The Matrix Revolutions

I got nothing, sir. No sign of Niobe or Ghost.

Nothing but blue pills.

Should we try to contact them?

Won't matter. My gut says they're down.

- We should start back. - If that ship can fly, we need it.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Search every pipe, every hole, every crack we know.

Sweep as wide as possible, as fast as possible.

- Lines are crawling with calamari. - Then the sooner we find them the better.

Thought you could use something to eat.

Thank you.

Any change?

No.

- How is he? - He's gonna be fine.

At least until he wakes up.

- What do you mean? - Captain has some questions for him.

He'd better have some good answers.

You see these cuts? I think they're self-inflicted.

- Why? - VDTs maybe. I don't know.

But like I said, the answer better be good.

Roland, I'd like to run another search through the Matrix.

- For what? - For Neo.

How could he be in the Matrix, sir? He's not plugged in.

Please, for me.

This is what keeps bothering me.

What?

His neural patterns don't read like someone who's in a coma.

The strange thing is, I see these patterns all the time.

- Where? - On someone jacked in.

The big bupkes. Nada. He's not in there.

Sir, I got the projections. How long?

Based on point of entry and past speed, the machines will be in Zion in 20 hours.

Jesus H. Christ.

All right, let's move with a purpose. AK, I want you on holographics.

Mauser, I want forward and aft guns manned at all times.

Make sure we're running on as few pads as possible.

- Yes, sir. - Hey.

- Hey! You got a call. What?

Operator.

It's Seraph.

I bring word from the Oracle. You must come at once.

Good morning.

- Who are you? - My name is Sati. Your name is Neo.

My papa says you're not supposed to be here. He says you must be lost.

Are you lost, Neo?

- Where am I? - This is the train station.

- This isn't the Matrix? - That's where the train goes.

That's where we're going, but you cannot go with us.

- Why not? - He won't let you.

- Who won't? - The Trainman. I don't like him.

But my papa says we have to do what the Trainman says...

...or else he will leave us here forever and ever.

Morpheus, Trinity, thank you for coming.

One thing I've learned in all my years...

...is that nothing ever works out the way you want it to.

- Who are you? - I'm the Oracle.

I wish there was an easy way to get through this, but there ain't.

I'm sorry this had to happen.

I'm sorry I couldn't be sitting here like you remember me...

- ...but it wasn't meant to be. - What happened?

I made a choice, and that choice cost me more than I wanted it to.

What choice?

To help you, to guide Neo.

Now, since the real test for any choice is having to make the same choice again...

...knowing full well what it might cost...

...I guess I feel pretty good about that choice...

...because here I am, at it again.

- Do you know what happened to Neo? - Yes.

He is trapped in a place between this world and the machine world.

The link is controlled by a program called the Trainman.

He uses it to smuggle programs in and out of the Matrix.

If he finds out where Neo is before you get to him...

...then I'm afraid our choices are going to become difficult.

- Why? - Because of who the Trainman works for.

The Merovingian.

He has placed a bounty on your lives. You must be careful at all times.

Seraph knows how to find the Trainman. He'll go with you.

For years he has protected me.

I hope he can do the same for you.

Please, follow me.

Oracle...

I know, Morpheus.

I can see you're filled with doubt, clouded by uncertainty.

After everything that has happened, how can you expect me to believe you?

I don't.

I expect just what I've always expected:

For you to make up your own damn mind. Believe me or don't.

All I can do is tell you that your friend is in trouble, and he needs your help.

He needs all our help.

- Are you from the Matrix? - Yes.

No.

- I mean, I was. - Why did you leave?

- I had to. - I had to leave my home too.

Sati! Come here, darling. Leave the poor man in peace.

Yes, Papa.

I am sorry. She is still very curious.

- I know you. - Yes, in the restaurant of the Frenchman.

I am Rama-Kandra. This is my wife, Kamala. My daughter, Sati.

We are most honored to meet you.

- You are programs. - Oh, yes.

I am the power-plant systems manager for recycling operations.

My wife is an interactive software programmer. She is highly creative.

What are you doing here? You do not belong here.

Kamala! Goodness, I apologize. My wife can be very direct.

It's okay.

I don't have an answer.

- I don't even know where "here" is. This place is nowhere.

It is between your world and our world.

- Who's the Trainman? - He works for the Frenchman.

Why did I know you were going to say that?

The Frenchman does not forget, and he does not forgive.

- You know him? - I know only what I need to know.

I know if you want to take something from our world into your world...

...that does not belong there, you must go to the Frenchman.

Is that what you're doing here?

- Rama, please. - I do not want to be cruel, Kamala.

He may never see another face for the rest of his life.

I'm sorry.

- You don't have to answer that question. - No, I don't mind.

The answer is simple.

I love my daughter very much.

I find her to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

But where we are from, that is not enough.

Every program that is created must have a purpose.

If it does not, it is deleted.

I went to the Frenchman to save my daughter.

- You do not understand. - I just have never--

Heard a program speak of love.

- It is a human emotion. - No, it is a word.

What matters is the connection the word implies.

I see that you are in love.

Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?

Anything.

Then perhaps the reason you are here...

...is not so different than the reason I am here.

That's him.

- Get away! Get away from me! - We don't want trouble.

- Get the hell away from me! - We need your help.

I can't help you! No one can help you!

Oh, no!

Damn it!

- When is the train due? - It is already late.

It's not like the Trainman to be late.

You think it has something to do with me?

I cannot say.

Who knows such things? Only the Oracle.

- You know the Oracle? - Everyone knows the Oracle.

I consulted with her before I met with the Frenchman.

She promised she'd look after Sati after we said goodbye.

Goodbye?

- You're not staying with her? It is not possible.

Our arrangement with the Frenchman was for our daughter only.

- My wife and I must return to our world. - Why?

- That is our karma. - You believe in karma?

Karma is 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.

- Papa, the train! - Yes. Find your bag. Quickly.

Can I carry that for you?

All right.

Hurry it up, I'm late!

Who are you?

- He is a friend. - Rama!

I know you.

- So that's what they wanted. - I need to get back.

- I'll pay you whatever you want. - Oh.

One way or another, I'm getting on this train.

Oh, no, no, no.

You'll stay right here until the Merovingian says different.

If I know him...

...you're gonna be here for a long, long time.

- I don't want to hurt you. - You don't get it.

I built this place.

Down here, I make the rules. Down here, I make the threats.

Down here, I'm God.

Get on the train or you'll stay here with him.

We should return to the Oracle. She will know what to do.

No. We know what has to be done.

Shit.

You gotta be kidding.

Holy shit, it's wingless.

I get it.

You must be ready to die.

I need to speak with him.

Only way you're getting through this door is over my big, dead ass.

So be it.

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.

Can I take your--? Oh, my God.

What in the hell?

I don't believe this.

Hey! Hey!

The prodigal child returns.

Are you here for the bounty, Seraph?