INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) SUNSET

 

       MORPHEUS’ phone rings. He answers. It’s Razor.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                     " Exit ready sir."

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                " Check the phone for bombs."

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

      CIRCA looks over some data and shakes her head.

 

                           CIRCA

 

                       " It’s clear."

 

 

INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

                        RAZOR (O.S.)

 

" It’s all set. There’s a pair of cops at the rest stop, though."

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                      " Not a problem."

 

THE Countach pulls into the meager rest stop, not more than a water

fountain, toilet house and phone booth.

 

A police cruiser sits, lights off, waiting to intercept speeders.

 

 

EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

THE Countach skids to a stop, kicking up a massive dust cloud that

hides the car. We hear the door slide, and the massive black-clad

figure of MORPHEUS emerges from the dust.

 

            An Uzi in each hand, pointed at US.

 

THE COP behind the wheel is too slow to draw, call for backup, or even

duck for cover. The safety glass is destroyed as gunfire rips through

it, chewing the cop to pieces. His body thrashes in the seat.

 

MORPHEUS turns away. NIOBE pulls up on her bike and gets off, slowly,

obviously the ride had been a long one. Trinity joins them. Morpheus

stops.

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

        " I thought Razor said their were two cops."

 

 

INT. BATHROOM HOUSE (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

A ROOKIE cop, his face to young for a razor, is shaking as he peeks

through a crack in the door, through which he sees the terrorists who

just wasted his partner. He finishes buckling his pants, and draws his

service pistol, only to shake in pain as his body morphs.

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

RAZOR and CIRCA see the agent morph as the code flies down the screen.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                    " Fuck, fuck fuck! "

 

 

EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

THEY smell something’s wrong. They move, back to back in a triangle,

for the phone booth, weapons draw and looking in all direction at

once.

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                    " Niobe, you first."

 

                          TRINITY

 

                 " Bullshit, it’s my turn."

 

                           NIOBE

 

                " Junior ranks leave first."

 

TRINITY enters the booth as the phone starts ringing.

 

It’s the moment Smith was waiting for.

 

HE BURSTS out of the door, gun firing at the booth. Inside, glass

shatters, and blood sprays as Trinity is riddled with bullets. Smith

doesn’t stop. He sprays for an eternity, even firing as she collapses,

phone still ringing. Her body slumps, smearing blood against the booth

door as it shuts from her weight.

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)

 

TRINITY’S body spasms violently against her harness as her life  signs

go berserk. She’s not dead, but death is only seconds away. Circa

screams, but Razor is locked, staring at the screen with the intensity

from which he derived his name.

 

 

EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX) - NIGHT

 

MORPHEUS and NIOBE open fire. Smith shudders, flickers violently, his

body moving too fast to follow as the two rebels empty their clips at

 him. The actions of the guns stop in the open position, barrels and

empty chambers smoking, as the last empty shells patter to the ground.

 

MORPHEUS throws the guns down and turns to Niobe.

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                       " Get her out."

 

NIOBE dives for the shattered booth, kicking away the starred glass

and answering the ringing phone. She pulls it down,  and hauls

Trinity’s destroyed body up, placing the phone to her ear.

 

TRINITY’S head merely sags lifelessly to one side.

 

                           NIOBE

 

" Come on! Go through, Trinity! God damnit don’t give up! "

 

TRINITY’S eyes flicker. She focuses on Niobe, summoning her

consciousness enough to make the phase back into the real world. She

starts to fade as we cut to:

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)

 

CIRCA stands over Trinity as the rebels blue eyes flutter open. Her

whole body goes into a seizure and she chokes and screams as she grabs

Circa.

 

                           CIRCA

 

                " You’re safe, you’re safe! "

 

 

EXT. REST STOP

 

MORPHEUS charges SMITH. Smith ignores reloads him, and sights in on

the exposed back of Niobe as she is reaching up to put the phone back

on the hook. As the sights rest right between her shoulder blades,

Morpheus grabs his gun with both hands. He squeezes off one shot, the

action freeze back on an empty chamber, before Morpheus throws his

hands up in the air

 

The shot ricochets clips Niobe’s ear and ricochets off the booth. She

hangs up the phone and touches the blood of her ear. The phone rings.

She looks at it, then back at Morpheus and Smith, raising dust as they

fight.

 

She leaves the ringing phone and runs to join the fight.

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

RAZOR pounds the edge of the console as he watches the screen.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                      " Crazy mothers! "

 

CIRCA has removed Trinity’s interface, but she’s having a seizure.

Circa can barely hold her down as she uses her teeth to rip the cover

off a wicked hypo.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                  " What’s wrong with her? "

 

                           CIRCA

 

        " Her body’s dying but her mind won’t quit."

 

CIRCA straddles her and plunges the massive needle into her chest.

 

 

EXT. REST STOP (MATRIX)

 

Morpheus and Smith clash in the dust - punches, kicks, and blocks

coming too fast to see. Smith is wailing on Morpheus, but Morpheus

sneaks in a kick that separates them. They take stances a good two

distances away. They’re about to go at it again when:

 

NIOBE sprints into the fight. Performing a flying  leap kick, Smith

grabs her and swings her down, crashing her body into the concrete

with a sickening crack-thud. She rolls, fighting the pain, as Morpheus

flies back into action, catching the agent with a furious ass of

swinging kicks.

 

Niobe grits back the pain and rejoins her love. Together they assault

the agent, their speed almost, almost equaling his, their will capped

by the limits of their Matrix-bending powers. Finally, Smith resurges.

He lands a punch into Niobe’s stomach, and her body folds over

unnaturally, as if her back is broken. She crumples to the deck, blood

pouring from her mouth.

 

MORPHEUS screams and brings a hammer blow down on the back of Smith’s

neck, smashing the agent’s face down and imprinting it in the

concrete. For a moment, Smith is still. Morpheus collects Niobe and

runs for the phone booth, which is still ringing.

 

IT’S too far. Smith grabs him around the knees, spilling him forward.

Man handling him like he weighs nothing, Smith gets on top of him and

starts smashing his fists down into Morpheus’ face.

 

                           SMITH

 

     " I should have killed you the first chance I had."

 

Like an enraged silverback, he raises his fists together for one final

blow. But instead of striking, his eyes catch something. He flips

back, jumping, as a silver streak cuts through the air, a split second

too slow to cut the agent’s head off. Instead, it slices cleanly

through the triceps of the raised arms, leaving nick on the throat.

 

RAZOR, dressed in a black kimono and wielding two katanas, steps over

Morpheus as he pursues the agent. Smith rolls backwards, gains his

footing, and retreats from the swirling blades of death. He turns to

Morpheus:

 

                           RAZOR

 

                           " Go! "

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

RAZOR is strapped into one of the interface chairs, his eyes closed.

 

 

EXT. REST STOP

 

HALF-DEAD MORPHEUS drags NIOBE to the booth.

 

Behind them, Agent Smith backs away from RAZOR’S dual blades, on long,

one short. Whenever Razor attacks, Smith backs away. They circle one

another.

 

           MORPHEUS puts Niobe through the phone.

 

                 RAZOR forces Smith around.

 

                           RAZOR

 

         " Come on, tough guy, come got some Razor."

 

SMITH frowns and moves forward, but the whistling edge of a blade

makes him think twice. RAZOR holds the short sword parallel to the

ground, the long sword straight up. He hides his eyes behind the short

sword.

 

SMITH’s back is against the sunset. The sun drops below a cloud.

 

RAZOR flashes the light off his short blade, directly into Smith’s

eyes, blinding him as he strikes with the long sword.

 

SMITH, blinded, turns and backs away. RAZOR attacks.

 

IN the booth, Niobe is gone. MORPHEUS hangs up the phone. He can

barely stand up enough to reach the handset. When it rings he picks it

up. But he doesn’t disappear.

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                        " Reload me."

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

                           CIRCA

 

                        " All right."

 

SHE punches some keys. MORPHEUS’ 3-D avatar flashes on a console,

along with a massive array of weapons.

 

 

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