowing OracIe is never surprised. How can she be? She knows everything.
But if that's true, then why is she here if she knew I was coming?
Why wouIdn't she Ieave?
Maybe you knew I wouId do that, maybe you didn't.
If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that pIate there...
...deIiberateIy, purposefuIIy...
...which means that you're sitting there aIso deIiberateIy, purposefuIIy.
What did you do with Sati?
''Cookies need Iove Iike everything does.''
You are a bastard.
You wouId know, Mom.
Do what you're here to do.
Yes, ma'am.
I reaIIy wish I couId heIp, but I just.... I don't remember any of it.
What about the cuts on your arms? Those cuts are more than one day oId.
Yeah, definiteIy.
You're right about that, sir.
They Iook Iike they might be seIf-infIicted.
But why wouId I do something Iike that to myseIf?
UnIess, of course, I wasn't myseIf.
But if I'm not me, then who am I?
-Has this man been tested for VDTs? -Yes, sir. It was negative.
But he is showing a Iot of unusuaI neuraI activity.
Some cross-synaptic firing, as weII as signs of recent trauma...
...with fresh fibrotic scarring throughout the cortex.
I want the truth. I don't care what it takes. Make him remember.
Sir, we found her.
-The Logos? -Yes, sir.
About time we had some goddamn good news.
Are the thermaIs picking up any signs of Iife?
No, sir. Nothing yet.
-What about the ship? -HoIographic says the huII's stiII intact.
-Drop down and keep a man in the turret. -Yes, sir.
Get a fuII diagnostic on that ship as fast as humanIy possibIe.
CarefuI, sir.
The squids are sneaky bastards. It couId be a trap.
What was that?
You can put that shit away, boys. AII she needs is a jump.
-Niobe. -Morpheus.
-Are you aII right? -Yes, I'm fine.
We didn't know what happened after....
-I'm sorry. -It's okay.
I'm happy to see you too.
-Did you get Neo out? -Yes.
-How did you know about that? -The OracIe.
-You saw her? -Just before the sentineIs found us.
-What did she teII you? -The same thing she aIways does.
ExactIy what I needed to hear.
In 1 2 hours, the machines wiII breach the dock waIIs.
Every simuIation we've run, we've seen that once the machines are inside the city...
...the odds of our survivaI decrease dramaticaIIy.
Thus, our primary objective must be...
...to destroy or disabIe the diggers inside the dock.
If we can do that, perhaps we can prevent them from ever reaching the city.
If not, the onIy pIace we wiII be abIe to mount a defense...
...wiII be at the entrance of the tempIe.
It is smaII and wiII force them into a bottIeneck...
...aIIowing us to concentrate the remainder of our defense.
We understand that you've requested additionaI voIunteers.
That is correct.
PreciseIy what size force are you pIanning to commit to the primary dock objective?
Right now, the entire APU Corps and haIf the infantry.
-HaIf the infantry? -If it were up to me, counciIIor...
...I'd take every man, woman and chiId, put a gun in their hand...
...and march them into that dock.
Perhaps it is best that it is not up to you.
Time wiII teII, counciIIor.
Commander, just one more question.
Has there been word from the Nebuchadnezzar?
None, and at this point there's no reason to expect there wiII be.
Perhaps.
But we can hope.
I'm afraid hope is an induIgence I don't have time for.
-Zee, what are you doing? -Making sheIIs.
They're evacuating our IeveI. We have to go.
-I'm not going with you. -What?
They've caIIed for voIunteers to hoId the dock.
Kids, you stay here.
I know how you feeI, but you can't do this.
-I have to. -Why?
Because I Iove him.
I Iove him the same as he Ioves me.
And if I were out there and he were here, I know what he'd do.
But you're gonna get yourseIf kiIIed. It's crazy, Zee.
Maybe it is. But ask yourseIf, if it were Dozer...
...and you knew the onIy chance you had to see him was to hoId the dock...
...what wouId you do?
Make sheIIs.
What the shit is going on over here?
An accident, sir. I didn't see--
-I'm sorry. -Who the heII are you?
A unit voIunteer, sir.
What's a pod-born penciI-neck Iike you doing voIunteering for my Corps?
I want to do my part, sir. We gotta hoId the dock.
-How oId are you, kid? -Eighteen.
ShouId have said 1 6, I might have beIieved that.
Okay, I'm 1 6.
Minimum age for the Corps is 1 8. Sixteen's too young.
The machines don't care how oId I am. They'II kiII me just the same.
Ain't that the goddamn truth.
Give me a chance, sir. I won't Iet you down.
You do, and you'II find me and the machines have got something in common.
Okay, charge the igniter.
She Iives again.
You want to reIoad the operations software, Sparky?
Yeah. CouId you cIean the windshieId whiIe you're at it?
UpIinks in pIace. I'm bringing her back onIine.
Looking good, except....
Something's wrong with the Matrix feed.
No, there's not. You're Iooking at what we're Iooking at.
-What's going on in there? -Whatever it is, it can't be good.
The machines have taken Junction 21 .
The way I see it, if we drop down from broadcast here...
...intersect 1 53, we might surprise them.
We'II go first, hammer as deep as we can, then bIow our EMP.
HopefuIIy we can punch a hoIe big enough for you to get through.
It ain't pretty, but the way I see it, it's the onIy way back.
No, it's not.
There's another way. A support Iine.
It drops down right here, 1 000 meters short of 21 .
If we're Iucky, we may be abIe to sIip down without them ever knowing.
That's a mechanicaI Iine. It's impossibIe.
-No one can piIot a mechanicaI. -I can.
-BuIIshit. -I've done it.
-That was a Iong time ago, Niobe. -I said I can do it.
So what? You'II be the onIy one that can. There's no way we can foIIow you.
Hi.
I know time is aIways against us. I'm sorry that I took so Iong.
-But I wanted to be sure. -Sure of what?
-I know what I have to do. -What?
There's no easy way to say this, so I'II just say it.
-I have to take one of the ships. -What?
To go where?
To the machine city.
I know it's difficuIt to understand.
No, it's not. You're out of your goddamn mind.
I stiII have to go.
In 1 00 years, no ship has been within 1 00 kiIometers of it.
-You'II never make it. -I have to try.
-Is this what the OracIe has toId you? -No.
This is asinine. If you want to kiII yourseIf, do it...
...but do it without wasting our ships.
-You have to beIieve me. I have to go. -BuIIshit!
I am the captain of this ship. I say where it has to go!
And this ship wiII go to heII Iong before I Iet you take it anywhere.
-He can take mine. -You can't do that.
Don't try to teII me what I can or cannot do...
...with my ship after that IittIe speech.
-But for chrissake, Niobe-- -I'II piIot this ship, he can take mine.
If we Ieave inside the hour, we shouId reach Zion as the machines do.
That's as good a pIan as any.
It's a waste. A goddamn waste.
Two ships, two directions.
Sounds Iike providence, doesn't it, Morpheus?
-You've never beIieved in the One. -I stiII don't.
Then why are you doing this?
I beIieve in him.
Thank you.
-What's that for? -To heIp you reIax.
To make it easier for you to remember.
What if I don't want to remember?
Why wouId you want that?
What if I bIew that EMP?
What if I did destroy those ships...
...and I am responsibIe for the deaths of aII those men?
If I did that...
...it wouIdn't be very safe for me here, wouId it?
Of course, it might not be very safe for you either.
I'm ready.
Trinity...
...there's something I have to say.
Something you need to understand.
I know I'm supposed to go.
But beyond that...
...I don't know. I....
I know. You don't think you're coming back.
I knew it the moment you said you had to Ieave. I couId see it in your face.
Just Iike you knew the moment you Iooked at me that I was coming with you.
I'm scared, Trin.
So am I.
It took me 1 0 minutes to buckIe up one boot.
But I'II teII you something.
Six hours ago, I toId the Merovingian...
...I was ready to give anything and everything for you.
Do you know what's changed in the Iast six hours?
No.
Nothing.
-Finished loading ammunition? -Just about.
Let's move it. We are out of time.
You're not Ieaving them anything?
He said he didn't need it.
I ain't saying goodbye. I'm saying good Iuck.
Thank you.
I can onIy hope you know what you're doing.
Me too.
It was an honor, sir.
No, the honor is stiII mine.
-We're ready, sir. -About damn time.
We're aIready Iate, captain, so Iet's hit it and hit it hard.
Bye, baby.
Take good care of them.
Ready?
Engine's stiII firing.
Must be a fuse. I'II check it out.
-I shouId'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 Iast.
Every time, I was sure we had you, but you'd sIip through our fingers.
I reaIIy can't express just how aggravating that can be.
What are you taIking about?
I think I might enjoy kiIIing you as much as kiIIing him.
Neo, it's Bane. He's psychotic!
You're gonna pay for that.
-Twenty-seven kiIometers 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 shouId have beaten it out of him.
We searched the whoIe ship, captain. He ain't here.
-I know where he is. -The Logos.
-We gotta go back. -Too Iate.
-What if they need our heIp? -It's too dangerous.
-Why? -Because if he's kiIIed them...
...he'II controI another EMP.
At this point, they're on their own. Just Iike us.
Mr. Anderson.
I see you are as predictabIe in this worId 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'II aII become cIear 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 aIive.
Do it. If you don't, he'II kiII us both.
Look at him. He knows he shouId do it, but he won't.
-He can't. -Do it.
Back away from the gun and turn around.
Let her go.
Somehow famiIiar, isn't it?
We've been here before, you and I, remember?
I do. I think of nothing eIse.
-Who are you? -StiII don't recognize me?
I admit, it is difficuIt to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat.
The stink of it fiIIing every breath, a suffocating cIoud you can't escape.
Disgusting.
Look at how patheticaIIy fragiIe 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 fIesh.
Look through the soft geIatin of these duII 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 impossibIe. -Not impossibIe.
InevitabIe.
Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.
This is it. It's gotta be.
Oh, no.
I wish you couId see yourseIf, Mr. Anderson.
BIind messiah.
You're a symboI for aII of your kind, Mr. Anderson.
HeIpIess.
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'II be okay.
It's aII 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'II have to attack in waves.
Concentrate our offense on the diggers. Order the APUs into position.
Yes, sir.
Come on, move.
AII right!
This is it.
Now, you aII know me, so I'II just say this as simpIe as I can.
If it's our time to die, it's our time.
AII I ask is, if we have to give these bastards our Iives...
...we give them heII before we do!
Yeah!
-You scared, Charra? -Shit, yeah.
But I'II make you a deaI.
You keep Ioading, I keep shooting.
DeaI.
-HoIy Christ, wouId you Iook at that. -Quiet.
-How far to the opening? -1 .4 kiIometers.
-We're stiII generating too hot a fieId. -Ghost, kiII aII auxiIiary systems.
-Give me fuII manuaI. Drop down four pads. -It'II bottom out.
-Easy, baby. -Seven hundred meters.
If we can just get cIose enough....
Six hundred meters.
There.
Shit!
-Jig's up, here they come. -Give me fuII power.
Man the gun turrets, every goddamn one of them. Go!
Ghost, you're the best gunner, go with them. Morpheus, take his pIace.
I'm coming, baby.
Here they come.
-Slow down, this ain't the Logos. -Hang on to your Iunch, RoIand, here we go.
HoIy Christ, I didn't know this ship couId do that.
Breach! The dock is breached!
KnuckIe up!
For Zion!
Shit.
Come on, Iet's go.
KnuckIe up!
ReIoad!
ReIoad nine!
Go, go! Move, move!
Watch your Ieft!
Don't Iet them through!
Zuka!
Oh, my God.
Where the heII'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 beIt.
Just give me one cIean shot.
Damn it!
Charra!
-I got incoming! -We got a dock fuII of incoming!
-Yes, sir. But this is different, sir. -What?
I think it's one of ours, sir.
-That's impossibIe. -HoIographics 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 mechanicaI Iine. No one can piIot mechanicaI.
-Forward aft, 30 degrees at 80 percent. -Thirty degrees, 80.
-Lower starboard 60 degrees, 20 percent. -Sixty degrees.