The car stops in a deserted alley behind a forgotten hotel.
INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE
It is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry.
Trinity leads Neo from the stairwell down the hall of the thirteenth floor. They stop outside room 1313.
This is it.
Neo can hear his own heart pounding.
Let me give one piece of advice.
Be honest. He knows more than you
can possibly imagine.
INT. ROOM 1313
Across the room, a dark figure stares out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and his smile lights up the room. A dull roar of thunder shakes the old building.
He wears a long black coat and his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and they shake hands.
Welcome, Neo. As you no doubt
have guessed, I am Morpheus.
It's an honor.
No, the honor is mine. Please.
He nods to Trinity and she exits through a door to an adjacent room. They sit across from one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs.
I imagine, right now, you must be
feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling
down the rabbit hole?
You could say that.
I can see it in your eyes. You
have the look of a man who accepts
what he sees because he is
expecting to wake up.
A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his lips.
Ironically, this is not far from
the truth. But I'm getting ahead
of myself. Can you tell me, Neo,
why are you here?
You're Morpheus. You're a legend.
Most hackers would die to meet
Yes. Thank you. But I think we
both know there's more to it than
that. Do you believe in fate,Neo?
Because I don't like the idea that
I'm not in control of my life.
I know exactly what you mean.
Again, that smile that could cut glass.
Let me tell you why you are here.
You have come because you know
something. What you know you
can't explain but you feel it.
You've felt it your whole life,
felt that something is wrong with
the world. You don't know what,
but it's there like a splinter in
your mind, driving you mad. It is
this feeling that brought you to
me. Do you know what I'm talking
Do you want to know what it is?
Neo swallows hard and nods.
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all
around us, here even in this room.
You can see it out your window or
on your television. You feel it
when you go to work, or go to
church or pay your taxes. It is
the world that has been pulled
over your eyes to blind you from
That you are a slave, Neo. Like
everyone else, you were born into
bondage, kept inside a prison that
you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind.
The leather creaks as he leans back.
Unfortunately, no one can be told
what the Matrix is. You have to
see it for yourself.
Morpheus opens his hands. In the right is a red pill. In the left, a blue pill.
MORPHEUSThe pills in his open hands are reflected in the glasses.
This is your last chance. After
this, there is no going back. You
take the blue pill and the story
ends. You wake in your bed and
you believe whatever you want to
MORPHEUSNeo feels the smooth skin of the capsules, the moisture growing in his palms.
You take the red pill and you stay
in Wonderland and I show you how
deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Remember that all I am offering is
the truth. Nothing more.
Neo opens his mouth and swallows the red pill. The Cheshire smile returns.
INT. OTHER ROOM
He leads Neo into the other room, which is cramped with high-tech equipment, glowing ash-blue and electric green from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher look up as they enter.
Apoc, are we on-line?
He and Trinity are working quickly, hardwiring a complex system of monitors, modules and drives.
Neo, time is always against us.
Will you take a seat there?
Neo sits in a chair in the center of the room and Trinity begins gently fixing white electrode disks to him. Near the chair is an old oval dressing mirror that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity:
NEOShe nods, placing a set of headphones over his ears. They are wired to an old hotel phone.
You did all this?
The pill you took is part of a
trace program. It's designed to
disrupt your input/output carrier
signal so we can pinpoint your
What does that mean?
It means buckle up, Dorothy,
'cause Kansas is going bye-bye.- From the script of the movie Matrix, written by Larry and Andy Wachowski