Interviews from the Set of 'The Matrix Revolutions' Page #3

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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?

- 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.

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 sh*t 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.

In 12 hours, the machines

will breach the dock walls.

Every simulation we've run, we've seen

that once the machines are inside the city...

...the odds of our survival

decrease dramatically.

Thus, our primary objective must be...

...to destroy or disable the diggers

inside the dock.

If we can do that, perhaps we can prevent

them from ever reaching the city.

If not, the only place we will be able

to mount a defense...

...will be at the entrance of the temple.

It is small and will force

them into a bottleneck...

...allowing us to concentrate

the remainder of our defense.

We understand that you've requested

additional volunteers.

That is correct.

Precisely what size force are you planning

to commit to the primary dock objective?

Right now, the entire APU Corps

and half the infantry.

- Half the infantry?

- If it were up to me, councillor...

...I'd take every man, woman and child,

put a gun in their hand...

...and march them into that dock.

Perhaps it is best

that it is not up to you.

Time will tell, councillor.

Commander, just one more question.

Has there been word

from the "Nebuchadnezzar"?

None, and at this point there's no reason

to expect there will be.

Perhaps.

But we can hope.

I'm afraid hope is an indulgence

I don't have time for.

- Zee, what are you doing?

- Making shells.

They're evacuating our level.

We have to go.

- I'm not going with you.

- What?

They've called for volunteers

to hold the dock.

Kids, you stay here.

I know how you feel,

but you can't do this.

- I have to.

- Why?

Because I love him.

I love him the same as he loves me.

And if I were out there and he were here,

I know what he'd do.

But you're gonna get yourself killed.

It's crazy, Zee.

Maybe it is. But ask yourself,

if it were Dozer...

...and you knew the only chance you had

to see him was to hold the dock...

...what would you do?

Make shells.

What the sh*t is going on over here?

An accident, sir. I didn't see...

- I'm sorry.

- Who the hell are you?

A unit volunteer, sir.

What's a pod-born pencil-neck like you

doing volunteering for my Corps?

I want to do my part, sir.

We gotta hold the dock.

- How old are you, kid?

- Eighteen.

Should have said 16,

I might have believed that.

Okay, I'm 16.

Minimum age for the Corps is 18.

Sixteen's too young.

The machines don't care how old I am.

They'll kill me just the same.

Ain't that the goddamn truth.

Give me a chance, sir.

I won't let you down.

You do, and you'll find me and the machines

have got something in common.

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's going on in there?

- Whatever it is, it can't be good.

The machines have taken Junction 21.

The way I see it, if we drop down

from broadcast here...

...intersect 153, we might surprise them.

We'll go first, hammer as deep as we can,

then blow our EMP.

Hopefully we can punch a hole

big enough for you to get through.

It ain't pretty, but the way I see it,

it's the only way back.

No, it's not.

There's another way. A support line.

It drops down right here,

If we're lucky, we may be able to slip down

without them ever knowing.

That's a mechanical line.

It's impossible.

- No one can pilot a mechanical.

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