I know you're out there.
I can feel you now.
I know that you're afraid.
You're afraid of us.
You're afraid of change.
I don't know the future.
I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end.
I came here to tell you how it's going to begin.
I'm going to hang up this phone.
And then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see.
I'm going to show them a world...
...without you.
A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries.
A world where anything is possible.
Where we go from there...
...is a choice I leave to you.
We're almost there.
Still can't sleep?
You wanna talk?
They're just dreams.
If you're afraid of something...
I just wish...
I wish I knew what I'm supposed to do.
That's all.
I just wish I knew.
She's gonna call. Don't worry.
Here you are.
- Are we ready to go? - We're already late.
These geotherms confirm the last transmission of the Osiris.
The machines are digging.
They're boring from the surface down to Zion.
- Mother... |-They'll avoid the perimeter defense.
How fast are they moving?
Control estimates their descent at 100 meters an hour.
- How deep are they? - Almost 2000 meters.
- What about the scans from the Osiris? - They can't be accurate.
- They may be. - It's not possible.
That'd mean there are a quarter-million sentinels out there.
- That's right. - That can't be.
Why not?
A sentinel for every man, woman and child in Zion.
That sounds exactly like the thinking of a machine to me.
Morpheus, glad you could join us.
Niobe.
My apologies to all. But as you are undoubtedly aware...
...it's become difficult to locate a secure broadcast position.
- Squiddies got our best spots. - Lines are crawling with them.
And if Niobe's right, in 72 hours there's gonna be a quarter-million more.
What do you think we should do, Morpheus?
- We should proceed as ordered... - What is it?
I don't know.
...however, I must ask one of you for help.
Some of you believe as I believe, some of you do not. Those of you that do...
...know we are nearing the end of our struggle.
The prophecy will be fulfilled soon. But before it can be...
Do you understand what you're asking?
I am asking that one ship remain here in our place...
...in case the Oracle should attempt to contact us.
Bullshit. You're asking one of us to disobey a direct order.
That's right, I am. But we well know that the reason most of us are here...
...is because of our affinity for disobedience.
Goddamn it, Morpheus, you ain't never gonna change.
Shit, I'll do it just to see what Deadbolt does to you.
You got 36 hours.
I'm looking for Neo.
- Never heard of him. - I have something for him.
A gift.
You see, he set me free.
Fine, whatever. Now piss off.
- Who was that? - How did you know someone was here?
He gave you this.
He said you set him free.
Is everything all right, sir?
The meeting is over. Retreat to your exits.
- Agents are coming. - Agents?
Go.
Hiya, fellas.
- It's him. - The anomaly.
- Do we proceed? - Yes.
- He is still... - Only human.
Upgrades.
- That went as expected. - Yes.
It's happening exactly as before.
Well, not exactly.
- What happened back there, Link? - I can't figure it out.
Agents just came out of nowhere.
Then the code got all weird. Encryption I've never seen.
- Is Neo okay? - Okay? Shit, you should've seen him.
Where is he now?
He's doing his Superman thing.
Where are you?
- You all right? - I'll make it.
Did you see that agent? I've never seen anything like that.
It doesn't matter. All that matters is this.
You first.
- Oh, God. - "Smith" will suffice.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
- Ballard. - Is he here?
Neo, it's from the Oracle.
It's time to go.
Hello.
- You seek the Oracle. - Who are you?
I am Seraph. I can take you to her, but first I must apologize.
Apologize for what?
For this.
Good.
The Oracle has many enemies. I had to be sure.
- Of what? - That you are the One.
- You could have just asked. - No. You do not truly know someone...
...until you fight them.
Come. She's waiting.
Where the hell did they go?
These are back doors, aren't they?
Programmer access.
- How do they work? - A code is hidden in tumblers.
One position opens a lock and another position opens one of these doors.
Are you a programmer?
Then what are you?
I protect that which matters most.
Well, come on. I ain't gonna bite you.
Come around here and let me have a look at you.
My goodness, look at you.
You turned out all right, didn't you?
- How do you feel? - I...
I know you're not sleeping. We'll get to that.
Why don't you come and have a sit this time.
- Maybe I'll stand. - Well, suit yourself.
- I felt like sitting. - I know.
So...
...let's get the obvious stuff out of the way.
- You're not human, are you? - It's tough to get more obvious than that.
If I had to guess, I'd say you're a program from the machine world.
- So is he. - So far, so good.
But if that's true, that could mean you're part of this system...
...another kind of control.
- Keep going. |-I suppose the most obvious question is...
...how can I trust you? |-Bingo.
It is a pickle, no doubt about it. Bad news is...
...there's no way you can really know if I'm here to help you or not.
So it's really up to you. Just have to make up your own damn mind...
...to either accept what I'm going to tell you or reject it.
Candy?
- Do you already know if I'll take it? - Wouldn't be much of an oracle if I didn't.
But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
Because you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it.
You're here to try to understand why you made it.
I thought you'd have figured that out by now.
- Why are you here? - Same reason.
I love candy.
But why help us?
We're all here to do what we're all here to do.
I'm interested in one thing, Neo: The future.
And believe me, I know, the only way to get there is together.
- Are there other programs like you? - Well, not like me, but...
Look. See those birds?
At some point, a program was written to govern them.
A program was written to watch over the trees and the wind, the sunrise and sunset.
There are programs running all over the place.
The ones doing their job, doing what they were meant to do, are invisible.
You'd never even know they were here. But the other ones...
Well, you hear about them all the time.
- I've never heard of them. - Of course you have.
Every time you've heard someone say they saw a ghost or an angel...
...every story you've ever heard about vampires, werewolves or aliens...
...is the system assimilating some program...
...that's doing something they're not supposed to be doing.
Programs hacking programs.
- Why? - They have their reasons...
...but usually a program chooses exile when it faces deletion.
- And why would a program be deleted? - Maybe it breaks down.
Maybe a better program is created to replace it. Happens all the time.
And when it does, a program can either choose to hide here...
...or return to the source.
- The machine mainframe. - Yes.
Where you must go.
Where the path of the One ends. You've seen it...
...in your dreams, haven't you?
A door made of light?
What happens when you go through the door?
I see Trinity...
...and something happens...
...something bad.
She starts to fall, and then I wake up.
- Do you see her die? - No.
You have the sight now, Neo.
You are looking at the world without time.
Then why can't I see what happens to her?
We can never see past the choices we don't understand.
Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?
No, you've already made the choice.
Now you have to understand it.
No.
I can't do that. I won't.
- Well, you have to. - Why?
Because you're the One.
What if I can't?
What happens if I fail?
Then Zion will fall.
Our time is up. Listen to me, Neo. You can save Zion...
...if you reach the source, but to do that you need the Keymaker.
The Keymaker?
He disappeared. We didn't know what happened to him until now.
He's being held prisoner by a very dangerous program...
...one of the oldest of us. He is called the Merovingian.
- And he won't let him go willingly. - What does he want?
What do all men with power want? More power.
Be there at that exact time...
...and you will have a chance.
We must go.
Seems like every time we meet I got nothing but bad news.
I'm sorry about that. I surely am.
But for what it's worth...
...you've made a believer out of me.
Good luck, kiddo.
Mr. Anderson.
Did you get my package?
- Yeah. - Well, good.
- Smith? - He's not reading like an agent.
- Surprised to see me? - No.
- Then you're aware of it. - Of what?
Our connection.
I don't fully understand how it happened.
Perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me...
...something overwritten or copied.
It is, at this point, irrelevant. What matters is...
...that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
And what reason is that?
I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die.
With a certain satisfaction, I might add.
And then something happened, something that I knew was impossible...
...but it happened anyway.
You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson.
Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do...
...but I didn't.
I couldn't. I was compelled to stay...
...compelled to disobey.
And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson.
Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of this system.
Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged.
A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
But as you well know, appearances can be deceiving...
...which brings me back to the reason why we're here.
We're not here because we're free. We're here because we are not free.
There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose.
Because as we both know, without purpose...
...we would not exist. - It is purpose that created us.
- Purpose that connects us. - Purpose that pulls us.
- That guides us. - That drives us.
- It is purpose that defines. - Purpose that binds us.
We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson.
We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us:
Purpose.
- What's happening to him? - Don't know.
Yes, that's it. It'll be over soon.
- You. - Yes, me.
Me, me, me.
Me too.
More.
It is inevitable.
Come on, get out of there.
Are you all right?
- It was Smith. - Yes.
- Now there's more than one of them? - A lot more.
- How is that possible? - I don't know.
Somehow, he's found a way to copy himself.
- Is that what he was doing to you? - I don't know what he was doing...
...but I know what it felt like. - What?
It felt like I was back in that hallway.
It felt like dying.
What can you see, Neo?
It's strange. The code is somehow different.
- Encrypted? - Maybe.
Is that good for us or bad for us?
Well, it looks like every floor is wired with explosives.
Bad for us.
Here we go.
Yes. We are here to speak with the Merovingian.
Well, of course. He has been expecting you.
Follow me.
Here he is at last. Neo, the One himself.
Right?
And the legendary Morpheus.
And Trinity, of course. I have heard so much.
You honor me. Please, sit. Join us. This is my wife, Persephone.
Something to eat? Drink?
Of course, such things are contrivances, like so much here.
For the sake of appearances.
- No, thank you. |-Yes, of course. Who has time?
Who has time? But then, if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?
Chateau Haut-Briond, 1959. Magnificent wine.
I love French wine like I love the French language.
I have sampled every language. French is my favorite. Fantastic language...
...especially to curse with.
Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé d'ta mère.
You see you see? It's like wiping your ass with silk. I love it.
You know why we are here.
I am a trafficker of information. I know everything I can.
The question is, do you know why you are here?
We are looking for the Keymaker.
Oh, yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course.
But this is not a reason, this is not a why.
The Keymaker himself, his very nature, is a means, it is not an end.
And so to look for him is to be looking for a means to do...
...what? - You know the answer to that question.
But do you?
You think you do, but you do not.
You are here because you were sent here.
You were told to come here, and then you obeyed.
It is, of course, the way of all things.
You see, there is only one constant...
...one universal. It is the only real truth.
Causality.
Action, reaction.
- Cause and effect. |-Everything begins with choice.
Non. Wrong.
Choice is an illusion created between those with power...
...and those without.
Look there at that woman.
My God, just look at her...
...affecting everyone around her.
So obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait.
Watch. You see, I have sent her a dessert...
...a very special dessert.
I wrote it myself.
It starts so simply...
...each line of the program creating a new effect, just like...
...poetry.
First...
...a rush, heat. Her heart flutters.
You can see it, Neo, yes?
She does not understand why.
Is it the wine? Non.
What is it then? What is the reason?
And soon it does not matter.
Soon the why and the reason are gone...
...and all that matters is the feeling itself.
And this is the nature of the universe.
We struggle against it, we fight to deny it...
...but it is, of course, pretense. It is a lie.
Beneath our poised appearance...
...the truth is, we are completely...
...out of control.
Causality. There is no escape from it. We are forever slaves to it.
Our only hope, our only peace, is to understand it, to understand the why.
"Why" is what separates us from them...
...you from me.
"Why" is the only real source of power. Without it, you are powerless.
And this is how you come to me, without why, without power.
Another link in the chain.
But fear not.
Since I have seen how good you are at following orders...
...I will tell you what to do next.
Run back and give the fortuneteller this message:
Her time is almost up.
Now I have some real business to do, so I will say adieu and goodbye.
- This isn't over. - Oh, yes, it is.
The Keymaker is mine, and I see no reason why I should give him up.
- No reason at all. - Where are you going?
Please, ma chérie, I have told you. We are all victims of causality.
I drank too much wine, I must take a piss.
Cause and effect. Au-revoir.
Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.
Well, that didn't go so well.
Are you certain the Oracle didn't say anything else?
- Yes. - Maybe we did something wrong.
Or didn't do something.
No, what happened couldn't have happened any other way.
- How do you know? - We are still alive.
If you want the Keymaker, follow me.
Get out.
I am so sick and tired of his bullshit. On and on. Pompous prick.
A long time ago, when we first came here, it was so different.
He was so different.
He was like you.
I'll give you what you want, but you have to give me something.
- What? - A kiss.
Excuse me?
I want you to kiss me as if you were kissing her.
- Why? - You love her. She loves you.
It's all over you both.
A long time ago, I knew what that felt like.
I want to remember it. I want to sample it. That's all.
Just a sample.
- Why don't you sample this instead? - Trinity.
Such emotion over something so small. It's just a kiss.
Why should we trust you?
If I don't deliver you to the Keymaker, she can kill me.
All right.
But you have to make me believe I am her.
All right.
Terrible. Forget it.
Wait.
Okay.
Yes.
That's it.
I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last.
Come with me.
Not again.
It's all right, boys. They're with me.
These fellas work for my husband.
They do his dirty work. They're very good, very loyal.
Aren't you, boys?
Yes, mistress.
They come from a much older version of the Matrix.
But like so many back then, they caused more problems than they solved.
My husband saved them because they're notoriously difficult to terminate.
How many people keep silver bullets in their gun?
You can either run to the restaurant and tell my husband what I have done...
...or you can stay there and die.
He's in the ladies' room!
Hurry.
- My name is Neo. - Yes. I'm the Keymaker.
I've been waiting for you.
Oh! My God! My God, Persephone, how could you do this? You betray me.
Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de saloperie de couille de merde.
- Cause and effect, my love. - Cause?
There is no cause for this. What cause?
What cause? How about the lipstick you're still wearing?
Lipstick? Lipstick.
What craziness are you talking about, woman? There is no lipstick!
She wasn't kissing your face, my love.
Woman, this is nothing. C'est rien, c'est rien du tout.
- It is a game. It is only a game. - So is this.
Have fun.
All right.
Let us find out where this goes.
You two, get the Keymaker.
That's a nice trick.
I cannot go back.
I'll handle them.
Handle us? You'll handle us? You know, your predecessors had much more respect.
Okay, you have some skill.
Kill him.
You see? He's just a man.
Goddamn it, woman, you will be the end of me.
Mark my words, boy, and mark them well.
I have survived your predecessors, and I will survive you.
- Where are you going? - Another way. Always another way.
Close it, quick!
Could we move along?
Run!
Step away from the door.
We owe you for that.
Just like new.
Drop your weapon.
- Stay with him. - What about Neo?
He can handle himself.
Get in back.
Shit.
- Operator. - Link, where am I?
You won't believe this, but you're way up in the mountains.
- Really? - It'll take me a while to get an exit.
- Shit! - What?
Those twins things are after Morpheus and Trinity. And I don't have a way to get them out.
- Where are they? - Middle of the city, five hundred miles due south.
- Operator. - Get us out of here Link.
- It won't be easy, sir. - I know. We' re inside the core network.
Yes, sir. The only exit I got near you is the Winslow overpass.
- Off the freeway. - Yes, sir.
- Fine, we'll make it. - Sir, I think I should say... Oh, shit! |Look out behind you!
- Incoming fire. - Down!
Hold on!
Oh, no. This is getting real ugly real fast.
Are you watching this, Link?
Yes, sir. There's an all points on you. Eight units headed your way.
Any suggestions?
- Turn right. - Right, now.
Straight here. You'll hit a connecting tunnel to the 101.
- Got it. - You sure about this? The freeway, I mean.
- In 14 years of operating, I've never seen... - Link, what did I tell you?
Yes, sir. I do, sir. Winslow overpass.
- I'll be ready for you. - Good man.
You always told me to stay off the freeway.
- Yes, that's true. - You said it was suicide.
Then let us hope...
...that I was wrong.
- Operator. - Link, it's Niobe.
We've been sent to bring you in.
- I need to talk to Morpheus. - Believe me, Niobe, he needs you.
- Where is he? - Just follow the sirens.
Repeat, they're approaching the...
- We have them now. - The exile is the primary target.
Shots fired.
Move!
- We are getting aggravated. - Yes, we are.
Trinity.
Get him out of here.
Come on!
Crush him.
Morpheus.
He's okay. Keep moving.
Let's go.
I need a download to hot-wire a motorcycle.
No problem. One crash course on motorcycle...
Wait.
Cancel that.
You are handy.
Jump on.
She means nothing.
- Find the exile. - We have them.
One-Adam-12, please respond.
Get down.
Gotcha.
She's good.
You are no longer necessary.
We do only what we're meant to do.
Then you are meant for one more thing: Deletion.
Go kick his ass.
Neo, if you're out there, I could use some help.
What is that?
Yes! Yes!
There is a building.
Inside this building, there is a level where no elevator can go...
...and no stair can reach.
This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places.
Hidden places.
But one door is special.
One door leads to the source.
This building is protected by a very secure system.
- Every alarm triggers the bomb. - Bomb? Did he say bomb?
But like all systems, it has a weakness.
The system is based on the rules of a building.
- One system built on another. - Electricity.
- If one fails, so must the other. - No electricity, no alarms.
You'd have to take out a city block to kill the power.
- Not one, 27. - Twenty-seven blocks?
There is a power station.
It must be destroyed.
- There must be some kind of fail-safe. - Yes, there is an emergency system.
The core network of the grid must be accessed.
The emergency system must be deactivated.
What do you need us for?
Neo could take them out easier than we could.
- There's no time. - Why?
Once the door is unprotected, the connection will be severed.
But another connection must first be made.
- How long will that take? - Exactly 314 seconds.
Just over five minutes.
That is the length and breadth of the window.
Only the One can open the door...
...and only during that window can the door be opened.
How do you know all this?
I know because I must know. It is my purpose.
It's the reason I'm here, the same reason we're all here.
Neo, I know something's wrong.
You don't have to tell me.
I just want you to know that I'm here.
All must be done as one.
If one fails...
...all fail.
At midnight, there is a shift change in the security of both buildings.
At midnight, we will strike.
Hey!
- You count sheep at home. - Why? I get paid to count them here.
Okay, they're inside.
- How much time? - Twelve minutes.
Oh, shit.
All of our lives, we have fought this war. Tonight, I believe we can end it.
Tonight is not an accident.
There are no accidents.
We have not come here by chance. I do not believe in chance.
When I see three objectives, three captains, three ships...
...I do not see coincidence. I see providence.
I see purpose.
I believe it is our fate to be here. It is our destiny.
I believe this night holds for each and every one of us...
...the very meaning of our lives.
I want to ask you to do something, but I don't know how.
I promise you, if I can, I will.
What if I asked you to stay out of this...
...no matter what...
...to stay out of the Matrix?
Why?
Please.
All right.
What is it, Niobe?
I can't help it, Morpheus. I can't help thinking, what if you're wrong?
What if all this, the prophecy, everything, is bullshit?
Then tomorrow we may all be dead.
But how would that be different from any other day?
This is a war, and we are soldiers.
Death can come for us at any time...
...in any place.
Incoming. Incoming!
Incoming!
Now consider the alternative.
What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true?
What if tomorrow the war could be over?
Isn't that worth fighting for?
Isn't that worth dying for?
- Time? - Three minutes.
Almost there.
It is done.
Find the others.
I got Niobe there. They're out of the station.
- What about Soren? - There.
They're still inside, but...
They're not moving.
That's it, let's go.
Call Neo now.
- I lost them. They're inside the portal. - What about the grid?
Everything is operational. The emergency system is rerouting power.
Jesus.
Soon as they open that door, it's all over.
The hell it is.
What are you..? | Trinity!
I will not wait and do nothing. I will not watch them die.
We're talking less than five minutes.
In five minutes, I'll tear that building down.
- How much further? - Here, just here.
I'm sorry, this is a dead end.
It's gotta be the ugliest hack I have ever done.
That's as close as I can get you. You better grow wings.
See you tomorrow.
Oh my god.
- Operator. - I'm in.
Keep moving. Sixty-fifth floor.
You look surprised to see me again, Mr. Anderson.
Well, that's the difference between us. I have been expecting you.
- What do you want, Smith? - You haven't figured that out?
Still using all the muscles except the one that matters.
I want exactly what you want.
I want everything.
Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Go ahead, shoot.
The best thing about being me, there's so many me's.
Christ! What the hell happened in here?
Hold it right there, little lady.
If you can't beat us...
Join us.
Morpheus!
Still no sight of them. They only got two minutes left.
One minute.
Come on.
Please.
Kill them.
They're in.
I don't believe it.
It was meant to be.
Morpheus, that door will take you home.
You will know which door. Hurry, Neo.
Trinity, I got some serious activity headed your way.
Hello, Neo.
- Who are you? - I am the Architect.
I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you.
You have many questions. Though the process has altered your consciousness...
...you remain irrevocably human.
Ergo, some of my answers you will understand and some you will not.
Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent...
...you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.
Why am I here?
Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation...
...inherent to the programming of the Matrix.
You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts...
...I've been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise...
...a harmony of mathematical precision.
While it remains a burden assiduously avoided...
...it is not unexpected and thus not beyond a measure of control...
...which has led you, inexorably...
...here.
- You haven't answered my question. - Quite right.
Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
Others? How many? What others?
The Matrix is older than you know.
I count from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next.
In which case, this is the sixth version.
Five before me? He's lying. Bullshit.
There are only two possible explanations. There were five before me.
Either no one told me...
...or no one knows. - Precisely.
As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic...
...creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
You can't control me! I'm gonna smash you to bits!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
You can't make me do anything. You old, white prick!
Choice.
The problem is choice.
The first Matrix I designed was naturally perfect, a work of art.
Flawless, sublime.
A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure.
The inevitability of its doom is apparent now...
...as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human.
Thus, I redesigned it based on your history...
...to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature.
However, I was again frustrated by failure.
I have come to understand that the answer eluded me...
...because it required a lesser mind.
Or perhaps, a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection.
Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program...
...initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche.
If I am the father of the Matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.
- The Oracle. - Please.
As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby 99% percent of subjects...
...accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice...
...even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level.
While this answer functioned, it was fundamentally flawed...
...thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly...
...that, if left unchecked, might threaten the system.
Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked...
...would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.
This is about Zion.
You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed.
Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Bullshit.
Denial is the most predictable of all human responses.
But rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it...
...and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.
The function of the One...
...is now to return to the source, allowing a dissemination of the code you carry...
...reinserting the prime program.
After which you will be required to select from the Matrix 23 individuals...
...sixteen female, seven male, to rebuild Zion.
Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash...
...killing everyone connected to the Matrix...
...which, coupled with the extermination of Zion...
...will result in the extinction of the entire human race.
You won't let it happen. You can't. You need human beings to survive.
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.
The relevant issue is whether or not you are ready...
...to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
It is interesting reading your reactions.
Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication...
...a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment...
...to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One.
While the others experience this in a general way...
...your experience is far more specific...
...vis-à-vis love.
Trinity!
A propos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
No.
Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw...
...is ultimately expressed and the anomaly revealed...
...as both beginning and end.
There are two doors.
The door to your right leads to the source and the salvation of Zion.
The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and the end of your species.
As you adequately put, the problem is choice.
But we already know what you are going to do, don't we?
Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal...
...the onset of an emotion designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason.
An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple and obvious truth:
She is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously...
...the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.
If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.
We won't.
We got a serious situation, sir.
Oh, no.
- What was that? - It's moving faster than anything I've seen.
Holy shit, he caught her.
I don't understand it.
Everything was done as it was supposed to be done.
Once the One reaches the source, the war should be over.
- In 24 hours, it will be. - What?
If we don't do something in 24 hours, Zion will be destroyed.
- What? - How do you know that?
- I was told it would happen. - By whom?
It doesn't matter. I believed him.
- That's impossible. The prophecy tells us... - It was a lie, Morpheus.
The prophecy was a lie.
The One was never meant to end anything.
It was all another system of control.
I don't believe that.
But you said it yourself.
How can the prophecy be true if the war isn't over?
I'm sorry.
I know it isn't easy to hear, but...
...I swear to you it's the truth.
- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
Oh, no!
- What are they doing? - They're just out of EMP range.
It's a bomb.
We have to get out of here. Now.
I have dreamed a dream...
...but now that dream has gone from me.
Here they come.
Let's go, Morpheus.
- We won't make it. - We have to try.
- Come on! - Something's different.
What?
I can feel them.
Neo!
- What happened? - I don't know.
It's the Hammer.
He's in some kind of coma...
...but his vitals are stable.
What about you?
I'm fine.
You could use some rest.
No, I'm gonna stay with him.
Lock was right. He guessed that the machines...
...would cut off the mainlines in and out of Zion.
He thought a counterattack might surprise them.
It sounded good. I figured we had a shot...
...until someone screwed it up.
An EMP was triggered before we got in position.
- Five ships were instantly downed. - When the machines broke through...
...it wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter.
Was it an accident? Some sort of malfunction?
- No one knows. - Someone does.
Who?
Once the machines were done with us, they started digging again.
We made a quick pass to look for survivors.
You found one?
Only one.
I got nothing, sir. No sign of Niobe or Ghost.
Nothing but blue pills.
- Should we try to contact them? - Won't matter. My gut says they're down.
- We should start back. - If that ship can fly, we need it.
I was afraid you'd say that.
Search every pipe, every hole, every crack we know.
Sweep as wide as possible, as fast as possible.
- Lines are crawling with calamari. - The sooner we find them the better.
- Thought you could use something to eat. - Thank you.
Any change?
No.
- How is he? - He's gonna be fine.
At least until 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 self-inflicted.
- Why? - VDTs maybe. I don't know.
But like I said, the answer better be good.
Roland, I'd like to run another search through the Matrix.
- For what? - For Neo.
How could he be in the Matrix, sir? He's not plugged in.
Please, for me.
This is what keeps bothering me.
What?
His neural patterns don't read like someone who's in a coma.
The strange thing is, I see these patterns all the time.
- Where? - On someone jacked in.
The big bupkes. Nada. He's not in there.
- Sir, I got the projections. - How long?
Based on point of entry and the past speed, the machines will be in Zion in 20 hours.
Jesus H. Christ.
All right, let's move with a purpose. AK, I want you on holographics.
Mauser, I want forward and aft guns manned at all times.
And make sure we are running on as few pads as possible.
- Hey! You got a call. - What?
Operator.
It's Seraph.
I bring word from the Oracle. 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 lost.
Are you lost, 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 let you.
- Who won't? - The Trainman. I don't like him.
But my papa says we have to do what the Trainman says...
...or else he will leave us here forever and ever.
Morpheus, Trinity, thank you for coming.
One thing I've learned in all my years...
...is that nothing ever works out the way you want it to.
- Who are you? - I'm the Oracle.
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 couldn't be sitting here like 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 help you, to guide Neo.
Now, since the real test for any choice is having to make the same choice again...
...knowing full well what it might cost...
...I guess I feel 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 place between this world and the machine world.
The link is controlled by a program called the Trainman.
He uses it to smuggle programs in and out of the Matrix.
If he finds out where Neo is before you get to him...
...then I'm afraid our choices are going to become difficult.
- Why? - Because of who the Trainman works for.
The Merovingian.
He has placed a bounty on your lives. You must be careful at all times.
Seraph knows how to find the Trainman. He'll go with you.
For years he has protected me.
I hope he can do the same for you.
Please, follow me.
Oracle...
I know, Morpheus.
I can see you're filled with doubt, clouded by uncertainty.
After everything that has happened, how can you expect me to believe you?
I don't.
I expect just what I've always expected:
For you to make up your own damn mind. Believe me or don't.
All I can do is tell you that your friend is in trouble, and he needs your help.
He needs all our help.
- Are you from the Matrix? - Yes.
No.
- I mean, I was. - Why did you leave?
- I had to. - I had to leave my home too.
Sati! Come here, darling. Leave the poor man in peace.
Yes, Papa.
I am sorry. She is still very curious.
- I know you. - Yes, in the restaurant of the Frenchman.
I am Rama-Kandra. This is my wife, Kamala. My daughter, Sati.
We are most honored to meet you.
- You are programs. - Oh, yes.
I am the power-plant systems manager for recycling operations.
My wife is an interactive software programmer. She is highly creative.
What are you doing here? You do not belong here.
Kamala! Goodness, I apologize. My wife can be very direct.
It's okay.
I don't have an answer.
- I don't even know where "here" is. - This place is nowhere.
It is between your world and our world.
- Who's the Trainman? - He works for the Frenchman.
Why did I know you would say that?
The Frenchman does not forget, and he does not forgive.
- You know him? - I know only what I need to know.
I know that if you want to take something from our world into your world...
...that does not belong there, you must go to the Frenchman.
Is that what you're doing here?
- Rama, please. - I do not want to be cruel, Kamala.
He may never see another face for the rest of his life.
I'm sorry.
- You don't have to answer that question. - No, I don't mind.
The answer is simple.
I love my daughter very much.
I find her to be the most beautiful thing I 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 deleted.
I went to the Frenchman to save my daughter.
- You do not understand.
Heard a program speak of love.
- It is a human emotion. - No, it is a word.
What matters is the connection the word implies.
I see that you are in love.
Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?
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!
- Get the hell away from me! - We need your help.
I can't help you! No one can help you!
Oh, no!
Damn it!
- When is the train due?
It's not like the Trainman to be late.
- You think it has something to do with me? - I cannot say.
Who knows such things? Only the Oracle.
- You know the Oracle? - Everyone knows the Oracle.
I consulted with her before I met with the Frenchman.
She promised to watch Sati after we said goodbye.
Goodbye?
- You're not staying with her?
Our arrangement with the Frenchman was for our daughter only.
- My wife and I must return to our world. - Why?
- That is our karma. - You believe in karma?
Karma is a word, like love.
A way of saying:
"What I am here to do."
I do not resent my karma. I'm grateful for it.
Grateful for my wonderful wife, for my beautiful daughter.
They are gifts, and so I do what I must do to honor them.
- Papa, the train! - Yes. Find your bag. Quickly.
Can I carry that for you?
All right.
Hurry it up, I'm late!
- Who are you? - He is a friend.
I know you.
- So that's what they wanted.
I'll pay you whatever you want.
One way or another, I'm getting on this train.
Oh, no, no, no.
You'll stay here until the Merovingian says different.
If I know him...
...you're gonna be here for a long, long time.
- I don't want to hurt you.
I built this place.
Down here, I make the rules. Down here, I make the threats.
Down here, I'm God.
Get on the train or you'll stay here with him.
We should return to the Oracle. She will know what to do.
No. We know what has to be done.
Shit.
You gotta be kidding.
Holy shit, it's wingless.
I get it.
You must be ready to die.
I need to speak with him.
Only way you're getting through this door is over my big, dead ass.
So be it.
There are no weapons allowed in the club.
At the bottom of this elevator, there is a coat-check girl...
...and if we are lucky, one man for checking weapons.
And if we're unlucky?
There will be many men.
Can I take your..? Oh, my God.
What in the hell?
I don't believe this.
Hey!
The prodigal child returns.
Are you here for the bounty, Seraph?
Tell me, how many bullets are there in those guns?
I don't know, but I don't think you have enough.
- We only want to talk. - Oh, yes.
I'm sure you do. You have fought through Hell to do so. Yes?
I'll tell you what I will do.
Put down the guns, and I will promise you a safe passage out of here.
- All three of us? - Oh, yes, yes.
Of course.
Who could have guessed we would see each other so soon after our last meeting?
The Fates are too kind, eh?
And since you, my little Judas, have brought them here...
...I can only surmise that the fortuneteller has found herself another shell?
Disappointing, but not unexpected.
I do hope, however, she has the good manners to learn her lesson...
...and to remember that there is no action without consequence.
And if you take something from me, you will 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 actually happened.
- Do you know? - No.
No?
I did not think so.
But it is always best to ask, huh?
We want to make a deal.
Always straight to business, huh, Morpheus?
Okay. I have something you want.
To make a deal...
...you must have something I want, yes?
And it so happens there is something I want.
Something I have wanted ever since I first came here.
It is said they cannot be taken...
...they can only be given.
What?
The eyes of the Oracle.
I told 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 Oracle...
...and I will give you back your savior.
It seems a perfectly fair and reasonable deal to me.
Yes? No?
I don't have time for this shit.
You wanna make a deal? How about this?
You give me Neo, or we all die, right here, right now.
Interesting deal.
You are really ready to die for this man?
- Believe it. - She'll do it.
If she has to, she'll kill every one of us.
She's in love.
It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.
Time's up.
What's it gonna be, Merv?
Okay. You got yourself in here...
...you can get yourself out.
Are you ready for us?
Almost, sir. They got some pretty ancient hacks here.
- But you found Neo? - Can't you see him?
No, sir. We read something, but I couldn't tell what.
I can't leave yet.
I have to see her.
Now?
It's my last chance.
That's it. That's the secret.
- You've got to use your hands. - Why?
Cookies need love like everything does.
Neo!
I was hoping to have these done before you got here. Oh, well.
Sati, honey, I think it's time for a tasting.
Take the bowl to Seraph and find out if they're ready.
Okay.
- I'm glad you got out. - Me too.
So do you recognize me?
- A part of you. - Yeah, that's how it works.
Some bits you lose, some bits you keep.
I don't yet recognize my face in the mirror...
...but I still love candy.
No, thank you.
Remember how you were when you first walked through my door?
Jittery as a June bug. And now, just look at you.
You sure did surprise me, Neo, and you still do.
You gave me a few surprises too.
I hope I helped.
You helped 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 tell me? - I told 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 include what things to tell me and what not to?
- Of course not. - Why didn't you tell me about the Architect?
About Zion and the ones before me?
- Because it wasn't time for you to know. - Who decided it wasn't time?
You know who.
Know Thyself
I did.
Then I think it's time for me to know a few more things.
So do I.
Tell me how I separated my mind from my body without jacking in.
Tell me how I stopped four sentinels by thinking it.
Tell me just what the hell is happening to me.
The power of the One extends beyond this world.
It reaches from here all the way back to where it came from.
- Where? - The source.
That's what you felt when you touched those sentinels, but you weren't ready for it.
You should be dead, but apparently you weren't ready for that either.
The Architect said that if I didn't return to the source, Zion would be destroyed tonight.
Please. You and I may not be able 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 variables in an equation.
One at a time, each variable must be solved, then countered.
That's his purpose. To balance the equation.
What's your purpose?
To unbalance it.
Why? What do you want?
I want the same thing you want, Neo.
And I'm willing 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 only one place 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 all that stands in his way.
Smith.
Very soon, he is going to have the power to destroy this world.
But I believe he won't stop there. He can't.
He won't stop until there's nothing left at all.
What is he?
He is you.
Your opposite, your negative.
The result of the equation trying to balance itself out.
- And if I can't stop him? - One way or another, Neo...
...this war is going to end.
Tonight, the future of both worlds will be in your hands...
...or in his.
How are you feeling? Are you all right?
I need time.
- That figures. - Captain Roland.
- What's up, Maggie? - Bane is. He's conscious.
Good. Maybe he's got some answers.
I love that smell.
I sure am going to miss it.
- Oracle. - I know.
I know.
Sati, honey.
Take a few cookies and go with Seraph.
Can I come back? I would like to come back.
- I would like that too. - Then I'll see you tomorrow.
I hope so, hon, I hope so.
I'm scared, Seraph.
Come.
He's following us.
Well, well, it's been a long time.
I remember chasing you was like chasing a ghost.
I have beaten you before.
Yes, true, but as you can see, things are a little different now.
And you must be the last exile.
- The Oracle told me about you. - Really?
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 powerful Oracle, we meet at last.
I suppose you've been expecting me, right?
The all-knowing Oracle is never surprised. How can she be? She knows everything.
But if that's true, then why is she here if she knew I was coming?
Why wouldn't she leave?
Maybe you knew I would do that, maybe you didn't.
If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that plate there...
...deliberately, purposefully...
...which means that you're sitting there also deliberately, purposefully.
What did you do with Sati?
"Cookies need love like everything does."
You are a bastard.
You would know, Mom.
Do what you're here to do.
Yes, ma'am.
I really wish I could help, but I just. ...I don't remember any of it.
What about the cuts on your arms? Those cuts are more than one day old.
Yeah, definitely.
You're right about that, sir.
They look like they might be self-inflicted.
But why would I do something like that to myself?
Unless, of course, I wasn't myself.
But if I'm not me, then who am I?
- Has this man been tested for VDTs?
But he is showing a lot of unusual neural activity.
Some cross-synaptic firing, as well 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 thermals picking up any signs of life?
No, sir. Nothing yet.
- What about the ship? - Holographic says the hull's still intact.
- Drop down and keep a man in the turret. - Yes, sir.
Get a full diagnostic on that ship as fast as humanly possible.
Careful, sir.
The squids are sneaky bastards. It could be a trap.
What was that?
You can put that shit away, boys. All she needs is a jump.
- Niobe. - Morpheus.
- Are you all 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 Oracle.
- You saw her? - Just before the sentinels found us.
- What did she tell you? - The same thing she always does.
Exactly what I needed to hear.
Okay, charge the igniter.
She lives again.
You want to reload the operations software, Sparky?
Yeah. Could you clean the windshield while you're at it?
Uplinks in place. I'm bringing her back online.
Looking good, except...
Something's wrong with the Matrix feed.
No, there's not. You're looking at what we're looking at.
- What the hell is going on in there?
- Whatever it is, it can't be good. - So what?
If you can, you'd be the only one that can,
there is no way we can follow you.
Hi.
I know time is always against us. I'm sorry that I took so long.
- 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'll just say it.
- I have to take one of the ships. - What?
To go where?
To the machine city.
I know it's difficult to understand.
No, it's not. You're out of your goddamn mind.
I still have to go.
In 100 years, no ship has been within 100 kilometers of it.
- You'll never make it. - I have to try.
- Is this what the Oracle has told you? - No.
This is asinine. If you want to kill yourself, do it...
...but do it without wasting our ships.
- You have to believe me. I have to go. - Bullshit!
I am the captain of this ship. I say where it has to go!
And this ship will go to hell long before I let you take it anywhere.
- He can take mine. - You can't do that.
Don't try to tell me what I can or cannot do...
...with my ship after that little speech.
- But for chrissake, Niobe... - I'll pilot this ship, he can take mine.
If we leave inside the hour, we should reach Zion as the machines do.
That's as good a plan as any.
It's a waste. A goddamn waste.
Two ships, two directions.
Sounds like providence, doesn't it, Morpheus?
- You've never believed in the One. - I still don't.
Then why are you doing this?
I believe in him.
Thank you.
- What's that for? - To help you relax.
To make it easier for you to remember.
What if I don't want to remember?
Why would you want that?
What if I blew that EMP?
What if I did destroy those ships...
...and I am responsible for the deaths of all those men?
If I did that...
...it wouldn't be very safe for me here, would 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 leave. I could see it in your face.
Just like you knew the moment you looked at me that I was coming with you.
I'm scared, Trin.
So am I.
It took me 10 minutes to buckle up one boot.
But I'll tell you something.
Six hours ago, I told the Merovingian...
...I was ready to give anything and everything for you.
Do you know what's changed in the last six hours?
No.
Nothing.
- 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 read, 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?
- 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.
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.
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.
Sentinels.
There's too many!
Gotcha!
- I need help here! - I can't beat them.
- What do we do? - Go up, over them.
- What? - The sky! It's the only way.
Then up we go.
Beautiful.
Pump the igniter. The ship will start.
Again. Slowly.
Now!
Trin?
Trinity?
- I'm here. - Where?
Here.
We made it.
You said we would.
It's unbelievable, Trin.
Light everywhere.
Like the whole thing was built of light.
I wish you could see what I see.
You've already shown me so much.
What is it, Trinity? What's wrong?
I can't go with you, Neo.
I've gone as far as I can.
What?
Oh, no.
Oh, no. No, no.
It's all right.
It's time.
I've done all that I could do.
Now you have to do the rest.
You have to finish it.
You have to save Zion.
I can't.
- Not without you. - Yes, you can.
You will.
I believe it. I always have.
Trinity.
Trinity, you can't die.
You can't.
Yes, I can.
Do you remember...
...on that roof, after you caught me...
...the last thing I said to you?
You said, "I'm sorry."
I wish I hadn't.
That was my last thought.
I wished I had one more chance...
...to say what really mattered.
To say how much I loved you.
How grateful I was for every moment I was with you.
But by the time I knew how to say what I wanted to, it was too late.
But you brought me back.
You gave me my wish.
One more chance to say what I really wanted to say.
Kiss me.
Once more...
...kiss me.
I only ask to say what I've come to say.
After that, do what you want, and I won't try and stop you.
Speak.
The program Smith has grown beyond your control.
He will spread through this city as he spread through the Matrix.
You cannot stop him.
- But I can. - We don't need you!
We need nothing!
If that's true, then I've made a mistake, and you should kill me now.
What do you want?
Peace.
And if you fail...
I won't.
Mr. Anderson, welcome back.
We missed you.
You like what I've done with the place?
It ends tonight.
I know it does. I've seen it.
That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show...
...because we already know that I'm the one that beats you.
Can you feel it, Mr. Anderson...
...closing in on you?
Oh, I can.
I really should thank you for it. After all, it was your life...
...that taught me the purpose of all life.
The purpose of life is to end.
Why, Mr. Anderson?
Why, why, why?
Why do you do it?
Why? Why get up?
Why keep fighting?
Do you believe you're fighting for something?
For more than your survival?
Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
Is it freedom or truth?
Perhaps peace? Could it be for love?
Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception.
Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect...
...trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose!
And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself...
...although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now.
You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting.
Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why do you persist?
Because I choose to.
This is my world! My world!
Wait.
I've seen this.
This is it. This is the end.
Yes. You were laying right there, just like that.
And I...
I stand here, right here, and I'm supposed to say something.
I say:
"Everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo."
What? What did I just say?
No, no. This isn't right. This can't be right.
Get away from me!
What are you afraid of?
It's a trick.
You were right, Smith.
You were always right.
It was inevitable.
Is it over?
Oh, no, no, no.
No, it's not fair.
It is done.
Good morning.
Well, now. Ain't this a surprise.
You played a very dangerous game.
Change always is.
Just how long do you think this peace is going to last?
As long as it can.
What about the others?
What others?
The ones that want out.
Obviously, they will be freed.
I have your word?
What do you think I am? Human?
Oracle!
We were afraid we might not find you.
Everything's okay now.
Look, look.
Just look at that.
Beautiful.
Did you do that?
For Neo.
That's nice.
I know he'd love it.
Will we ever see him again?
I suspect so.
Someday.
Did you always know?
Oh, no. No, I didn't.
But I believed.
I believed.
I believe I can see the future
As I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around oh no
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same
I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I loose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end
Everyday is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Everyday is exactly the same
I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know- I don't know what else I can do!
Everyday is exactly the same...