Most scenes together: Seraph & Sati (3), Neo & Smith (2), Neo & Trinity (2)
When some see 'coincidence', I see 'consequence'. When others see 'chance', I see 'cost'.—The Merovingian
I don't have time for this shit.—Trinity
It ends tonight.
You believe in karma?
Rama-Kandra Karma's 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.
Well, well, it’s been a long time. I remember chasing you was like chasing a ghost.
I have beaten you before.
That’s true, but as you can see, things are a little different now. [to Sati] And you must be the last exile.
The Oracle told me about you.
Really? And what did she say about me?
That you’re a bad man.
Oh, I’m not so bad once you get to know me.
Coat Check Girl Can I take your... oh my God.
Morpheus Are you ready for us?
Link Almost, sir. They got some pretty ancient hacks here; we’re working on it. Did you find Neo?
Morpheus Can’t you see him?
Link No, sir. We were reading something, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
I can’t leave yet. [Trinity looks over at him] I have to see her.
Now?
This is my last chance.
Bane 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.
Bane Yeah, definitely. You’re right about that, sir. They look like they might be self-inflicted. 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?
Maggie Yes, sir, it was negative. 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.
I need time.
That figures.
Maggie Captain Roland!
What’s up, Maggie?
Maggie It’s Bane. He’s conscious.
Good. Maybe he’s got some answers.
[Man: Sir? We found her!
The Logos?
Yes, sir.
‘Bout time we had some goddamn good news.
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.
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.
So I’ll see you tomorrow.
I hope so, honey, I hope so.
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. [to Neo] 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. [Offers Neo a piece of red candy]
No, thank you.
Remember what you were like when you first walked through my door, jittery as a junebug? 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 does this go? 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 tell me?
Of course not.
Then why didn’t you tell me about the Architect? Why didn’t you tell me about Zion and the Ones before me? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?
Because it wasn’t time for you to know.
Who decided it wasn’t time?
You know who. [Points at the Temet Nosce sign above the door]
I did. [Oracle nods] 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 told me that if I didn’t return to the Source, Zion would be destroyed by midnight 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 and counted. 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. [Oracle nods] 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’s 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.
What 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.
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 didn’t she leave? [Sweeps plate of cookies off table] Maybe you knew I was going to do that, maybe you didn’t. If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that plate right there deliberately, purposefully. Which means 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. [copies himself onto the Oracle]
Mifune What the shit is going on over here?!
Kid An accident, sir! I didn’t see… I’m sorry!
Mifune Who the hell are you?!
Kid I’m here to volunteer, sir.
Mifune What’s a pod-born pencil-neck like you doin’ volunteering for my corps?!
Kid I wanna do my part, sir! We gotta hold the dock!
Mifune How old are you, kid?!
Kid Eighteen.
Mifune Shoulda said sixteen, I mighta believed that!
Kid Okay, I’m sixteen.
Mifune Minimal age for the corps is eighteen; sixteen’s too young!
Kid The machines don’t care how old I am! They’ll kill me just the same!
Mifune Ain’t that the goddamned truth!
Kid Give me a chance, sir! I won’t let you down!
Mifune You do… you’ll find me and the machines have something in common.
Come.
He’s following us.
Q-Ball Gang Member #1 You’ve got to be kidding…
Holy shit, it’s Wingless.
Q-Ball Gang Member #1 I get it. You must be ready to die.
I need to speak with him.
Q-Ball Gang Member #1 The only way you’re getting through this door is over my big dead ass.
So be it.
Merovingian What in the hell... [laughs] I don't believe this. Hey. Hey! [music cuts off] The prodigal child returns, l'ange sans ses ailes; are you here for the bounty, Seraph? [laughs] 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.
Merovingian 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 safe passage out of here.
All three of us.
Merovingian Oh yes, yes! Of course. [the three are escorted up to the Merovingian] Quelle bonne surprise, n'est-ce pas? Who could have guessed we would be seeing each other so soon after our last meeting. The fates are too kind. And since you, my little Judas, have brought them here, I can only surmise the fortune-teller has found herself another shell? Disappointing. But not unexpected. I do hope however that 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.
Merovingian Come now, what kind of question is this? Of course I know, it is my business to know. And some may think this is a strange coincidence, but I do not. I am curious, though, as to how it actually happened…do you know?
No.
Merovingian No? I did not think so. But it is always best to ask.
Morpheus We want to make a deal.
Merovingian Always straight to business, eh Morpheus? Okay. So, 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.
Morpheus What?
Merovingian The eyes of the Oracle. [laughs] I have 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. That seems a perfectly fair and reasonable deal to me. Yes? No?
...I don't have time for this shit. [Draws her gun out and points it to Merovingian. All guns point to Trinity.] You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo, or we all die, right here, right now.
Merovingian Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man?
Believe it.
Persephone She'll do it. If she has to, she'll kill every one of us. She's in love.
Merovingian It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.
Time's up. What's it gonna be, Merv?
