Matrix Revolutions Transcript Part 10
Roland: I knew it. I knew he was out of his God-damned mind. He fired that EMP. Goddamn it. I should have beaten it out of him.
Crewman: We searched the whole ship, Captain. He ain't here.
Roland: I know where he is.
Morpheus: The Logos.
Crewman: Gotta go back.
Roland: Too late.
Link: You don't know that. What if they need our help?
Roland: It's too dangerous.
Morpheus: Because, if he's killed them, he'll control another EMP.
Roland: At this point, they're on their own, just like us.
Bane: Mr. Anderson. I see you are as predictable in this world as you are in the other.
Trinity: He's out of his mind.
Bane: It might appear that way to you, but Mr. Anderson and I know that appearances can be deceiving. Confused, Mr. Anderson? It'll all become clear in a moment. Now I'll thank you for bringing me the gun, set it down right there.
Trinity: Don't do it. Shoot. Shoot now.
Bane: Yes, shoot, fry us, burn us alive.
Trinity: Do it. If you don't, he'll kill us both.
Bane: Look at him. He knows he should do it, but he won't, can't.
Trinity: Do it.
Bane: Back away from the gun and turn around.
Neo: Let her go. Who are you?
Bane: Still don't recognize me. It admit it is difficult to even think, encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it filling every breath, suffocating cloud you can't escape. Disgusting. How pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive.
Neo: What do you want?
Bane: Oh, yes, Mr. Anderson.
Neo: It can't be.
Bane: There's nowhere I can't go, there's no where I can't find you.
Neo: It's impossible.
Bane: Not impossible. Inevitable. Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.
Trinity: Oh, no.
Bane: I wish you could see yourself, Mr. Anderson. Blind messiah. You're a symbol for all of your kind, Mr. Anderson. Helpless, pathetic, just waiting to be put out of your misery.
Neo: I can see you.
Bane: It's not over, Mr. Anderson, it's not over.
Trinity: Neo. Neo. Oh, no. Your eyes.
Neo: I'll be okay. I'm sorry, but I think you're going to have to drive.
Technician: Seismics are predicting 22 minutes to breach.
Lock: Can't help that we don't have any EMP's. They'll have to attack in waves. Concentrate our offense on the dickers. Order the AP unit to position.
Technician: Yes, sir.
Mifune: Allright, this is it. Now you all know me. I'm gonna say this as simple as I can. If it's our time to die, it's our time. All I ask is, if we have to give these basterds our lives, we give them hell before we do!
SOMEWHERE IN THE ZION DOCK:
Zee: I'm scared, Charr...
Charra: I'm sure you are. I'm gonna make you a deal. You keep moving, I keep shooting.
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