Original MatriX Script Part 16
Neo's eyes light up as he steps closer to the screens that seem alive with a constant flow of data.
NEO: Is that... ?
CYPHER: The Matrix? Yeah.
The monitors are packed with bizarre codes and equations.
CYPHER: You want a drink?
He pours Neo a drink from a large plastic jug.
CYPHER: I'll tell you, I feel for you, man. I really do. Most of us were still young, just punks, when Morpheus jacked us. But you, you had a real life.
Neo takes a sip and it almost kills him. Cypher pounds on his back.
CYPHER: Good shit, huh? Dozer makes it. It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells.
Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing.
CYPHER: Did he tell you why he did it?
CYPHER: I'll bet he didn't tell you that this wasn't the first time he thought he found the One.
Neo shakes his head as Cypher fills his cup and laughs.
CYPHER: Let me give you a piece of advice. Between you and me, if Morpheus says you can fly, I wouldn't go jumping out any windows to find out if he's right. Understand?
Cypher raises his drink. Neo swallows another throatscorching mouthful.
CYPHER: Welcome to the real world!
INT. RESTAURANT (MATRIX) - NIGHT - CHAMBER MUSIC and the ambiance of wealth soak the room as we watch a serrated knife saw through a thick, gorgeous steak.
CYPHER: That's what he said to me nine years ago.
The meat is so perfect, charred on the outside, oozing red juice from the inside, that it could be a dream.
CYPHER: The real world. Ha, what a joke.
We recognize the grating voice, the insidious laugh.
CYPHER: You know what real is? I'll tell you what real is.
A fork stabs the cube of meat and we FOLLOW it UP TO the face of Cypher.
CYPHER: Real is just another four-letter word.
He laughs, shoving the steak into his mouth. The restaurant is located on the top floor of a Chicago skyscraper where the view is breathtaking and the menu has no prices.
Sitting across from Cypher is Agent Smith.
AGENT SMITH: Do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?
Cypher chews the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth.
CYPHER: Mmm, so, so fucking good.
CYPHER: You know, I know that this steak doesn't exist. I know when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, do you know what I've realized?
Pausing, he examines the meat skewered on his fork. He pops it in, eyes rolling up, savoring the tender beef melting in his mouth.
CYPHER: Ignorance is bliss.
AGENT SMITH: Then we have a deal?
CYPHER: I don't want to remember nothing. Nothing! You understand? And I want to be rich. Someone important. Like an actor. You can do that, right?
AGENT SMITH: Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.
Cypher takes a deep drink of wine.
CYPHER: All right. You get my body back in a power plant, reinsert me into the Matrix and I'll get you what you want.
AGENT SMITH: Access codes to Zion.
CYPHER: I told you, I don't know them. But I can give you the man who does.
AGENT SMITH: Morpheus.
INT. MAIN DECK - Sweat dapples his lip as Neo snaps out of the construct coma.
NEO: Jeez, I was wondering about that.
NEO: Why I was bald here but not in the Matrix.
NEO: Residual self image.
TANK: Good. Now what's this?
He points to one of Neo's monitors.
NEO: Life systems monitor, glucose levels.
TANK: What's that?
NEO: Main power supply to the core.
He follows Tank to the operator's station where he points to a red key-switch.
TANK: How about this?
NEO: Mainframe self-destruct. Uses all remaining power to generate an... E.M.P?
TANK: Electromagnetic pulse. Our best weapon against the machines. The problem is if someone is still in the Matrix when that thing goes off, they're not coming back.
Neo nods as Morpheus comes up behind them.
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