EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP, LATE DAY (CONSTRUCT)

 

TRINITY sits alone on the tip of an impossibly high finger of rock. It

looks like it sits on the rooftop of the world. All around her, as far

as the eye can see, lie mountains. Their snow-capped peaks are pink in

the sunset light.

 

She looks into the sunset. Heavy thoughts weigh on her mind.

 

A hand appears on her shoulder. It’s NEO. How he got on the finger of

rock is anyone’s guess.

 

                            NEO

 

                           " Boo."

 

TRINITY grins slightly and pulls on his arm. There is only enough room

for one on the end of the rock, so he sits down behind her.

 

                          TRINITY

 

                 " Don’t lose your balance."

 

                            NEO

 

                " It doesn’t matter if I do."

 

                          TRINITY

 

                     " So, you can fly."

 

                            NEO

 

                           " Yes."

 

                          TRINITY

 

                   " Do you think I can? "

 

                            NEO

 

  " I think you can do anything you want, if you believe."

 

                          TRINITY

 

                        " Like you? "

 

                            NEO

 

    " I don’t know. I don’t know exactly what I can do."

 

                    TRINITY half turns.

 

                          TRINITY

 

                " Will you teach me to fly? "

 

                            NEO

 

                  " I don’t know if I can."

 

                          TRINITY

 

                 " Free your mind of doubt."

 

NEO stands, and steps in front of TRINITY. He’s on the very, very edge

of the rock. He extends his hand down to her. She grabs it, and he

hauls her up. Her eyes dart to the ground, thousands of feet below the

finger.

 

                          TRINITY

 

     " In this construct program, the ground can kill."

 

                            NEO

 

               " I won’t let you fall. Ever."

 

THEY look into each other’s eyes. Despite the trauma they’ve been

through, and not even truly knowing one another, there’s a connection.

 

NEO suddenly backs away. He walks on the air with perfect traction, as

though he’s on an invisible plane of glass. He leaves TRINITY standing

precariously on the edge, wobbling a bit as she maintains balance

against nerves. She breathes deep, and looks back up at NEO,

maintaining her cool even as she eyes the spectacle.

 

NEO stands a few feet away from her, completely at ease as the high

altitude winds ruffle his hair.

 

NEO extends a hand to her.

 

                            NEO

 

" It’s not real, Trinity. You’re not standing there. Step out. I can do

                     it. You can, too."

 

 

With one last glance at the infinite drop, she  steadies herself and

stares straight into his eyes. Blue meet brown. Breathless, she steps

straight out.

 

She takes one step in the air. For a breathless second, as she steps

off the edge, she is stable. When she takes her foot off the edge,

though, she sways, and her foot slips, as though she’s on a greasy

surface bobbing up and down. She corrects herself, tries another step,

sags further.

 

                          TRINITY

 

                          " Shit."

 

SHE glances down, then locks eyes with NEO. Then drops like an anvil.

 

                            NEO

 

                         " Whoops."

 

HE dives down, shooting like a missile. TRINITY is calm, falling

backwards, watching NEO come for her. The rocky ground looms behind

her. She makes no effort to reach for NEO as he draws close to her. HE

reaches for her with all his might.

 

                            NEO

 

                         " Grab me! "

 

TRINITY makes no effort to save herself, even as collision is seconds

away. She stares at him intently.

 

                            NEO

 

                      " Grab on to me! "

 

SEEING she is doing nothing, he goes beneath her and scoops her up,

Superman style. He barely accomplishes  this before he slows and

settles onto the rocky ground.

 

They are in a twilight glade shaded by the mountains.

 

                            NEO

 

              " What the hell were you doing? "

 

    TRINITY smiles slightly. Her madness has a purpose.

 

                          TRINITY

 

                    " Showing you, Neo."

 

                            NEO

 

   " Showing me what? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

 

                          TRINITY

 

     " I want you to know how much faith I have in you."

 

                            NEO

 

         " Oh. And this requires acts of insanity? "

 

TRINITY smiles. She looks him up and down. She moves intimately close.

 

               " So, you really are Superman."

 

                            NEO

 

                " Only when I’m plugged in."

 

 TRINITY steps away. NEO grabs her shoulder and turns her to him. He

                         attempts a

 

kiss, but she turns her face, letting it land on her cheek.

 

                            NEO

 

                          " What? "

 

         TRINITY looks at him, then up at the sky.

 

                          TRINITY

 

              " It’s not you. Just, not here."

 

      NEO doesn’t understand. TRINITY rolls her eyes.

 

                          TRINITY

 

" They’re watching us, you big dope. Do you know how horny computer

                        geeks get? "

 

 

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

 

CHOI, RAZOR, DUJOUR, and CIRCA are sitting around the operator’s

console, feet up, eating. On the screens are patchy images of TRINITY

and NEO standing together in the GLADE. It’s like they’re watching a

soap opera.

 

TRINITY and NEO are looking in their direction.

 

ON THE interface chairs, the bodies of TRINITY and NEO lay supine.

 

 

EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)

 

               TRINITY grabs NEO by the arm.

 

                          TRINITY

 

                        " Over here."

 

              SHE leads him into the shadows.

 

 

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

 

THE VOYEURISTIC crewmembers collectively groan as the lovers disappear

off the screen and into the darkness.

 

RAZOR puts his hand on CIRCA’S shoulder and sighs.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                       " So romantic."

 

CIRCA calmly pats his hand and removes it, holding it in front of him.

 

                           CIRCA

 

" I’m sure Mary Palmer will appreciate your mood more than I."

 

 

EXT. GLADE (CONSTRUCT)

 

IN the blue twilight shade, NEO and TRINITY kiss tentatively, slowly,

then quicker as they give in to their feelings for one another. WE

move around them slowly, then pan into the shadows, a natural fadeout.

 

 

INT. OFFICE (MATRIX)

 

AGENTS JONES and BROWN sit across from each other, a steel table

between them. They stare at each other for what seems like a long

time. There is a speaker phone in the middle of the table amidst neat

stacks of file folders.

 

                        AGENT JONES

 

                 " Our defeat is worrisome."

 

                        AGENT BROWN

 

             " As is the loss of our colleague."

 

THEY ARE BOTH seething with anger. AGENT JONES grinds his molars.

 

                           JONES

 

       " We can’t defeat them. You saw what happened."

 

                           JONES

 

         " We have a backup copy of Agent Smith..."

 

 JONES stands and walks toward the massive panoramic window. The city

                    spreads before him.

 

                           JONES

 

" A backup is not good enough. We need to upgrade ourselves to meet the

                        new threat."

 

              BROWN opens a large file folder.

 

                           BROWN

 

" He’s being rebuilt. But I have an alternate plan. Why fight the

        humans, when we can let them fight for us? "

 

                           JONES

 

 " The terrorists have learned to bend our reality in ways we cannot.

             This was the cause of our defeat."

 

                           BROWN

 

 " Mr. Thomas J. Anderson is not unique. Over the decades, many humans

 have developed... techniques for manipulating the Matrix. Techniques

too primitive for us to understand. Most never realize their

potential, but all the ones we’ve noticed exhibiting these talents are

                      recorded here."

 

ANGLE ON the book as BROWN flips through. Street shots of people from

all walks of life. Young rebels, corporate suits, junkies, housewives.

 

                JONES turns on AGENT BROWN.

 

                           JONES

 

               " Do you have anyone in mind? "

 

ANGLE ON the book. It stops on a page dedicated to someone who looks

like NEO, but with long hair and an extremely bad attitude. There are

photos of him on a motorcycle with a blonde, photos of him drinking

with his gang friends.

 

                           BROWN

 

" Gregory Lowfield. He exhibits the traits we saw in Mr. Anderson."

 

                     MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)

 

" Mr. Anderson no longer exists. Our enemy now is the one called...

                          NEO."

 

                     ANGLE ON: THE DOOR

 

AGENT SMITH walks in, grinning. There is a new swag to his walk, and

his hair is longer, tied back.

 

                           BROWN

 

                  " You’ve been recreated."

 

SMITH flexes his arm, examines his hands, and feels his hair.

 

                           JONES

 

                 " And you have more hair."

 

SMITH turns to him, examines the photos on the table. They lock eyes.

On the same wavelength, they transfer knowledge without speaking.

SMITH looks at the photo on the table.

 

                           SMITH

 

" I know what you’re thinking. What we need is our own Neo..."

 

                           JONES

 

                    " If it’s possible."

 

                           SMITH

 

                  " I’ll make it possible."

 

WE ZOOM in on the grainy photo of NEO’s doppledanger. Quiet at first,

growing louder as it grows dark, we here the rumble and roar of

motorcycles.

 

 

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