Decoded: The Making of 'The Matrix Reloaded' Page #6

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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.

-lf 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.

Can't hurt.

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, sh*t.

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.

-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.

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 f***ing 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.

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