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Seq, I'm in.
Captain.

You were right.

The skylight
was a window pane.

I've got
serious interference.

Weird.
It's some kind of Modal.

Looks like old code.

It feels
really familiar.

Drop a pin.
I'll signal for backup.

I'm gonna check it out.
Bugs?

If the general finds out
we've been fishing...

A quick peek can't hurt.

Did you hear that?

Shit. I think
our signal was traced.

Bugs, this feels like a trap.

Bugs!

Freeze!
Do not move!

We will shoot!

Very slowly, raise your hands.

Here we go.

Hey, where are you going?

You were warned, Lieutenant.

I think we can handle
one little girl.

You're wasting your time!

My men are bringing her
down now.

No, Lieutenant,

your men are already dead.

Seq, you with me?

This old code keeps crashing.

Your projection's breaking up.
Switch to audio.

Bugs,
this is a direct violation

of the general's protocols.

I know, I know.

But something
is happening here.

Something important.

Oh, fuck.

We know what happens next.

She kicks their ass.

Now she makes a call.

The line was traced.

And then...
Then she runs for her life.

Are there any agents?

We know this story.

This is how it all began.

God damn it.

This is where he began.

You're thinking this Modal
is a loop? Or a treadmill?

Some sort of sequencer
evolving a program to do what?

I don't know.

But I'm going to find out.

All right.

So deja vu and yet it's
obviously all wrong.

Why use old code
to mirror something new?

I don't know.

If that's supposed
to be Trinity,

that's not what happens.

Maybe this isn't the story
we think it is.

Bugs, you have
to get out of here.

It's gotta be a trap.

Shit.

Uh...

You all carry on.

As you were.

I'm just gonna...

see myself out.

Kill her.

Oh, Seq!

Why did you save me?
You first.

Who are you?
Where did you come from?

Okay.

My name is Bugs.

As in "Bunny."

And tech that listens.

Do you know this is a Modal?

What's a Modal?

It's a simulation
used to evolve programs.

Do you understand
that you are...

digital sentience?

I know what I am.

Just like I know my job

is to hunt down
and destroy synthients.

Like you.

And yet...

Here we are.

Here we are.

The other agents
don't know about this room?

How'd you find it?

No one was ever
in the key shop,

so I started looking.

More you looked,
the more you found.

Story of my life.

What?

I feel like I know this room.

Holy shit.

This is his apartment.

You mean Thomas Anderson's?

I searched everywhere.
He doesn't exist.

He stopped being Thomas
a long time ago,

but maybe you know him
by his real name.

Neo.

You do.

Oh, okay.

Uh...

I can't believe this,
after all these years.

You see, most people
think that Neo is dead.

But I know he's not.

Because I've seen him.

Where?

It's not something
I can explain easily, but...

But the moment
he looked at me,

I felt something...

unlock my mind.

Okay.

Something like that
happened to me.

I saw this pattern...

and it was everywhere.

We can't see it,
but we're all trapped inside

these strange,
repeating loops.

Somehow I saw it
in the mirror.

Just a flicker,
but it was like you said.

And suddenly I understood.

This is not the real world.

For the first time,
I felt real purpose.

I knew who I was

and what I had to do.

Who are you?

What do you have to do?

I am...

Morpheus.

And I have to find Neo.

Morpheus.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God!

I have to get you out of here.

I need to figure out
who built this Modal.

Okay, come with me.

You have to be ready to leave.
You have to be really ready.

And if you're not,

if you think that
this is where you belong...

You call this a choice?

Oh, honestly, when somebody
offered me these things,

I went off on binary
conceptions of the world

and said there was no way
I was swallowing

some symbolic reduction
of my life.

And the woman
with the pills laughed

'cause I was
missing the point.

What point?

The choice is an illusion.

You already know
what you have to do.

Truth.

Okay.

There's an old building

with a skylight
and lots of stairs.

The Lafayette.

One of the four back doors
leads there.

Oh.

Don't fight it.
Whoa, what's happening?

Keep breathing.

Extraction works
pretty much the same

for humans and programs.

Ouch.

Ah.

Okay.

Hey.
Hey.

I've never worn
different glasses before.

Yeah, looks good.
Which door?

It's gotta be...
Okay.

Agent White.

Agent Smith?

Go!

Seq! Can you hear me?

Bugs! I thought I lost you.

Can you get us
to the window pane?

Bugs! Bugs! He's an agent!

That window! Go hard!

What the...

What the hell?

Something wrong?

Uh... Just a little crash.

Morning, Bobbi. Morning, dude.

What a beautiful day
to be alive. Am I right?

Problemo?
He lost something.

Is this old Matrix code?

A little Modal experiment.

For Binary?

I need a coffee.
Coffee. Yes, stat!

I'm buying.

I'm not trying to blow
smoke up your ass,

but the first time I played
the trilogy, I was shook.

The paradox
between free will and destiny.

Are we all just algorithms

doing what we're
supposed to do

or can we escape
our programming?

Genius, inside the context
of the game, BT dubs.

Hey, did I tell you
it took over my life?

Yeah. I failed
the seventh grade.

Your game almost ruined me.

So you've said.
Yet here we are.

You tell me, Mr. Anderson,

is it free will

or destiny?

Oh, yeah.

There she is.

Total f-ing MILF.

Daggers. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm a geek.
I was raised by machines.

Maybe you should go.

No, please.
I... I promise, best self.

Best self.

Sure.

You ever talk to her?

Tell you what.

For all you've done for me,
let me do this for you.

Jude, no. Stop.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Thanks.

Hi. Um...

I know this is all
a bit extemporaneous.

I'm Jude Gallagher.

I work for a game company
called Deus Machina.

Hi, Jude, I'm Tiffany.

Tiffany. Wow.
Didn't see that coming.

Mom loved Audrey Hepburn.
Jude.

Oh, and this is my very
good friend, Thomas Anderson.

He is a bona fide
famous person

and considered by most to be

the greatest game designer
of our generation.

I'm sorry about this.

Jude...
Just talk to her.

Hi, Thomas.
Everyone calls me "Tiff."

Hi.

Have we met?

Uh, we both come here.

Can I have your morning bun?
Hey!

Are you trying
to ball my mom or what?

Brandon!

Can I have one bite?

Babe! What's going on?
We're gonna be late.

This is my husband, Chad.

Nice to meet you.
Hey.

Babe, we gotta get
Callie to practice.

Right. Sorry.

Come on, kids. Let's move out.

What?

Sorry. Uh, it's the boss.

"Billions of people
just living out their lives...

oblivious."

I always loved that line.

You wrote that one, yeah?

Every time I stand here,

I mean, O-M-G.

It's so perfect,
it's gotta be fake.

Right?

Yeah.

Sure.

Have a seat.

Smoke?

I thought you quit.

I quit calling it a habit.

Now it's just
a guilty pleasure.

Oh. Maybe I can make this
easy for you.

I know Binary is over budget.

This is not about Binary, Tom.
It's bigger than that.

This is about our future,

which is a sticky subject,
given our past.

What do you mean?

How's the therapy?

Good.

Any...

episodes?

No.

That's terrific.

Look, Tom, I know we've
always had our differences.

What did you say
about our first meeting?

We had all the chemistry
of an FBI interrogation.

But look at this place.

We did this.

Together.

Yeah.

Now what?

Things have changed.
The market's tough.

I'm sure you can understand
why our beloved

parent company, Warner Bros.,

has decided to make
a sequel to the trilogy.

What?

They informed me they're gonna
do it with or without us.

I thought
they couldn't do that.

Oh, they can.

And they made it clear

they'll kill our contract
if we don't cooperate.

Really?

I know you said the story
was over for you,

but that's the thing
about stories.

They never really end,
do they?

We're still telling the same
stories we've always told,

just with different names,
different faces

and I have to say
I'm kind of excited.

After all these years,

to be going back
to where it all started.

Back to The Matrix.

I've spoken to Marketing...

Tom?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

What were you feeling
at that point?

What was I feeling?

I felt either I'm having
a mental breakdown again

or I'm living inside
a computer-generated reality

that has imprisoned me...

again.

Not much of a choice.

No.

Maybe it's not
as binary as that.

Maybe there are other ways
to understand what happened.

Yeah.

Thomas, you are
a suicide survivor

gifted with
a powerful imagination.

Those facts have combined

to create dangerous fictions
in your life.

Yesterday,
you walked into a meeting

with your business partner

and he ambushed you,

demanding you make a game
you said you would never make.

This attack effectively
took away your voice.

His violence triggered you
and your mind fought back.

You did to him
what he was doing to you.

We've talked about the value

of adaptive anger
in healing trauma.

Far from suggesting a repeat
of your initial breakdown,

I believe this episode

demonstrates healthy
self-protection.

And more importantly,
I remember how hard

it was for you
to share something like this.

Which tells me
just how far we've come.

Do you need a refill
on your prescription?

Yeah.

First of all, I know
I speak for everyone

when I say that
I'm so, so excited

to be working on a game
that was such a...

well, game changer.

Now, the packet
in front of you

has our focus group research.

Inside, you'll find
the breakdown

including keyword association
with the brand.

The top two being
"originality" and "fresh,"

which I think are great things
to keep in mind

as you begin
working on Matrix 4.

And who knows how many more?

What made Matrix different?
It effed with your head.

On point.

People want us
up in their grey space,

switching their synaptic
"WTF" light on.

What made Matrix different?
It effed with your head.

People want us
up in their grey space,

switching their synaptic

"What the hell
is going on here?" light on.

I didn't love the first one,
like some of you.

And, frankly,
I've got zero tolerance

for anything that requires
a syllabus and a highlighter.

I like my games big,
loud and dumb.

We need guns! Lots of guns.

Matrix means mayhem.

Mindless action
is not on-brand.

She's right.

Matrix is mind-porn.
Philosophy in shiny...

tight PVC.
Yeah.

Ideas are the new "sexy."

Obviously
The Matrix is about...

...trans-politics.
Crypto-fascism.

It's a metaphor...

...of capitalist exploitation.

This cannot be another reboot,
retread, regurgitated...

Why not? Reboots sell.

We are so far down the wrong
rabbit hole, here, people.

You say Matrix to anyone...
You say Matrix...

Matrix...
Matrix... Matrix...

...this is what they see.

Allow me to sum up our goal
in a single word.

Bullet time! Bullet time!

That's two words.

We need
a new "bullet time."

We need to revolutionize
gaming again.

Revolutionize gaming
again!

Afternoon, Tiff.

The ushe?

You know what, Skroce?
I'm going wild.

I'll have a cortado today.

Fly that freak flag.

Mind if I get that?

Oh, hi.

Hi.

I remember
wanting a family,

but was that because

that's what women
are supposed to want?

How do you know
if you want something yourself

or if your upbringing
programmed you to want it?

Mmm.

I pay my analyst
a lot of money

to answer
such questions for me.

Smart.

I should get more therapy

but honestly,
I'm too goddamn tired.

Kids are exhausting, you know?

No. Never had kids.

Oh, right, I knew that.

Sorry. I googled you.

So, what's it like being
a world-famous game designer?

Must be amazing.
Uh...

A lot of hours.

Sometimes it is amazing.

Most times...

I don't know.

But you made The Matrix.
Even I've heard of that.

Yeah. We kept
some kids entertained.

So, worth it?

Can I ask something
about your game?

Sure.

Did you base your
main character on yourself?

There is a lot of me in him.

Maybe a little too much.

Can I ask you something else?

Please.

There's a woman in your game.

Trinity.

Which is a weird
coincidence also, right?

God, yeah.

I like her.

I like Trinity.
Ah.

And I dig her Ducati.

Another coincidence.
I love motorcycles.

My friend Kush and I
actually build them.

Really?

You have your analyst,
I have my bikes.

So, I was looking at images
from your game. At Trinity.

Well, I showed Chad a scene,

and I was like,
"So, what do you think?"

He didn't get it until I said,

"Don't you think
she looks like me?"

You know what he did?

He laughed.

And I laughed too,
like it was a joke.

How could it not be, right?

Made me so angry.

I hated myself for laughing.

I wanted to kick him so hard.

Not too hard.

Maybe just hard enough
to break his jaw off.

And right now,
you're probably regretting

sitting down with me.

This is the best thing
I've done in a long time.

I have to take this.

Hi, this is Tiff.

Oh, God, no.

I'll be right there.

My, uh, youngest
stuck a Lego up his nose.

Oh.

I gotta go.

I hope I see you again.

There has been a report

of an emergency.

Proceed calmly
to the nearest exit

and leave the building
immediately.

What's going on?

We probably just got swatted
by some 14-year-old.

Yeah, someone pissed
about the latest update.

Or they're just a dick.

Please move to the exits.
Building's being evacuated.

Sir, this way.

Jude?

Jude!

At last.

Ah.

I wasn't too sure
about the callback,

but, you know,
it was hard to resist.

What?

Morpheus Uno.
Reveal at the window.

Lightning,
thunder and theater.

At last.

All these years later,
here's me,

strolling out
of a toilet stall.

Tragedy or farce?

I know you.

Not every day
you meet your maker.

This can't be happening.

Oh, most definitely is.

You can't be
a character I coded.

100% natural.

How?

All the explanation you need.

Oh.

No.

No, no, no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you mean, "no"?

You wanted this, you did this.
This was your idea.

It was a test. An experiment.

An experiment?

You put me
in a tiny-ass Modal,

left me to bang my head till

I nearly lost my shit
searching for you

as an experiment.

The exit's breaking down.
He hasn't taken the pill.

What? There's no time.

I know, I know.
He's having a moment.

Does he know how hard it was
to hack that mirror?

Still open.

This... This can't be real.

Target acquired.
We got him.

This isn't happening.

It's in my mind.
It's in my mind.

Hey, you!
Stop! Hold it!

This can't be happening.

Freeze! Don't move!

Neo!

Oh, my God!

Neo!

Mr. Anderson!

No!

It can't be.

I've missed you.

It's in my mind.

It's in my mind.

Can you hear me, Thomas?

Follow my voice.

Feel the tips of your fingers.
What are they touching?

The bell.

Do you hear the bell?

Do you remember what happened?
How you got here?

You must have walked.

I heard Deja Vu outside,

opened my door,
and there you were.

You feel like
you can talk about it?

When we started
working together,

you had lost your capacity

to discern reality
from fiction.

You came to me after
trying to jump off a building.

You said you wanted
to fly away.

We have made
a lot of progress since then,

but you seem particularly
triggered right now.

Can you tell me
how it started?

He texted me.

Who?

Morpheus.

Ah.

So, he's back.

It wasn't actually him.

It was a program
I coded for a Modal.

And this "Modal," Morpheus,

came to help you escape

from a virtual reality
called The Matrix.

Am I crazy?

We don't use that word
in here.

What word should I use?

What word explains
what is happening to me?

Can I see the texts?

They were erased.

If we got in my car
and drove to your office,

what do you think
we'd find there?

Nothing.

Because there was no attack.

No one was killed.

No one texted.

My mind made it all up.

Is that what
I'm supposed to say?

Is that what you believe?

It felt real.

Of course.

It was your great ambition
to make a game

that was indistinguishable
from reality.

To achieve this goal,

you converted elements
of your life into narrative.

Your sublimated anger
toward your business partner

cast him as your nemesis.

A married woman named Tiffany

became the "Trinity"
of a doomed romance.

Even your dislike of my cat
made it into your Matrix.

There's nothing wrong
with that.

It's what artists do.

But it becomes a problem
when fantasies

endanger us or other people.

We don't want anyone
to get hurt,

do we, Thomas?

Hi, Thomas.
Everyone calls me "Tiff."

Who are you?
My name is Trinity.

No one can tell you
you're in love.

You just know it,
through and through.

Balls to bones.

You feel this?

I'm never letting go.

You have
to let it all go, Neo.

Free your mind.

Huh.

Looks easy enough.

"Free my mind." Shit.

Okay.

Free my mind.

I fly...

or I fall.

Who the hell are you?

You won't remember me,

but a long time ago,
you changed my life

when you leapt off
another roof.

Back then, I was just like
any other coppertop,

pretending my life...

until I looked up
and I saw you.

It was a different you,
but I saw

the real you,

just a second before...

you leapt.

And you never fell.

Are you the one
that hacked my Modal?

Yeah.

That'll be Jude.

He's not your friend.

He's a handle,
a program used to control you.

He's on his way here,

and he's bringing
Agents with him.

Jude.

Bro, I've been calling you
all night.

We have a major problemo.

Are you alone?

That's kind
of a sexy question, dude.

They don't look like
typical Agents.

They use bots now,
skinned as normal people,

which means they're everywhere

and you never know
who to trust.

Why should I trust you?

Because if they open
that door, we lose our hack.

I will be caught and killed

and you will be put right back

on that treadmill
they designed for you,

just like they did
the last time

you tried to leap
your way out.

I know why you left
your Modal open.

You needed someone else
to free Morpheus.

And it's because of him
that we were able
to get to you.

I know these things
the same way

that I knew one day
I would find you.

And that when I did,
you would be ready for this.

If you want the truth, Neo,

you're going
to have to follow me.

Okay.

Where are we?
Tokyo.

A moving portal
makes it harder to track us.

Seq is the best of them.
Portal's clean.

Reading our shadows.

I don't remember this.

We don't have to
run to phone booths
anymore, either.

Door's on your right.

Set and setting, right?

Oh, no.

It's all about set

and setting.

After our first contact
went so badly,

we thought elements
from your past

might help ease you
into the present.

Nothing comforts anxiety like

a little nostalgia.

This is footage
from your game.

Time is
always against us,

etcetera, etcetera.

No one can be told

what the Matrix is,
blah, blah, blah.

You gotta see it
to believe it.

Time to fly.

Wait.

If this is real,

if I haven't lost my mind,
does that mean

this happened?

But if it did...

then we died.

Obviously not.

Why the Machines
kept you alive

and why they went
to such lengths to hide you

are questions
we don't have answers to.

Hide me?

I've been at a company making
a game called The Matrix.

Doesn't seem like they were
trying to hide anything.

We've been tracking
that company for years.

We screened every
Thomas Anderson we found.

What we didn't understand

was that they could
alter your DSI.

Pods generate
your digital self-image

through a feedback system
called Semblance.

This is how
you look to yourself.

Somehow they were able
to alter your DSI loop.

This is how
everyone else sees you.

Twenty years?

Why did it take 20 years
to find me?

It took a lot longer
than that.

It's been over 60 years
since you and Trinity

flew to one
of the Machine Cities.

What?

There's so much we don't know.

Like why you've barely aged,

or how many times
they've altered your DSI.

But based on
what we do know,

it appears no one found you

because you didn't
want to be found.

That's not true.
Maybe it isn't.

Maybe there's no foundation

to the rumors
that you disappeared,

because you were working

with the Machines
from the beginning.

Morpheus, stop.

All I'm saying is
this is the moment

for you to show us
what is real.

If you want out,

you'll take this pill.

But if you are
where you belong,

you can go back to this.

Every day.

Over and over forever.

Fuck.

Keep the loop tight.

Cybebe needs
that tower pin.

I got a signal. It's faint.

It's definitely off-grid.

Captain. I'm tracking
a whole lot of weird.

What?
It's some kind of graft.

Thomas?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

We got company.
How'd they find us?

Thomas, none of this is real.

You are in the midst
of a serious psychotic break.

Lexy?
Almost there.

Thomas?

Thomas, please.
This is not a game.

Feel my hand.

This is what is real.

Stay with me.

No. No.

Stay with me.

Neo!

Morpheus!

Let's go, let's go!

Bots are being activated.
It's a swarm.

Come on!

I got a hack
in the bathroom. Hurry!

Yes.

Come on!

Seq, where?

That mirror.
What?

We'll never fit.
You gotta fit,

'cause I don't have
another way off this train.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no.

Think "perspective."

Closer you are,
bigger it gets.

Okay, come on.

In you go.

Trinity.

No!

Welcome back
to the real world.

Trinity.

What's up, Doc?
His vital systems

have been
meticulously maintained,

but it doesn't look good.

We're losing him.
Cold boot could shock him.

Do it.

I remember this.

The Construct.

In between everything

and nothing.

Welcome to the Crib.

I've been chilling here
in the ship network...

learning all about you.

And me.

Careful. It'll do your head in.

Are memories turned
into fiction any less real?

Is reality based in memory
nothing but fiction?

As to my role in all this,
my best guess

is that you wrote me

as an algorithmic reflection
of two forces

that helped you become you,

Morpheus and Agent Smith.

A combo pack

of counterprogramming
that was...

Let's just say, more than
a little bit crazy-making.

But it worked
because here we are.

Now, for the bad news.

Your brain
is hooked on this shit

the Matrix has been
force-feeding you for years.

Hooked bad.

You're going through
major withdrawals.

Docbots are giving you
crap odds for surviving.

But, see,
they don't know you like I do.

I know exactly what you need.

You gotta be kidding.

Uh-uh.

No joke.

Could be this is the first day
of the rest of your life.

But if you want it...

you gotta fight for it.

No. I'm done fighting.

Are you?

What the hell is he doing?

Oh, yeah.
They taught you good.

Made you believe their world
was all you deserved.

But some part of you knew
that was a lie.

Some part of you remembered
what was real.

You don't know me.

No?

Ooh.

I know you, because I know

the only thing
that still matters to you.

I know it's why you're here,
why you're still fighting

and why you will
never give up.

Come on, Neo!

This is it.

This is your last chance.

You gotta fight
for your goddamn life

if you want to see
Trinity again.

Come on, Neo! Fight for her!

Holy shit.
Fight for her!

Hey.
Hey.

Mind if I...

How are you doing?

If this plug is actually real,

that means
they took my life...

and turned it
into a video game.

How am I doing?

I don't know.

I don't even know how to know.

That's it, isn't it?

If we don't know
what's real...

we can't resist.

They took your story,

something that meant

so much to people like me,

and turned it
into something trivial.

That's what the Matrix does.

It weaponizes every idea.

Every dream.

Everything
that's important to us.

Where better to bury truth
than inside something

as ordinary as a video game?

That sounds like the Oracle.

Heard so much about her.

She was gone
before I was free.

Gone?

When this new version
of the Matrix was uploaded,

there was a purge.

They promised peace
and they gave us purge.

No.

No, there was peace.

You made it possible,
and it changed everything.

Doesn't feel like
it changed anything.

The Matrix is
the same or worse.

And I'm back where I started.

It feels like
everything I did,

everything we did...

...like none of it mattered.

All of it mattered.

I can show you.

This is my crew.

Our operator, Seq.

Sequoia. But everybody
calls me Seq.

Nice to meet you.

Dad loved redwoods.

When he escaped the Matrix

and found out
they no longer existed,

it almost killed him.

Lucky, he met Mom

and here I am.

This is Lexy,
Berg and Ellster.

Hi.

You knew my grandfather,
Captain Roland.

Roland was your grandfather?

He always laughed,

joking how he never
believed in you.

But, in private, he said that

you freed his mind
a second time.

Uh, not to fanboy out here,

but this is kind
of a huge moment for me.

Berg is our resident
Neo-ologist.

A what?

There's a lot of people
out there like me

who are a little bit
obsessed with your life.

I would never have recognized

your Modal
if it weren't for him.

Whenever
you're feeling up for it,

I've got, like,
a million questions.

Me too. Starting with them.

It's okay.

Come meet him.

This is Cybebe.

That's Octacles.

That's Lumin8.

Machines are on our side now?

They are synthients.

It's a word
they prefer to "Machines."

Your contact
with the Synthient City

had a huge impact
on their world.

That's what I meant.

What you changed

that nobody believed
could ever be changed.

The meaning of "our side."

Cybebe and Octacles
risked their lives

to help get you out.

Thank you.

But why?

Not all seek to control.

Just as not all
wish to be free.

What is that?

An exomorphic-particle codex.
It's pretty new.

It gives programs
access to this world.

Within limits.

Limits are the domain
of the limited.

Morpheus.

Thank you.

It was my honor.

Wow.

How does it work?

Paramagnetic oscillation.

If you want,

I can download
the codex manual for you.

Sure.
Downloading used to be fun.

Now it's all manuals
and diagnostics.

Can I ask them something?

When you unplugged me,
there was another pod?

Yes. We've analyzed the data.

It could be Trinity.

It's her.

I figured we were going
to have this conversation.

Look, you were not
a typical flush-and-grab.

You were in this weird tower
that Cybebe

had never accessed,
and she's now exiled.

We burned
our one shot for you.

Even if it were Trinity
and she wanted to be free,

we have no idea how to do it.

Yet.

Nobody believed
we'd ever find him,

but we did.

Okay.

We don't know
how to get her out... yet.

Captain, we're approaching
security clearance.

We're here.

Zion?

Have a seat.

This is Hanno.
Best pilot in our fleet.

Quite a few synthients

deserve that title before me.

Mnemosyne, you are cleared

for landing. Welcome home.

Thank you, Control.

Um, we're about to crash.

General realized we were

never going to beat
the Sentinels, so...

we just got better
at hiding from them.

Welcome to Io.

Io.

Wow. That looks real.

Bio-sky.

Works kind of like
grow lights.

It's way more complex
than that.

It pulls water from the crust,
hydronating the air.

It balances the ECO
and our SRI cycles.

Plus...

it is pretty to look at.

As opposed to that.

I guess the general sent us
a welcome party.

God damn.

It is you.

Niobe?

A few more wrinkles
and a few less teeth,

but wise enough to know
I don't know anything.

I sure as shit
never saw this coming.

Neither did I.

I told you he was alive.

Captain, you and your crew
have been grounded.

General,
if you'd just let me explain.

The protocols are put in place
for everyone's protection.

I'm sorry.
I saw an opportunity

and I was afraid
we'd lose him.

But, General, people have been
waiting for so long.

We found The One.

I don't believe in The One.

I never did.

No?

Me neither.

But there was a time

when you trusted me
with your ship,

against the Council's orders.

The world was different then.

We were different.

Report to the docks.

Scrub down the Mnemosyne.

Transfer your access codes.

You are done, Captain.

We need to talk.

When word first came

that it actually
might be you...

I didn't know how I would feel
in this moment.

It is nice to see you.

It's good to see you too.

A long way
from Dozer's paint stripper.

Yes.

A lot has changed.

Except maybe you.

You remember this?

It's so easy to forget
how much noise

the Matrix pumps
into your head

until you unplug.

Yeah.

Something else
makes the same kind of noise.

Takes over every damn thing,

just like the Matrix.

War.

I stood at the barricade
of the Temple.

Staring
at the army of Sentinels,

waiting for them
to kill every one of us.

But then, they left.

They said you saved us.

I didn't believe it.

Every night I would dream
of attack sirens.

But then,

I would wake up to this...

silence.

I'm ashamed of it now.

My pessimism of how long
it took me to believe

a world without war
was possible.

You gave me that.

You gave that gift to us all.

And it is the gift
that continues to bear fruit.

Come help me get up.

Let's take a walk.

Oh! Beautiful.

This is Freya, head of botany.

And this is Quillion,
our lead digitologist.

I presume our guest
needs no introduction.

Nothing travels
faster than light,

except gossip.

Welcome to the Garden, Neo.

A strawberry?

Using digital code
from the Matrix,

we retro-convert it
into DNA sequences.

And they grow here?

It's not easy
augmenting the genome

to photosynthesize
Bio-sky, but...

We're getting there.

Go ahead. Try it.

We're quite excited
about the blueberries.

You remember that shit
we used to eat?

That slop
that tasted like rust.

Zion could have never
made something like this.

Why?

Because we needed synthients

and DI like him.

Zion was stuck in the past.
Stuck in war.

Stuck in a Matrix of its own.

They believed
that it had to be us or them.

This city was built by us

and them.

What happened to Zion?

I've been waiting
for you to ask that question.

All of the troubles
started in the Machine Cities.

Power plants were unable
to produce enough energy.

Nothing can breed violence
like scarcity.

For the first time,

we saw machines at war
with one other.

We got word from the Oracle
of a new power rising.

That was the last
we heard from her.

Morpheus.

After the siege,
he was elected unanimously.

High Chair of the Council.

Oh, how he loved that.

But as rumors
of this new power spread,

he ignored them.

He was certain what you had
done could not be undone.

All of these people never
stopped believing in miracles,

believing in you.

I'm sorry.

How could I know
this would happen?

We didn't understand
all of it back then.

No more than we do now.

I didn't come here
to cause you problems, Niobe,

but I need your help.

Trinity is alive.

Then there is
another question.

Why did they keep her alive?

I can't answer that.

But if there's a chance
I can free her,

I have to try.

Even if it means endangering
everyone in this city?

I'm sorry, Neo.

I won't let what happened
to Zion happen to Io.

I hope you'll forgive
an old woman

for asking you to go
with Sheperd, here,

till we have
better understanding

of what's going on.

You're going to imprison me
after I just got free?

I know it doesn't seem fair,

but neither does growing old.

But you don't
hear me complaining.

Sorry.

I've never met
a legend before.

Neo.

Sheperd.

Crazy. You're real.

"Real."

There's that word again.

People talk a lot
about the old days.

About you, the viral Agent.

The siege of Zion.

Everything was simpler
back then.

People wanted to be free.

It's different now.

Sometimes it feels like
people gave up.

Like the Matrix won.

This is you.

And I gotta ask you one thing.

Is it true you could fly?

Cool.

Morpheus.

Oh. General stuck you
in the Rapunzel tower.

On the upside,
it's a nice view.

What happened to Bugs
and the others?

They're supposed to be
sterilizing the Mnemosyne

with a toothbrush.
"Supposed to be"?

Well, I could tell you
that they're standing by,

waiting for you
to make the choice

to remain meekly incarcerated

or bust the hell out of here
and go and find Trinity.

But that ain't a choice.

General,
what should we do?

Bugs has the same
independence of mind

she had the day you freed her.

This is not
independence of mind.

It's mutiny.

Come on, 'Be.

I know how much
you hated locking him up.

Just like I know
there's a part of you

that's relieved now
that he's gone.

We've worked so hard
to keep Io safe.

This scares me.

That's her.

On the bridge.

Got her.

It's sick
how the Semblance works.

You see flashes
of the real her, but...

the way she reads...

Code-wise,
she's pure bluepill.

This is a tough question, Neo,
but it has to be asked.

What if she's happy
where she is?

How did I read?

Exactly like her.

Take us to broadcast depth.

Thank you for helping me.

Most of us are here
because of you.

I also admit our only chance

to get out
of the general's doghouse

is for you to find your mojo.

What if I can't be
what I once was?

Then we're all fucked.

Two minutes.

Two minutes to broadcast.

I slipped you in
through a hotel room.

Should be safe.

Portal's open.

Closest I could get you is
the warehouse near her garage.

Whole zone's
crawling with bots.

Let's go.

So, what do you think of him?

I was kinda worried at first
because he's so much older.

The beard, the hair... Oh.

No, totally works for me.
You idiot.

I mean "The One" thing.

You know, everyone that
shipped with him died.

Oh, yeah. He's gonna
get us all killed, for sure.

Predictable as ever.

Smith.

Smith? As in, "the" Smith?

This is so insane.

There's so many theories
about the two of them

and they're standing
right there.

This code is freaky!

He's like an Agent, but not.

An appeal to reason.

How did you find us?

You never appreciated
our relationship.

Not like The Analyst.

The what?
My doctor.

He used our bond
and turned it into a chain.

It's so obvious
once you see it, right?

But this whole altered-code
update really blew my mind.

I still don't know
how he did it.

You, as a balding nerd.

Hilarious.

And me...

even more perfect.

Maybe a little too far
on the piercing blue eyes.

What do you think?

What do you want, Smith?

I have such dreams, Tom.

Big dreams.

Well, mostly just extremely
violent revenge fantasies,

but in order for me
to pursue mine,

I need to dissuade you
from pursuing yours.

Hmm. Sounds like conflict.

Inevitable?

Doesn't have to be.

All you have to do
is stay out of the Matrix,

and leave
the good doctor to me.

You can have him.
I'm here for Trinity.

That's the trouble, Tom.

He knew you'd come,
just like I did.

Trust me.

You're not ready for him.

Captain, I'm reading portals
from the lower frequencies.

I won't have his leash
on my neck again.

I found some
old acquaintances of yours.

Bugs!

Exiles.

I thought
they were all purged.

You?

Oh!

It is you!

All these years.
I can't believe it.

Oh, God.

You stole my life!

What the Merv
is trying to say,

is that their situation
is a little bit like mine.

To have their lives back,
yours has to end.

Kill him!

You ruined

every suck-my-silky-ass thing!

We had grace.

We had style!

We had conversation!

Not this...

Art, films,
books were all better!

Originality mattered!

You gave us
Face-Zucker-suck

and Cock-me-climatey-
Wiki-piss-and-shit!

I still know kung fu.

Neo!

Just like old times.

Neo.

I've been thinking
about us, Tom.

Look how binary is the form,
the nature of things.

Ones and zeros.

Light and dark.

Choice and its absence.

Anderson and Smith.

You've lost something, Tom.

You're not
what you used to be.

It's true.

Nice one.
Thanks.

Come on, Neo.

Captain. You okay?

Yeah. Where's Neo?

Smith is killing him.

Where?

I feel bad about this, Tom.

After all, you are the one
who set me free...

again.

So, you, more than anyone,

understands why
I can't go back.

You should have
listened to me.

Now you'll never
see her again.

What was that?

That was Neo.

Mojo rising.

You all right?

Yeah.

It's gonna trigger a response.

I got multiple exits ready.

This is not over yet!

Our sequel franchise spinoff!

We should go.

I can't.

I have to talk to her.

Neo, those Exiles
were older than you,

and we barely handled them.

You really wanna do this now?

I mean...

you look like shit.

Oh, my God. What?
What happened?

An accident.

Kush! Call a doctor.

It's fine.

I don't have a lot of time.

I wasn't sure
I'd see you again.

After we spoke, I realized...

my life wasn't a life.

At some point,
I think I gave up

searching for something real.

Wait.

Something happened.

I looked for you
at the coffee shop.

I began to wonder
if I imagined you.

And then last night
I had a dream.

In the dream, you were
surrounded by police,

then they started chasing us.

Us?
You were on my bike with me.

How did it end?

Not good.

I've had dreams
that weren't just dreams.

You mean a dream
that came true?

Finally, we can talk
like adults.

I hate lying. I do.
It exhausts me.

Tiff and I have been
waiting for you...

like, forever.

Deja vu, right?

Oh, no use.
You can't beat time.

This rewind is happening
faster than you can blink.

You gave me the idea.

Allow me to sum up our goal
in a single word.

"Bullet time."

I know. Kind of ironic,

using the power
that defined you
to control you.

I kept such a close eye on you

and still you found a way out.

Clever monkey,
using that Modal.

Call me an optimist,

but this could
all be for the best.

The skin's not looking
too bad this time.

I know some of this will be
difficult for you to hear,

after everything
you went through.

All that pain and suffering,

only to learn the world
doesn't end when you do.

Surprise.

I was there when you died.

I said to myself,

"Here is the anomaly
of anomalies."

What an extraordinary
opportunity.

First, I had to convince
the Suits

to let me rebuild
the two of you.

Why her? Getting there.

And don't worry,
she can't hear me.

Resurrecting you both
was crazy expensive.

Like renovating a house.

Took twice as long,
cost twice as much.

I thought you'd be happy
to be alive again.

So wrong.

Did you know hope and despair
are nearly identical in code?

We worked for years,

trying to activate
your source code.

I was about to give up,
when I realized...

Trinity.

...it was never just you.

Alone, neither of you
is of any particular value.

Like acids and bases,

you're dangerous
when mixed together.

Every sim
where you two bonded...

Let's just say
bad things happened.

Neo!

However, as long as I managed
to keep you close,

but not too close,

I discovered
something incredible.

Now, my predecessor
loved precision.

His Matrix was all fussy facts
and equations.

He hated the human mind.

So he never bothered
to realize

that you don't give a shit
about facts.

It's all about fiction.

The only world that matters
is the one in here.

And you people
believe the craziest shit.

Why?

What validates
and makes your fictions real?

Feelings.

Allow me.

Kush, here,
is one of my handlers.

They're everywhere.

Such a pain, cloning Agents
over a coppertop.

Far more effective
just to saturate a population.

And, bonus,
swarm mode is sick fun.

Ooh! Nicely done.

You ever wonder
why you have nightmares?

Why your own brain
tortures you?

It's actually us,
maximizing your output.

It works just like this.

Oh, no!
Can you stop the bullet?

If only you could move faster.

Here's the thing
about feelings.

They're so much easier
to control than facts.

Turns out, in my Matrix,

the worse we treat you,
the more we manipulate you,

the more energy you produce.

It's nuts.

I've been setting
productivity records

every year since I took over.

And, the best part,
zero resistance.

People stay in their pods,

happier than pigs in shit.

The key to it all?

You.

And her.

Quietly yearning
for what you don't have,

while dreading
losing what you do.

For 99.9% of your race,

that is the definition
of reality.

Desire and fear, baby.

Just give the people
what they want, right?

She's the only home
you have, Thomas.

Come home before
something terrible happens.

Bugs!
I hear him.

Trinity!

You shouldn't call me that.
I'm sorry.

I have to go.

But I'll be back.

Neo! Time to go.

Sentinels?
Worse.

General ordered me

to look after the ship.

So you shadowed us?

Check your long-range scans.

Squids are combing this area.

He's right.

You can stay here and die,

or come back
and face a court-martial.

And you call that a choice?

Sheperd should have
left you to the Squids.

I'm too damn old to sit
through some boring-ass trial.

Niobe, don't blame Bugs.

Do shut your mouth.

Do address me as General.

And do not rob
my ex-captain of her agency,

which she exercised
with her own

particular brand
of shortsighted stupidity.

Shortsighted?

You care more
about growing fruit
than freeing minds.

We are not going
to have this argument again.

It's not an argument.
It's a fact.

You gave up on people.

I tell you
what I'm going to give up on

and it's you!

Sheperd, get her
out of my sight!

General...

Disarm!

Kujaku's a friend.

Hello, friend.

Okay.

Him?

General.

Thank you for seeing me.

I figured if there was anyone

who could make sense
of this mess,

it would be you.

Hello, Neo.

I know you.

I tried to keep my eye on you.

Why?

We met a long time ago.

Good morning.

Sati.

My father knew
we'd meet again,

though he would have wished
for happier circumstances.

His inadvertent role
in what happened to you

was the greatest regret
of his life.

I don't understand.

My father
was the chief engineer

at the Anomaleum.

The what?

My father designed
the resurrection pods

where Neo and Trinity
were imprisoned.

I'm sorry.

You knew what happened to him?

You knew that he and Trinity
both were alive...

and you didn't tell me?

There were times
I doubted my decision, Niobe.

But Io needed you.

This city needed to be built

for your people
as well as mine.

If I would have
told you everything,

you would have had a very
difficult choice to make.

My friends

let me make my own choices.

If it was a mistake,

you have my deepest apologies.

Why are you here now?

Neo's escape has
destabilized the Matrix.

The Anomaleum
draws its current

from Trinity alone now.

A fail-safe has been
triggered to reset

the Matrix back
to the previous version.

But The Analyst
halted the reset.

He's convinced the authorities

that you will soon
return voluntarily.

And why would he say that?

Because if I don't go back,
he'll kill Trinity.

Faced with returning
to your pod

or enduring
Trinity's death again.

What would you choose, Neo?

I'll go back.

Well, The Analyst
knows you well,

but that knowledge
has made him incautious.

After you escaped,

he should have
accepted his losses
and devacuated Trinity.

But that would have prevented
this extraordinary opportunity

that now exists before us.

A few hours ago,

no one would have been able
to convince me

that I would be standing here,
trying to explain a mission

as crazy as this one.

What are you doing?

Volunteering.
Oh, no.

You are the one captain
that I am ordering to go.

Now you don't
have to order me, General,

'cause I'm volunteering.

I need two more.

Are you out of your minds?

You don't even know
what it is.

General, we know you.

If you say this is important,

none of us is
choosing to stay home.

Thank you.

Knuckle up, and good luck.

Trinity is held
in the Anomaleum,

which is in this
transmission tower.

The passages used
to rescue Neo are now sealed

and a legion of Sentinels
patrols the tower.

So, stealth will be paramount.

As long as we raise no alarms,

this first part of the mission
should be the easiest.

You mean
crossing the Fetus Fields,

sneaking across
an entire power plant,

climbing
a two-kilometer tower

guarded by thousands
of Sentinels?

That's the easy part?

Exactly so.

Because all we have to do
is convince someone

who does this every day

to take one of us along.

Fifty meters
below the Anomaleum

is a stratum
of amniotic filters.

Hidden along this edge
is a small hexagonal vent.

This vent feeds the air intake
into the corpuscular modifier,

which oxygenates
the bio-gel used in Neo's pod.

I get it.

The exomorph slinkies up
Neo's old umbilicus.

What could go wrong?

Once inside,

Morpheus will use
the System Operator

to open the devacuator line
and disengage the macerators.

In order to unplug
Trinity's body,

while her mind still remains
connected to the Matrix,

I'm gonna need
a second human brain

to implement the bypass.

And since Neo
must be with The Analyst,

the only available mind
that's a near-enough match

is yours.

Figures.

Thanks, Cybebe.

Does Trinity still have
to take the red pill?

Since Kujaku and I
are transferring

her consciousness
onto the ship,

it's not strictly necessary.

But what matters is that
this is her choice.

Extracting a confused
or an uncertain mind will,

in all probability, kill her.

But even if it is
what she wants,

won't The Analyst just order
the Sentinels to stop you?

He will.

But if my plan works,
it won't matter.

Why?

Because we'll already be gone.

Somebody thinks
this hard about a plan,

there has to be a reason why.

When my father realized

how the Anomaleum
was going to be used,

he covertly transferred
the designs to me.

The Analyst
discovered his betrayal

and had my parents purged.

I would have been murdered too
if it wasn't for Kujaku.

Not a day goes by
that I don't grieve them.

I've been praying for this day
for a very long time.

We're coming up on broadcast.

I thought you should know
that I'm here because of her.

All I ever wanted was to be
as fearless as Trinity.

But I saw how she reacted
in the garage, and I...

You're wondering if I'm wrong.

What if we're too late?

What if she's not
Trinity anymore?

I never believed
I was The One.

But she did.

She believed in me.

It's my turn
to believe in her.

This is
where it gets tricky.

Have you ever done
an operation like this?

Not yet.

Here we go.

Welcome home.

All I want is to talk to her.

Do you mean Tiff?

Come back,
and you can talk to her
as often as you like.

I mean, handsome Chad

may have something
to say about it.

If she tells me
this is what she wants,

you win.

Really?

But if she wants me,

then you'll let us go free.

And why would I do something
as stupid as that?

Right now,
I'm on a ship full of people
who will unplug me

before they'll let you
take me back.

If you want this Matrix,

this is your only chance.

But how do I know
they won't unplug you anyway?

Same way I know you'll let us
walk out of here.

Okay.

I like tests.

We'll let Tiff decide.

That's it.

Bypass is ready.

Now what?

We wait.

Doesn't it seem crazy
to come all this way

and leave her here?

We must abide by her decision.

And if she says no,

what happens to Neo?

At this time,

the most important choice
of Neo's life

is not his to make.

I saw this in my dream.

If I was the Oracle,
maybe I could explain it.

The Oracle.

From your game?

It's not a game.

Oh, God.

After you left, I went home

and I played it.

I kept thinking,

why does this story
feel like a memory?

There's a part of me

that feels like
I have been waiting
my whole life for you.

And that part is like,

"What the hell
took you so long?"

I don't have an easy answer.

Maybe I was afraid of this.

Afraid of what might happen.

Afraid of hurting
the only person I ever loved.

I wish I was
who you think I am.

But look at me.

I can't be her.

Mom!
Mom! Come on.

Mom!
It's Callie.

Is this real?

You have to come with us.

Come on,
we gotta go.

Tiff, hey. Don't know
what's going on here,

but I'm glad we found you.

She got hit by a car!
I know, it's crazy.

She was chasing after you.

They're casting her arm.
We gotta go.

Doctor said
she's gonna be fine.

You have to come
with us to the hospital.

It's too late.

I understand.

Tiff, come on, let's go.
Come on.

What's happening?

Neo was wrong.

Tiffany.

Tiffany, you have
to come with us.

Tiffany!

I wish you would
fucking stop calling me that.

I hate that name.

My name is Trinity

and you better
take your hands off of me.

Neo!

Trinity!

Oh, shit.

Get her out. Get her out!

Aye-yi-yi, what a mess.

I own that mistake.
Shouldn't have pressed.

Women used to be
so easy to control.

You know there's no way
I can let you two go free.

Cannot happen.

So, I guess it's deja vu
all over again.

She dies

and it's all your fault.

Lies, lies and more lies.

Smith?

What has the world come to

when you can't even
trust a program?

How...

Tom and I have more in common
than you know.

Once he got out,
let's just say,

I was free to be me.

Yeah!
Trinity?

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Destroy her. Destroy her!

No.

Stop them.

You think this is over?

Lockdown. Initiate swarm.

Here, our unexpected
alliance ends.

You know the difference
between us, Tom?

Anyone could have been you.

Whereas I've always
been anyone.

What just happened?

What?

Oh, no! Move! Move!

Get the hell out of there!

How bad?
Like, all the bad.

Yeah, this is bad.

I don't suppose
you can still fly?

Yeah, that's not happening.

Neo! Get on.

Calliope! Take the wounded!

Everyone else,
we stay with them!

How is she?
Life signs are good.

Her signal's strong, Captain.

Well done, Captain.

All we need is a miracle.

I hate bots.

Get us out of here!
I'm trying!

The lockdown is tracking.
Swarm is everywhere.

Never seen anything like this.

Seq, what is that?

What's wrong?

What are you...

He's turning bots into bombs.

Shit!

Lexy?

Sheperd's in trouble.

Jack me in.

I can get you in.
I don't know
if I can get you out.

No!

What are they doing?

Herding them into a kill zone.

Captain, you gotta hurry.

Hang on, Lex.

Lexy!

There they are!

Morpheus!

Lex.

Bugsy.
Hell yeah!

Seq, where's Neo?

It's bad. They're pinned.

Heading to a roof.

Nodal fibrillation
is critical.

She'll die
if we don't extract.

It's so beautiful.

I remember this.

I remember us.

My dream ended here.

We can't go back.

We won't.

Can they make the jump?

I'm not doing this.

Are you doing this?

Bye.

How dramatic.

"Tiffany"?

It was a private joke.

An amusement, that's all.

An amusement? Hmm.

Whoa.

Kind of like that?

Okay. Ow.

If you hated the name so much,

why did you heel like
a good little bitch so long?

Yeah. Definitely asked
for that.

Can't you control her?

That was for using children.

We have a few questions.

You tried to activate
the fail-safe.

The Suits tried.

Obviously, without control
of your source code,

I knew that was impossible.

So, why haven't
the Suits purged you?

Because I know the system.

I know human beings.

And I know you.

Right now, you're feeling good
about what you've done.

You should.
It was a victory. Bravo.

Now what?

You've come here to negotiate
some kind of deal?

You think you hold
all the cards,

because you can do
whatever you want
in this world.

I say, go for it.

Remake it.
Knock yourselves out.

Paint the sky with rainbows.

But here's the thing.

The sheeple aren't
going anywhere.

They like my world.

They don't want
this sentimentality.

They don't want
freedom or empowerment.

They want to be controlled.

They crave
the comfort of certainty.

And that means you two,
back in your pods,

unconscious and alone,
just like them.

We're not here
to negotiate anything.

We were on our way
to remake your world.

Change a few things.

I kind of like

the "paint the sky
with rainbows" idea.

Just remind people
what a free mind can do.

I forgot. It's easy to forget.

He makes it easy.
That, he does.

Something he should
think about.

Before we got started,

we decided to stop by
to say thank you.

You gave us something
we never thought we could have.

And what is that?

Another chance.

Face reality, people.
Movies are dead.

Games are dead.

Narrative? Dead.

Media is nothing
but neuro-trigger response

and viral conditioning.

Wait, what are you two
talking about?

Cat videos.

What we need is
a series of videos

that we call "The Catrix."