The Matrix: Revealed

• FADE IN: ON COMPUTER SCREEN
• A dark computer monitor with a blinking green cursor. The sound of a phone ringing. The phone connects. The computer comes to life. It is a trace program.
  
  Instead of a voice speaking on the line, we hear the click and beep of a machine. The machine is speaking, but we cannot understand it. The trace program continues. It begins to solve the encryption on the line. One by one, the numbers of the line are targeted and identified.
• NEO (V.O.)
• I know you're out there. I can feel you now.
• We move in on the computer screen. The characters grow big as we pass through the screen and into the glowing green digital world. The sound of the machine language warps and shifts. It begins to sound like words. We pass entirely through the screen now, into the void and down the line.
• NEO (V.O.)
• I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us.
• Flashlight beams cut through the darkness. We are somewhere else. A hallway in a fleabag hotel, in the heart of the city. We see a group of five people from behind, silhouetted by their flashlights. They scuttle down the hallway like bugs in black leather.
• The group stops outside a door. Room 1101. One of the people clicks his cell phone shut and nods in silhouette. Guns appear from beneath the coats. The group tenses, ready to strike.
• INT. ROOM 1101
• A riot of cables, circuit boards, and batteries. A thousand computers gutted and reassembled into a electronic nest that fills the room from floor to ceiling. There are no displays, no keyboards. Just cables, circuits, memory, processors, antennae.
• Crouched at the center of the nest is a man. He was once a proud man. Tall and sleek in his suit and tie and black shades. He was once powerful. A titan among insects. Now he is reduced to a shell. He is filthy. His eyes are haunted, rimmed in red. His suit is in tatters. He has the wild look of a lunatic. He is AGENT JONES.
• Agent Jones holds a telephone handset to his mouth. His mouth is open, and he seems to speak, but we hear only machine noise. He pauses, but there is no answer from the line. We hear a dull metallic click from the hallway. The sound of a gun cycling a round into the chamber. Agent Jones knows the sound all too well. He closes his eyes as if the lids were made of lead.
• INT. HALLWAY, OUTSIDE ROOM 1101
• The center figure of the group throws himself at the door, kicking it off its hinges. All of the people swarm into the room with military precision. We follow behind in a rush of snapping coats and swinging flashlight beams.
• INT. ROOM 1101
• The group fans out in the room and covers Agent Jones with their flashlights and guns. He slowly stands, keeping his hands spread at his sides.
• TRAP (HUMAN LEADER)
• Freeze! You do not want to move.
• (to CASSANDRA)
• Prepare the storage protocol.
• An efficient young woman in black lipstick, CASSANDRA, stows her gun and pulls a strange device from her backpack. It is a cross between a canister vacuum cleaner and an electron microscope. She approaches Agent Jones as the machine warms up.
• CASSANDRA
• Getting a signal... I've got him in sync now.
• TRAP (to AGENT JONES)
• Cooperate, and you will not be deleted.
• Agent Jones smirks slightly. The camera tracks down to his left hand. Cupped in his palm, out of sight, is a small black box. He flicks his thumb, and a red light pulses on the box.
• CASSANDRA
• Wait. This isn't...
• She doesn't finish the sentence. The storage device on her back emits a high-pitched whine just before it explodes in a shower of sparks and burning circuits. The humans are thrown by the blast -- into walls, through piles of electronics -- one is hurled out the window. Time slows to a crawl as we slide into bullet time. Agent Jones is already moving through the tumble of slow-motion bodies. He is out the door before a single piece of shrapnel hits the carpet.
• Real time slams back as Trap snaps into action, riding the shockwave from the explosion into a somersault out the door. He fires on the move at the retreating blur of Agent Jones, but hits only air. Trap clicks his phone open.
• TRAP
• On the move, west stairwell. Sorry, boss.
• MAN (V.O.)
• On my way.
• INT. HOTEL, WEST STAIRWELL
• Agent Jones rockets up the stairwell, faster than any human could. Trap appears below and fires upward into the vertical shaft. The bullets pass through the space Agent Jones vacates -- missing by a microsecond and scoring the crumbling wall behind him with pockmarks.
• We follow tight behind Agent Jones as he rounds the last landing and hurtles towards the door that leads to the roof. He does not slow down as it looms large before him.
• EXT. HOTEL ROOF, NIGHT
• The steel door crashes off its hinges and skids across the gravel of the roof. Agent Jones emerges in its wake, stride unbroken, moving at the full speed of a machine in overdrive. He is headed directly for the edge, and the rooftop of the next building beyond. Escape is so close now.
• He doesn't make it.
• Between Agent Jones and the ledge, MORPHEUS materializes out of thin air, exhaling on the last move of a kata, his palm extended. In the graceful ballet of bullet time, it is all so inevitable. Agent Jones slams into the outstretched hand of Morpheus as if it was a solid wall, rebounding a dozen feet, sending roof-gravel flying, smashing TV aerials and an air duct.
• In the sudden crash of real time, Agent Jones collapses in a broken heap. Morpheus holds his pose for a beat, then stands erect and crosses to the fallen program. He looks down on it, eyes obscured behind his sunglasses, the enigmatic master.
• MORPHEUS (into comm)
• It is done.
• We follow Morpheus's words as electronic impulses into the comm system, returning to the machine world of green digits and signals. We dive deep, out into the broad expanse of code and circuits that make up the world. Far, far below, there is a golden light. We are falling into it, faster and faster.
• NEO (V.O.)
• I don't know the future. I'm not here to tell you how this is going to end, I'm here to tell you how this is going to begin.
• [CUE OPENING CREDITS]