EXT. ROOFTOP (MATRIX) - DAY

 

NEO and GREGORY SMASH through the roof, flying upward, like a missile,

past us.

 

 

EXT. SKY (MATRIX) - DAY

 

CU: NEO

 

HIS FACE is contorted in rage as he rockets upward. GREGORY is barely

conscious. Seeing this, NEO stops, and flings Gregory’s body violently

earthward.

 

NEO looks down as the body falls toward the city, thousands of feet

below. He turns away, just as the distant  GREGORY is falling out of

sight. Just before he does, the speck of a person PULLS up, and grows

larger and larger as it returns. A contrail streaks behind him as a

rips through the air. FISTS FORWARD, GREGORY is like an MX missile

bearing on NEO.

 

NEO turns just in time to catch BOTH FISTS in his chest. Like a cue

ball striking another billiard, all Gregor’s momentum is transferred

into Neo. Gregor stops dead in the air as Neo is hurtled out of view.

 

CU: GREGOR

 

HE is in shock somehow as he sees NEO flying away. He clenches his

fists and flexes his body, then looks down.

 

WE see the ground, thousands of feet below.

 

                          GREGORY

 

                        " Holy shit! "

 

FOR some reason, he starts to fall. Even as he claws to maintain

altitude, his rational mind has caught up with him and is somehow

denying the fact that he can fly.

 

As he’s facing the ground, NEO slams into him from above. Gripping

Gregor by the neck and his belt, he drives straight down. The ground

rushes, it takes one second to drop past a 50-story skyscraper. Neo

slams Gregor, front first, into the concrete sidewalk. They bust

through the sidewalk, into the sewer below.

 

 

INT. SEWER (MATRIX) - DAY

 

NEO stands. Offscreen, we can here choking breaths. Neo looks down.

Gregor lies twisted on a concrete slab, impaled multiple times through

the chest by snapped, rusty rebar. He takes one last breath, and his

eyes half-close.

 

NEO checks the pulse. Finding nothing, he leaps out of the hole.

 

CU: GREGORY

 

HIS eyes blink, and he follows NEO’s departure. Choking, unable to

breath with the rebar through him, he writhes. There’s nothing for him

to grab to pull himself off the steel.

 

His eyes clenched shut, Gregor levitates, by force of will, pulling

his body off the rebar. The corrugated bars make wet, sucking sounds

as the pull through his body. Finally, he gets to a twisted piece of

bar, and can’t make it over. He’s losing all his breath, all his life

force, over one piece of twisted steel protruding from his chest.

 

WITH one last, wiggling effort, he works it through him. HIS mouth

opens wide, but no sounds emit, lest he recall Neo. Just as the end of

the steel bar enters his body and we can’t take any more,

 

                                                          CUT TO:

 

 

EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

THE Countach and bike zip down a long, perfectly flat empty road. A

brown sunset plagues the horizon. There is no civilization in sight.

 

 

INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

MORPHEUS tries his cell again. This time, it reaches the Neb.

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT

 

RAZOR and CIRCA are both operating the consoles.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                        " Operator."

 

                      MORPHEUS (O.S.)

 

             " Good to hear you’re still there."

 

                           RAZOR

 

         " Jesus, you too. Where the fuck are you? "

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

" About two hundred miles east of the city, on highway 315. We need an

                           exit."

 

                           RAZOR

 

     " Coming up on your left, ten miles, a rest stop."

 

 

INT. COUNTACH (MATRIX) - SUNSET

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

             " I don’t remember an exit there."

 

                           RAZOR

 

                   " Gimme five minutes."

 

                          MORPHEUS

 

                           " Out."

 

 

INT. MAIN DECK (NIGHT)

 

RAZOR clears the screen in front of him and cracks his fingers. He

looks at Circa.

 

                           CIRCA

 

                       " They’re OK? "

 

                           RAZOR

 

      " Gotta get ‘em out. They need an exit program."

 

CU: Keyboard. RAZOR’S fingers fly at inhuman speeds over the keys.

Data pours down the console as he blazes away. Finally, he hits

‘enter’ so hard it rocks the station.

 

RAZOR turns to  Circa as Matrix code resumes its cascade down the

screens.

 

                           RAZOR

 

                 " Yes! Did you like that? "

 

                 CIRCA just rolls her eyes.

 

 

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