분야
hwpby Larry and Andy Wachowski
FADE IN:
ON COMPUTER SCREEN
so close it has no boundaries.
A blinking cursor pulses in the electronic darkness like a
heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the
derma of black-neon glass.
A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were
making the call. The cursor continues to throb,
relentlessly patient, until --
MAN (V.O.)
Yeah?
Data now slashes across the screen, information flashing
faster than we can read: "Call trans opt: received.
2-19-96 13:24:18 REC:Log>."
WOMAN (V.O.)
Is everything in place?
The man is silent. On screen: "Trace program: running."
We listen to the phone conversation as though we were on a
third line. The mans name is Cypher. The woman,
Trinity.
TRINITY (WOMAN) (V.O.)
I said, is everything in place?
The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers.
Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a 10-
digit phone number in the top corner.
CYPHER (MAN) (V.O.)
You werent supposed to relieve me.
TRINITY (V.O.)
I know but I felt like taking a
shift.
The area code is identified. The first three numbers
suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns.
CYPHER (V.O.)
You like him, dont you? You like
watching him?
We begin MOVING TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as each
digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the
wheels of a slot machine.
TRINITY (V.O.)
Dont be ridiculous.
CYPHER (V.O.)
Were going to kill him. Do you
understand that? Hes going to die
just like the others.
TRINITY (V.O.)
Morpheus believes he is the One.
Only two thin digits left.
CYPHER (V.O.)
Do you?
TRINITY (V.O.)
I... it doesnt matter what I
believe.
CYPHER (V.O.)
You dont, do you?
TRINITY (V.O.)
If you have something to say, I
suggest you say it to Morpheus.
CYPHER (V.O.)
I intend to, believe me. Someone
has to.
The final NUMBER POPS into place --
TRINITY (V.O.)
Did you hear that?
CYPHER (V.O.)
Hear what?
On screen: "Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690."
TRINITY (V.O.)
Are you sure this line is clean?
CYPHER (V.O.)
Yeah, course Im sure.
We MOVE, STILL CLOSING, the ELECTRIC HUM of the green
NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR.
TRINITY (V.O.)
I better go.
She hangs up as we PASS THROUGH the numbers, entering the
nether world of the computer screen.
Suddenly, a flashlight cuts open the darkness and we find
ourselves in --
모
INT. CHASE HOTEL - NIGHT
The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its way across
the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it
spooled soot up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of
permanent shadow.
We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as
they creep down the blackened hall and ready themselves on
either side of Room 303.
The biggest of them violently kicks in the door --
The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before
them.
BIG COP
Police! Freeze!
The room is almost devoid of furniture. There is a fold-
up table and chair with a phone, a modem, and a Powerbook
computer. The only light in the room is the glow of the
computer.
Sitting there, her hands still on the keyboard, is
TRINITY; a woman in black leather.
BIG COP
Hands behind your head! Now! Do
it!
She slowly puts her hands behind her head.
모
EXT. CHASE HOTEL - NIGHT
A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the
police cruisers.
AGENT SMITH and AGENT BROWN get out of the car.
They wear dark suits and sunglasses even at night. They
are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones
in one ear, the cord coiling back into their shirt
collars.
AGENT SMITH
Lieutenant?
LIEUTENANT
Oh shit.
AGENT SMITH
Lieutenant, you were given specific
orders --
LIEUTENANT
Im just doing my job. You gimme
that Juris-my-dick-tion and you can
cram it up your ass.
AGENT SMITH
The orders were for your
protection.
The Lieutenant laughs.
LIEUTENANT
I think we can handle one little
girl.
Agent Smith nods to Agent Brown as they start toward the
hotel.
LIEUTENANT
I sent two units. Theyre bringing
her down now.
AGENT SMITH
No, Lieutenant, your men are already
dead.
모
INT. CHASE HOTEL
The Big Cop flicks out his cuffs, the other cops holding a
bead. Theyve done this a hundred times, they know
theyve got her, until the Big Cop reaches with the cuffs
and Trinity moves --
It almost doesnt register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly
fast.
The eye blinks and Trinitys palm snaps up and his nose
explodes, blood erupting. Her leg kicks with the force of
a wrecking ball and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty
pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the cop
farthest from her.
Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the WALLS, flashlights
sweeping with panic as the remaining cops try to stop a
leather-clad ghost.
A GUN still in the cops hand is snatched, twisted and
FIRED. There is a final violent exchange of GUNFIRE and
when its over, Trinity is the only one standing.
A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop.
TRINITY
Shit.
모
EXT. CHASE HOTEL
Agent Brown enters the hotel while Agent Smith heads for
the alley.
모
INT. CHASE HOTEL
Trinity is on the phone, p
