1 ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1
so close it has no boundaries.
A blinding cursor pulses in the electric darkness like aheart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneaththe derma of black-neon glass.
A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we weremaking the call. The cursor continues to throb,
relentlessly patient, until -
Data now slashes across the screen, information flashingfaster then we can read: "Call trans opt: received.
Is everything in place?
"Trace program: running."
We listen to the phone conversation as though we were ona third line. The man's name is Cypher. The woman,
I said, is everything in place?
The entire screen with racing columns of numbers.
Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a10-digit phone number in the top corner.
You weren't supposed to relieve
I know but I felt like taking a
The area code is identified. The first three numbers
suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns.
You like him, don't you? You like
We begin MOVING TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as eachdigit is matched, one by one, snapping into place likethe wheels of a slot machine.
Don't be ridiculous.
We're going to kill him. Do you
understand that? He's going to
die just like the others.
Morpheus believes he is the One.
Only two thin digits left.
I... it doesn't matter what I
You don't, do you?
If you have something to say, I
suggest you say it to Morpheus.
I intend to, believe me. Someone
The final NUMBER POPS into place -
Did you hear that?
"Trace complete. Call origin: #312-5550690.
Are you sure this line is clean?
Yeah, 'course I'm sure.
We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the greenNUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR.
I better go.
THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 3.
She hangs up as we PASS THROUGH the numbers, entering thenether world of the computer screen. Suddenly, a flashlight
cuts open the darkness and we find ourselves in -
2 INT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL - NIGHT 2
The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its wayacross the polyester carpeting, destroying several roomsas it spooled soot up the walls and ceiling, leavingpatterns of permanent shadow.
We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights asthey creep down the blackened hall and ready themselveson 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.
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
Sitting there, her hands still on the keyboard, isTRINITY; a woman in black leather.
Hands behind your head! Now! Do
She slowly puts her hands behind her head.
3 EXT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL - NIGHT 3
A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through thepolice cruisers. AGENT SMITH, AGENT BROWN, and AGENT
JONES get out of the car.
They wear dark suits and sunglasses even at night. Theyare also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphonesin one ear, the cord coiling back into their shirtcollars.