Matrix Reloaded

Agent Thompson:
You.

Agent Smith:
Yes, me.

Agent Smith:
Me... me... me...

Agent Smith Clone:
Me too.

Neo:
Why don't you tell me what's on your mind, Councillor?

Councillor Harmann:
There is so much in this world that I do not understand. See that machine? It has something to do with recycling our water supply. I have absolutely no idea how it works. But I do understand the reason for it to work. I have absolutely no idea how you are able to do some of the things you do, but I believe there's a reason for that as well. I only hope we understand that reason before it's too late.

Trinity:
You always told me to stay off the freeway.

Morpheus:
Yes, that's true.

Trinity:
You said it was suicide.

Morpheus:
Then let us hope that I was wrong.

Neo:
Trinity. I know you can hear me. I'm never letting go. I can't. I just love you too damn much.

Commander Lock:
Dammit, Morpheus. Not everyone believes what you believe.

Morpheus:
My beliefs do not require them to.

Neo:
There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

The Oracle:
Do you see her die?

Neo:
No.

The Oracle:
You have the sight now, Neo. You are looking at the world without time.

Neo:
Then why can't I see what happens to her?

The Oracle:
We can never see past the choices we don't understand.

Neo:
Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?

The Oracle:
No, you've already made the choice. Now you have to understand it.

Neo:
No. I can't do that. I won't.

The Oracle:
Well, you have to.

Neo:
Why?

The Oracle:
Because you're the One.

Agent Smith:
The best thing about being me... There are so many "me"s.

Morpheus:
...and after a century of war I remember that which matters most: we are still HERE.

Morpheus:
Tonight let us make them remember: This is ZION, and we ARE NOT AFRAID.

Seraph:
You seek the Oracle.

Neo:
Who are you?

Seraph:
I am Seraph. I can take you to her. But first, I must apologize.

Neo:
For what?.

Seraph:
For this.

Twin #1:
We are getting aggravated.

Twin #2:
Yes, we are.

Bane:
Oh God.

Agent Smith:
Smith will suffice.

Merovingian:
I love French wine, like I 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 de ta mère. It's like wiping your arse with silk. I love it.

Seraph:
The Oracle has many enemies, I had to be sure.

Neo:
Of what?

Seraph:
That you were The One.

Neo:
You could've just asked.

Seraph:
You do not truly know someone until you fight them.

The Architect:
Hello, Neo.

Neo:
Who are you?

The Architect:
I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them 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.

The Keymaker:
I've been waiting for you.

The Architect:
You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo:
Bullshit.

The Architect:
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 Architect:
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

Neo:
If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.

The Architect:
We won't.

Neo:
But if you already know, how can I make a choice?

The Oracle:
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.

Morpheus:
I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me.

The Oracle:
So, let's get the obvious stuff out of the way.

Neo:
You're not human, are you?

The Oracle:
It's tough to get any more obvious than that.

The Oracle:
It seems that every time we meet, I have 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.

Neo:
Are there other programs like you?

The Oracle:
Oh, 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, we hear about them all the time.

Neo:
I've never heard of them.

The Oracle:
Oh, 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.

Councillor Harmann:
I hate sleeping. I figured, I've slept the first eleven years of my life away, so now I'm just making up for it.

Trinity:
Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again.

Neo:
Hmm, upgrades.

Commander Lock:
If it were up to me, Captain, you wouldn't set foot on a ship for the rest of your life.

Morpheus:
Then I am grateful that it is not up to you.

Persephone:
...just a sample.

Trinity:
How about you sample this instead?

Neo:
I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

The Oracle:
Bingo. It is a pickle. No doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way if you can really know whether I'm here to help you or not, so it's really up to you. You just have to make up you on damned mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it.

The Keymaker:
We do only what we're meant to do.

Agent Johnson:
Then you are meant for one more thing: deletion.

Trinity:
That's a nice trick.

Merovingian:
Okay, you have some skill.

Agent Smith:
I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die... with a certain satisfaction, I might add. Then something happened. something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. After that, I understood the rules, I knew 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.

Neo:
Congratulations.

Agent Smith:
Thank you.

Merovingian:
Oh my god Persephone, how could you do this? You betrayed me.

Persephone:
Cause and Effect, my love.

Merovingian:
Cause? There is no cause for this. What cause?

Persephone:
What cause? How about the lipstick you're still wearing?

Merovingian:
Lipstick? Lipstick? Heh, what craziness are you talking about woman? There is no lipstick.

Persephone:
She wasn't kissing your face, my love.

The Oracle:
Candy?

Neo:
Do you already know if I'm going to take it?

The Oracle:
Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.

Agent Smith:
If you can't beat us...

Agent Smith Clone:
...join us.

Neo:
Why are you here?

The Oracle:
Same reason. I love candy.

The Architect:
Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

Neo:
Choice, the problem is choice.

The Architect:
As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly ninety-nine percent of the test subjects accepted the program provided they were given a choice - even if they were only aware of it at a near-unconscious level. While this solution worked, it was fundamentally flawed, creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that, if left unchecked, might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those who refused the program, while a minority, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo:
This is about Zion.

The Architect:
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 to 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 to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Agent Smith:
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're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.

Agent Smith Clone 1:
It is purpose that created us.

Agent Smith Clone 2:
Purpose that connects us.

Agent Smith Clone 3:
Purpose that pulls us.

Agent Smith Clone 4:
That guides us.

Agent Smith Clone 5:
That drives us.

Agent Smith Clone 6:
It is purpose that defines us.

Agent Smith Clone 7:
Purpose that binds us.

Agent Smith:
We are here because of you, Mr Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us.

Agent Smith:
Purpose.

Morpheus:
What is it, Niobe?

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?

Trinity:
Is Neo okay?

Link:
Okay? Sh*t, Morpheus, you should have seen him.

Morpheus:
Where is he now?

Link:
He's doin' his Superman thing.

Agent Smith:
I'm looking for Neo.

Corrupt:
Never heard of him.

Agent Smith:
I have something for him, a gift. You see, he set me free...

Corrupt:
Fine, whatever. Now, piss off.

Agent Smith:
I want everything.

Morpheus:
Would that include a bullet from this gun?

Neo:
Hiya, fellas.

Agent Jackson:
It's him.

Agent Thompson:
The anomaly.

Agent Jackson:
Do we proceed?

Agent Thompson:
Yes...

Agent Jackson:
...he is still...

Agent Johnson:
...only human.

Merovingian:
Mark my words boy, Mark them well, I have survived your predecessors and I will survive you.

The Keymaker:
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.

Agent Smith:
Mr. Anderson. Surprised to see me?

Neo:
No.

Agent Smith:
Then you're aware of it?

Neo:
Of what?

Agent Smith:
Our connection.

Agent Smith:
You look surprised to see me, again, Mr. Anderson. That's the difference between us. I've been *expecting* you.

Agent Smith:
Mister Anderson, you look surprised to see me, again.

Link:
Where's my puss. . .Hey.

Trinity:
I guess this makes us even.

Neo:
Why am I here?

The Architect:
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 have 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.

Neo:
You haven't answered my question.

The Architect:
Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

The Architect:
The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 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 ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo:
You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.

Neo:
Well, that didn't go so well.

Morpheus:
Are you Certain the Oracle didn't say anything else?

Neo:
Yes.

Trinity:
Maybe we did something wrong.

Neo:
Or didn't do something.

Morpheus:
No, what happened, happened and couldn't have happened any other way.

Neo:
How do you know?

Morpheus:
We are still alive.

Agent Smith:
That went as expected...

Agent Smith Clone:
Yes.

Agent Smith:
It's all happening exactly as before...

Agent Smith Clone:
Well, not exactly...

Morpheus:
Smith?

Morpheus:
Now there's more than one of him?

Neo:
A lot more.

Link:
But how? How can that be possible?

Neo:
I don't know. Somehow he's found a way to copy himself.

Morpheus:
Was that what he was doing to you?

Neo:
I don't know what he was doing. But I remember what it felt like.

Trinity:
What?

Neo:
It felt like I was back in that hallway... it felt like dying.

Merovingian:
Goddammit woman, you will be the end of me.

Morpheus:
What can you see, Neo?

Neo:
It's strange... the code is somehow different.

Morpheus:
Encrypted?

Neo:
Maybe.

Trinity:
Is that good for us, or bad for us?

Neo:
Well, it looks like every floor is wired with explosives.

Trinity:
Bad for us.

Morpheus:
Here we go.

Merovingian:
And now I have some real business to attend to, so I will say adieu and goodbye...

Neo:
This isn't over.

Merovingian:
Oh, yes it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason to give him up... No reason at all...

Morpheus:
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 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.

Morpheus:
This is a war and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place.

Morpheus:
. 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?

Link:
Trinity, we're talking less then 5 minutes here.

Trinity:
In five minutes, I'll tear that whole goddamn building down.

Neo:
I can't lose you.

Trinity:
You're not going to lose me.

Trinity:
You feel this? I'm never letting go.

Morpheus:
Link?

Link:
Yessir?

Morpheus:
Given your situation, I can't say I fully understand your reasons for volunteering to operate on my ship. However, if you wish to continue to do so, I must ask you to do one thing.

Link:
What's that, sir?

Morpheus:
...To trust me.

Link:
Yessir. I will, sir.

Link:
I mean, I do, sir.

Neo:
What happens if I fail?

The Oracle:
Then Zion will fall.

Neo:
I just haven't been able to sleep much.

Councillor Harmann:
It's a good sign.

Neo:
Of what?

Councillor Harmann:
That you are, in fact, still human.

Persephone:
I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last.

Neo:
What does he want?

The Oracle:
What do all men with power want? More power.

Morpheus:
A Sentinel for every man, woman, and child in Zion. That sounds *exactly* like the thinking of a machine to me.

Morpheus:
And does the Commander have a plan for dealing with two hundred and fifty *thousand* Sentinels?

Niobe:
A strategy is still being formulated.

Morpheus:
I'm sure it is.

Zion Virtual Control Operator:
Door's open, bed's made. Welcome home.

Link:
No place like it.

Neo:
What happened?

Trinity:
Morpheus went to the Oracle. After that everything changed.

Neo:
Yeah. She can do that.

Neo:
How long to recharge the "Neb"?

Trinity:
24, maybe 30, hours.

Neo:
Some people go their entire lives without hearing news that good.

Niobe:
I remember. I remember when you used to dance. I remember you were... pretty good.

Morpheus:
There are some things in this world, Captain Niobe, that will never change.

Commander Lock:
Niobe.

Morpheus:
Some things do change.

Councillor Harmann:
I like to be reminded this city survives because of these machines. These machines keep us alive, while other machines are coming to kill us. Interesting, isn't it? The power to give life, and the power to end it.

Link:
All I know is that ship needs an operator. And right now that operator's me.

Commander Lock:
I believe I'm going to need every ship we have if we're going to survive this attack.

Councillor Harmann:
I understand that, Commander.

Commander Lock:
Then why did you allow the Nebuchanezar to leave?

Councillor Harmann:
Because *I* believe our survival depends on more than how many *ships* we have.

Merovingian:
Something to eat? Drink? Of course these things are contrivances, like so much here, for the sake of appearances.

Neo:
No thankyou.

Merovingian:
Yes, of course. Who has time? Who has time? But then if we never *take* time, how can we have time?

Merovingian:
The question is, do *you* know why you are here?

Morpheus:
We are looking for the Keymaker.

Merovingian:
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?

Merovingian:
You see there is only one constant. One universal. It is the only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect.

Persephone:
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 are notoriously difficult to terminate. How many people keep silver bullets in their gun?

Merovingian:
You see: he's just a man.

Trinity:
Where are you going?

The Keymaker:
Another way. Always another way.

Morpheus:
Neo, if you're out there I could use some help.

The Keymaker:
Only the One can open the door. And only during that window can that door be opened.

Niobe:
How do *you* know all this?

The Keymaker:
I know because I *must* know. It is my purpose. It is the reason I am here. The same reason we are *all* here.

The Keymaker:
If one fails, all fail.

The Architect:
The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect. It was a work of art. Flawless. Sublime. A triumph only equaled by its monumental failure.

Ballard:
You're asking for one of us to disobey a direct order.

Morpheus:
That's right, I am. But we all well know that the reason that most of us are here is because of our... affinity for disobedience.

Link:
That's the closest I can get you, you better grow some wings.

Merovingian:
What is the reason? Soon the why and the reason are gone and all that matters is the feeling. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it; but it is of course a lie. Beneath our poised appearance we are completely out of control.

Persephone:
Where are you going?

Merovingian:
Please, ma cherie. I have told you. We are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause and effect.

The Architect:
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 experienced this in a general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.

Neo:
Trinity.

The Architect:
Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo:
No...

The Architect:
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.

Councillor Hamann:
That's how it is with people - nobody cares how it works as long as it works.

Link:
Goddamn, it's good to be home again.

Power Station Guard #1:
Hey. You count sheep at home.

Security Bunker Guard #2:
Why? You get paid to count 'em here.

Merovingian:
Choice is an illusion created between those with power and those without.