Original MatriX Script Part 26
He wipes sweat from Morpheus' forehead, coating the tips of his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose.
AGENT SMITH: Repulsive, isn't it?
He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands.
AGENT SMITH: I must get out of here, I must get free. In this mind is the key. My key.
Morpheus sneers through his pain.
AGENT SMITH: Once Zion is gone, there's no need for me to be here. Do you understand? I need the codes. I have to get inside Zion. You have to tell me how.
He begins squeezing, his fingers gouging into his flesh.
AGENT SMITH: Tell me! Tell me!
The skull is about to shatter when Agents Jones and Brown burst into the room. Agent Smith releases Morpheus.
AGENT BROWN: What were you doing?
Agent Smith recovers, replacing his ear piece.
AGENT JONES: You don't know.
AGENT SMITH: Know what?
Agent Smith listens to his earphone, not believing what he is hearing.
INT. PRESIDENTIAL SUITE (MATRIX) - DAY - Agent Jones looks at Morpheus.
AGENT JONES: I think they're trying to save him.
INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (MATRIX) - DAY - Neo ratchets down a clamp onto the elevator cable. Both of them lock on. He looks up the long, dark throat of the building and takes a deep breath.
NEO: There is no spoon.
INT. LOBBY (MATRIX) - DAY - The ELEVATOR hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive EXPLOSION blows open the doors, fire clouds engulfing the elevator section of the lobby.
INT. PRESIDENTIAL SUITE (MATRIX) - DAY - The Agents hear the BLAST AND FIRE ALARMS.
AGENT JONES: Lower level --
AGENT BROWN: They are actually attacking.
INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT (MATRIX) - DAY - Hanging by a rope, Trinity hot-wires the panel for the door.
AGENT SMITH: Find them and destroy them!
Agent Jones nods and touches his ear piece.
PILOT: I repeat, we are under attack!
Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm, of STATIC as -- Agent Jones emerges.
Agent Jones charges.
NEO: ... help.
His GUN BOOMS as we enter the liquid space of -- Bullet-time. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead-like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones still running, narrows the gap, the BULLETS coming faster until -- Neo bent impossibly back, one hand on the ground as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shoulder. He starts to scream as another digs a red groove across his thigh. He has only time to look up, to see the barrel when Agent Jones, standing over him, pulls the TRIGGER the final time. CLICK. Empty.
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