Original MatriX Script Part 14
NEO: You don't have...
TANK: Any holes? Nope. Me and my brother Dozer, we are 100 percent pure, old fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the real world. Genuine child of Zion.
TANK: Zion is the place, man. You'll see it one day. Last human city. All we got left.
TANK: Goddamn, I got to tell you I'm fairly excited to see what you are capable of. I mean if Morpheus is right and all. We're not supposed to talk about any of that, but if you are, well then this is an exciting time. We got a lot to do so let's get to it.
INT. MAIN DECK - Neo is plugged in, hanging in one of the suspension chairs.
TANK: We're supposed to load all these operations programs first, but this is some major boring shit. Why don't we start something a little fun?
Tank smiles as he plops into his operator's chair. He begins flipping through a tall carousel loaded with micro discs.
TANK: How about sore combat training?
Neo reads the label on the disk.
NEO: Jujitsu? I'm going to learn jujitsu?
Tank slides the disk into Neo's supplement drive.
NEO: No way.
Smiling, Tank punches the "load" code. Neo's body jumps against the harness as his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his brain sizzles. An instant later his eyes snap open.
NEO: Holy shit!
TANK: Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more?
NEO: Hell yes!
INT. MAIN DECK - CLOSE ON COMPUTER MONITOR - LATER - As grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is a meter displaying how much download time is left. The title bar reads: "Combat Series 10 of 12," file categories flashing beneath it: Savate, Jujitsu, Ken Po, Drunken Boxing...
MORPHEUS: How is he?
Tank looks at his watch, rubs his eyes.
TANK: Ten hours straight. He's a machine.
Neo's body spasms and relaxes as his eyes open, breath hissing from his lips. He looks like he just orgasmed. He looks at Morpheus.
NEO: This is incredible. I know Kung Fu.
MORPHEUS: Show me.
INT. DOJO - They are standing in a very sparse japanese-style dojo.
MORPHEUS: This is a sparring program, similar to the programmed reality of the Matrix. Consider this your first lesson.
He assumes a fighting stance.
MORPHEUS: Attack me.
Neo assumes a similar stance, cautiously circling until he gives a short cry and launches a furious attack. It is like a Jackie Chan movie at high speed, fists and feet striking from every angle as Neo presses his attack -- But each and every blow is blocked by effortless speed.
MOUSE: Morpheus is fighting Neo!
All at once they bolt for the door.
MORPHEUS: Good. Adaption. Improvisation. But your weakness isn't your technique.
Morpheus attacks him and it is like nothing we have seen. His feet and fists are everywhere taking Neo apart. For every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- Neo falls.
MORPHEUS: How did I beat you?
NEO: You -- You're too fast.
MORPHEUS: Do you think my being faster, stronger has anything to do with my muscles in this place?
Neo is frustrated, still unable to catch his breath.
MORPHEUS: Do you believe that's air you are breathing now?
Neo squints at him.
MORPHEUS: If you can free your mind, the body will follow.
Neo stands, nodding.
Their fists fly with pneumatic speed.
CABLE: Jeezus Keerist! That boy is fast!
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