Decoded: The Making of 'The Matrix Reloaded' Page #5

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She does not understand why.

Is it the wine? No.

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 chrie, 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 Ioyal.

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 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.

My God! My God, Persephone,

how could you do this? You betray me.

-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.

-It is a game. It is only a game.

-So is this.

Have fun.

All right.

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.

Sh*t.

-Operator.

-Link, where am I?

You won't believe this,

but you're way up in the mountains.

-Really?

-lt'll take me a while to get an exit.

-Sh*t!

-What?

The twins are after Morpheus and Trinity.

They don't have a way out.

-Where are they?

-Middle of the city, 500 miles due south.

-Operator.

-Get us out of here.

-Won't be easy.

-I know. We're inside the core network.

The only exit I got

near you is the Winslow overpass.

-Off the freeway.

-Yes, sir.

-Fine, we'll make it.

-I should... Oh, sh*t! 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!

We have confirmation from the Icarus.

First two ships

are in position for counterattack.

Good.

Any change?

They hit some iron ore here.

Slowed them down a little.

-How much?

-An hour, maybe.

That would give them

a little over nine hours.

Yes, sir.

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

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