Original MatriX Script Part 4
TRINITY: Hello, Neo.
NEO: How did you know that --
TRINITY: I know a lot about you. I've been wanting to meet you for some time.
NEO: Who are you?
TRINITY: My name is Trinity.
NEO: Trinity? The Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S. Kansas City D-Base?
TRINITY: That was a long time ago.
NEO: I just thought... you were a guy.
TRINITY: Most guys do.
Neo is a little embarrassed.
NEO: Do you want to go somewhere and talk?
TRINITY: No. It's safe here and I don't have much time.
NEO: That was you on the board tonight. That was your note, wasn't it?
TRINITY: I had to gamble that you would see and they wouldn't.
NEO: Who wouldn't?
TRINITY: I can't explain everything to you. I'm sure that it's all going to seem very strange, but I brought you here to warn you, Neo. You are in a lot of danger.
NEO: What? Why?
TRINITY: They're watching you. Something happened and they found out about you. Normally, if our target is exposed we let it go. But this time, we can't do that.
NEO: I don't understand --
TRINITY: You came here because you wanted to know the answer to a hacker's question.
NEO: The Matrix. What is the Matrix?
TRINITY: Twelve years ago I met a man, a great man, who said that no one could be told the answer to that question. That they had to see it, to believe it.
Her body is against his; her lips very close to his ear.
TRINITY: He told me that no one should look for the answer unless they have to because once you see it, everything changes. Your life and the world you live in will never be the same. It's as if you wake up one morning and the sky is falling.
There is a hypnotic quality to her voice and Neo feels the words like a drug, seeping into him.
TRINITY: The truth is out there, Neo. It's looking for you and it will find you, if you want it to.
She takes hold of him with her eyes.
TRINITY: That's all I can tell you right now. Good-bye, Neo. And good luck.
NEO: Wait. Who was it? Who was the man?
She leans close, her lips almost touching his ear as she whispers.
TRINITY: You know who.
She turns and he watches her melt into the shifting wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the music, pressing in on Neo until it is all he can hear as we -- CUT TO:
INT. NEO'S APARTMENT - The sound is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock face: 9:15 A.M.
EXT. SKYSCRAPER - The downtown office of CorTechs, a software development company.
INT. CORTECHS OFFICE - The main offices are along each wall, the windows overlooking downtown Chicago. RHINEHEART, the ultimate company man, lectures Neo without looking at him, typing at his computer continuously. Neo stares at two window cleaners on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down across the surface of the glass.
RHINEHEART: You have a problem, Mr. Anderson. You think that you're special. You believe that somehow the rules do not apply to you.
He stops, glancing over his glasses at Neo, who turns in time.
RHINEHEART: Obviously, you are mistaken.
His long, bony fingers resume clicking the keyboard.
RHINEHEART: This company is one of the top software companies in the world because every single employee understands that they are a part of a whole. Thus, if an employee has a problem, the company has a problem.
He turns again.
RHINEHEART: The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from this day forth, or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear?
NEO: Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear.
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