...

Lock:
The machines are tunnelling to avoid our defense system. But I believe that they're going to intersect certain pipelines in order to control them. These points of intersection are crucial because I believe they're vulnerable to counterattack. Although it has been suggested that this is the same kind of attack we have defended for years, I urge the Council to realize the truth:
this is the single greatest threat we have ever faced. And if we do not act accordingly, we will not survive.

Councillor Dillard:
Commander Lock, the Council is well aware of the seriousness of this attack. You have our leave to prepare our defense by any and all means necessary.
Lock:
Thank you, Councillor
Councillor Dillard:
However, we ask if there's been word from the Nebuchadnezzar.
Lock:
No, Councillor, no word - nothing. Councillor West: Then we request a ship be dispatched to ascertain the fate of The One.
Lock:
I wish that were possible, Councillor, but I do not believe our defense can suffer the loss of another ship. Councillor West: It will, Commander, if it must.
Lock:
It could take a single ship days to find the Nebuchadnezzar.
Councillor Dillard:
Then send two.
Lock:
This is insane.
Councilor Hamann:
Careful, Commander.
Lock:
Forgive my frustration, Councillors. I wish I were able to comprehend the Council's choice in this matter. Councillor West: Comprehension is not a requisite of cooperation.
Lock:
You're asking me to order two of my captains...
Councillor Dillard:
There's no need for such an order, the Captains are present - they can answer for themselves. The Council is calling for two volunteers to aid the Nebuchadnezzar. Are there two among you that would answer such a call?
Soren:
Captain Soren of the Vigilant will answer the Council's call.
Councillor Dillard:
You understand the situation, Captain Soren?
Soren:
Yes, ma'am.
Councillor Dillard:
Thank you, Captain. Is there another?
Bane/Smith:
Captain, I think we should volunteer.
Malachi:
What? You have gone crazy?
Ballard:
Shut your hole, Bane, before I put you in one.
Councillor Dillard:
Is there no other?
Lock:
Be hard for any man to risk his life. Especially if he doesn't understand the reason.
Niobe:
Captain Niobe of the Logos will answer the Councillor's call.
Lock:
What?
Councillor Dillard:
Thank you, Captain Niobe. Commander Lock, you have your orders. This Council is hereby adjourned.
Lock:
Niobe, what are you doing?
Niobe:
What I can.
Lock:
Why?
Niobe:
Because some things never change, Jason, and some things do.

Morpheus:
What can you see, Neo?
Neo:
It's strange, the code is somehow different.
Morpheus:
Encrypted?
Neo:
Maybe.
Trinity:
Is that good for us or bad for us?
Neo:
Well, it looks like every floor is wired with explosives.
Trinity:
Bad for us.
Morpheus:
Here we go.
Maitre d':
Puis-je vous aider?
Morpheus:
Yes, we are here to speak with the Merovingian.
Maitre d':
Of course, he has been expecting you. Follow me.

Merovingian:
Aha, here he is at last. Neo, the One himself, right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity of course, si belle qu'elle me fait souffrir. I have heard so much, you honour me. Please, sit, join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? Hmm... of course, such things are contrivances like so much here. For the sake of appearances.
Neo:
No, thank you.
Merovingian:
Yes, of course, who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time? Château Haut-Brion 1959, magnificent wine, I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favourite - fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculés de ta mère. You see, it's like wiping your arse with silk, I love it.
Morpheus:
You know why we are here.
Merovingian:
Hmph... I am a trafficker of information, I know everything I can. The question is, do you know why you are here?
Morpheus:
We are looking for the Keymaker.
Merovingian:
Oh yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course. But this is not a reason, this is not a `why.' The Keymaker himself, his very nature, is means, it is not an end, and so, to look for him is to be looking for a means to do... what?
Neo:
You know the answer to that question.
Merovingian:
But do you? You think you do but you do not. You are here because you were sent here, you were told to come here and you obeyed. [Laughs] It is, of course, the way of all things. You see, there is only one constant, one universal, it is the only real truth: causality. Action. Reaction. Cause and effect.
Morpheus:
Everything begins with choice.
Merovingian:
No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, just look at her. Affecting everyone around her, so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait... Watch - you see, I have sent her dessert, a very special dessert. I wrote it myself. It starts so simply, each line of the program creating a new
effect, just like poetry. First, a rush... heat... her heart flutters. You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand why - is it the wine? No. What is it then, what is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it
is of course pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escape from it, we are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the `why.' ` Why' is what separates us from them, you from me. `Why' is the only real social power, without it you are powerless. And this
is how you come to me, without `why,' without power. Another link in the chain. But fear not, since I have seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell you what to do next. Run back, and give the fortune teller this message: Her time is almost up. Now I have some real business to do, I will say adieu and goodbye.
Neo:
This isn't over.
Merovingian:
Oh yes, it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason why I should give him up. No reason at all.
Persephone:
Where are you going?
Merovingian:
Please, ma chérie, I've told you, we are all victims of causality. I drink too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

Trinity:
Touch me, and that hand will never touch anything again.
Neo:
Well, that didn't go so well.
Morpheus:
Are you certain the Oracle didn't say anything else?
Neo:
Yes.
Trinity:
Maybe we did something wrong.
Neo:
Or didn't do something.
Morpheus:
No, what happened happened and couldn't have happened any other way.
Neo:
How do you know?
Morpheus:
We are still alive.
Persephone:
If you want the Keymaker, follow me. [to man in washroom] Get out! I'm so sick of his bullshit. On and on, pompous prick. A long time ago, when we first came here, it was so different. He was so different. He was like you. I'll give you what you want. But you have to give me something.
Neo:
What?
Persephone:
A kiss.
Trinity:
Excuse me?
Persephone:
I want you to kiss me as if you were kissing her.
Neo:
Why?
Persephone:
You love her. She loves you. It's all over you both. A long time ago, I knew what that felt like. I want to remember it. I want to sample it. That's all, just a sample.
Trinity:
Why don't you sample this instead?
Morpheus:
Trinity.
Persephone:
Such emotion over something so small. It's just a kiss.
Neo:
Why should we trust you?
Persephone:
If I don't deliver you to the Keymaker, she can kill me.
Neo:
All right.
Persephone:
But you have to make me believe I am her.
Neo:
All right.
Persephone:
Terrible. Forget it.
Neo:
Wait. Okay.
Persephone:
Ahh, yes. That's it. I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last. Come with me.

Link:
Not again!
Persephone:
It's all right, boys, they're with me. These fellas work for my husband, they do his dirty work. They're very good, very loyal. Aren't you, boys?
Cain and Abel:
Yes, Mistress.
Persephone:
They come from a much older version of the Matrix, but like so many back then, they caused more problems than they solved. My husband saved them because they're notoriously difficult to terminate. How many people keep silver bullets in their gun? You can either run to the restaurant and tell my husband what I have done, or you can stay there and die. He's in the ladies' room... [to Neb crew] Hurry.

Neo:
My name is Neo.
Keymaker:
Yes, I'm the Keymaker, I've been waiting for you.

Merovingian:
Oh God, my God, Persephone how could you do this, you betrayed me [speaking French]!
Persephone:
Cause and effect, my love.
Merovingian:
Cause? There is no cause for this, what cause?
Persephone:
What cause? How about the lipstick you're still wearing?
Merovingian:
Lipstick? Lipstick? What craziness you are talking about woman, there is no lipstick.
Persephone:
She wasn't kissing your face, my love.
Merovingian:
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai, woman, this is nothing, c'est rien, c'est rien du tout. It's a game, it is only a game.
Persephone:
So is this. Have fun.
Merovingian:
All right. All right. Let us find out where this goes. You two, get the Keymaker.
Trinity:
That's a nice trick.
Keymaker:
I cannot go back.
Neo:
I'll handle them.
Merovingian:
Handle us? You'll handle us? You know, your predecessors had much more respect.
Merovingian:
Okay, you have some skill. Kill him.
Merovingian:
You see, he's just a man.
Merovingian:
Damn it, woman, you will be the end of me. Mark my words, boy, and mark them well. I have survived your predecessors, and I will survive you!

Trinity:
Where are you going?
Keymaker:
Another way, always another way. Close it, quick.

Twin 1:
Could we move along?
Keymaker:
Run!
Twin 2:
Step away from the door.
Twin 2:
We owe you for that.
Twin 1:
Just like new.
Twin 2:
Drop your weapon.

Morpheus:
Stay with him.
Trinity:
What about Neo?
Morpheus:
He can handle himself.
Trinity:
Get in the back.

Neo:
Oh shit.
Link:
Operator.
Neo:
Link, where am I?
Link:
You're not gonna believe this, but you're all the way up in the mountains.
Neo:
Really.
Link:
Yeah, it's gonna take me a while to get up an exit. Oh shit.
Neo:
What?
Link:
Those Twin things are after Morpheus and Trinity, and I don't have a way to get them out.
Neo:
Where are they?
Link:
Middle of the City, 500 miles due south.

Link:
Operator.
Morpheus:
Get us out of here, Link.
Link:
That won't be easy, sir.
Morpheus:
I know. We're inside the core network.
Link:
Yes sir. The only exit I got near you is the Winsor[?] overpass.
Morpheus:
Off the freeway?
Link:
Yes, sir.
Morpheus:
Fine, we'll make it.
Link:
Sir, I think I should say... oh shit, look out behind you!
Link:
Incoming fire!
Morpheus:
Down!
Trinity:
Hold on!
Link:
Oh no, this is getting real ugly real fast.
Morpheus:
Are you watching this, Link?
Link:
Yes sir, there's an all-points on you, I make 8 units headed your way.
Morpheus:
Any suggestions?
Link:
Turn right.
Morpheus:
Right, now!
Link:
Now straight here, go through the next branch, you'll hit a connecting tunnel to the 101.
Morpheus:
Got it.
Link:
Sir, are you sure about this? The freeway, I mean. It's dangerous, in 14 years of operating, I've never seen...
Morpheus:
Link, what did I tell you?
Link:
Yes sir, I do, sir, Winsor[?] overpass, I'll be ready for you.
Morpheus:
Good man.
Trinity:
You always told me to stay off the freeway.
Morpheus:
Yes, that's true.
Trinity:
You said it was suicide.
Morpheus:
Then let us hope that I was wrong.

Link:
Operator.
Niobe:
Link, it's Niobe. We've been sent to bring you in. I need to talk to Morpheus.
Link:
Believe me, Niobe, he needs you.
Niobe:
Where is he?
Link:
Just follow the sirens.

Cop:
They're approaching...
Agent Thompson:
We have them now.
Agent Johnson:
The exile is the primary target.

Morpheus:
Move!
Twin 1:
We are getting aggravated.
Twin 2:
Yes we are

Morpheus:
Trinity! Get him out of here.
Trinity:
Come on!

Trinity:
Morpheus.
Link:
He's okay, keep moving.
Trinity:
Let's go.
Trinity:
I need a download to hotwire a motorcycle.
Link:
Not a problem, one crash course in motorcycle...
Trinity:
Wait. Cancel that. [to Keymaker] You are handy. Jump on.

Agent Johnson:
She means nothing.
Agent Thompson:
Find the exile.
Agent Johnson:
We have them.
Cop from Speaker:
One Adam Twelve, please respond.

Morpheus:
Get down.

Niobe:
Gotcha.
Link:
She's good.
Agen:
You are no longer necessary.
Keymaker:
We do only what we're meant to do.
Agen:
Then you are meant for one more thing. Deletion.

Niobe:
Go kick his ass.

Morpheus:
Neo, if you're out there, I could use some help.
Link:
What is that?
Link:
Yess!

[Zion Man]
Sir. We have confirmation from the Icarus. The first two ships are in position for the counterattack.
Lock:
Good. Any change?
[Zion Woman]:
Looks like they hit some iron ore here, slowed them down a little.
Lock:
How much?
[Zion Woman]:
: An hour, maybe.
Lock:
That'd give them a little over 9 hours.
[Zion Woman]:
: Yes sir.

Keymaker:
There's a building. Inside this building there's a level where no elevator can go, and no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places, hidden places, but one door is special. One door leads to the Source. This building is protected by a very secure system. Every alarm triggers the bomb.
Vector:
Bomb? Did he say bomb?
Keymaker:
But like all systems it has a weakness. The system is based on the rules of a building. One system built on another.
Morpheus:
Electricity.
Keymaker:
If one fails, so must the other.
Niobe:
No electricity, no alarms.
Ghost:
But you'd have to take out a whole city block to kill the power to a building like that.
Keymaker:
Not one, 27.
Vector:
27 blocks?
Keymaker:
There is a power station. it must be destroyed.
Niobe:
There must be some kind of failsafe.
Keymaker:
Yes, there is an emergency system. The core network of the grid must be accessed. The emergency system must be deactivated.
Soren:
Then what do you need us for? Neo could take 'em both out easier than we could.
Keymaker:
There's no time.
Niobe:
Why?
Keymaker:
Once the door is unprotected, the connection will be severed. But another connection must first be made.
Ghost:
How long will that take?
Keymaker:
Exactly 314 seconds.
Soren:
Just over 5 minutes.
Keymaker:
That is the length and breadth of the window. Only The One can open the door, and only during that window can the door be opened.
Niobe:
How do you know all this?
Keymaker:
I know because I must know. It's my purpose. It's the reason I'm here. Same reason we're all here.

Trinity:
Neo, I know something's wrong. You don't have to tell me. I just want you to know that I'm here.

Keymaker:
All must be done as one.

Link:
Can't hurt.

Keymaker:
If one fails, all fail.

Morpheus:
At midnight, there's a shift change in the security of both buildings. At midnight, we will strike.

Guard 1:
Hey! You count sheep at home.
Guard 2:
Why, I get paid to count 'em here.

Jax:
Okay, they're inside.
Axel:
How much time?
Jax:
12 minutes.
Axel:
Oh shit!

Morpheus:
All of our lives we have fought this war. Tonight I believe we can end it. Tonight is not an accident. There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance. I do not believe in chance when I see 3 objectives, 3 captains, 3 ships. I do not see coincidence, I see providence, I see purpose. I believe it is our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us the very meaning of our lives.

Neo:
I want to ask you to do something, but I don't know how.
Trinity:
I promise you, if I can, I will.
Neo:
What if I asked you to stay out of this, no matter what. To stay out of the matrix?
Trinity:
Why?
Neo:
Please.
Trinity:
All right.

Morpheus:
What is it, Niobe?
Niobe:
I can't help it, Morpheus, I can't help thinking - what if you're wrong. What if all this - the prophecy, everything - is bullshit.
Morpheus:
Then tomorrow we may all be dead, but how would that be different from any other day? This is a war, and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place.

Axel:
Incoming. Incoming! Incoming!

Morpheus:
Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over. Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?

Soren:
Time?
Vector:
3 minutes.
Binary:
Almost there.

Keymaker:
It is time.

Trinity:
Find the others.
Link:
Got Niobe right there, they're already out of the station.
Trinity:
What about Soren?
Link:
There, they're still inside, but...
Trinity:
They're not moving.

Morpheus:
That's it, let's go.

Trinity:
Call Neo now.
Link:
Lost them. They're inside the portal.
Trinity:
What about the grid?
Link:
Everything's still operational. Emergency system's already rerouting power. Jesus. As soon as they open that door, it's all
over.
Trinity:
The hell it is.
Link:
What are you... Trinity?
Trinity:
I will not stand here and do nothing. I will not wait here to watch them die.
Link:
Trinity, we're talking less then 5 minutes here.
Trinity:
In 5 minutes, I'll tear that whole goddamn building down.

Neo:
How much further?
Keymaker:
Here, just here.
Smith:
I'm sorry, this is a dead end.

Link:
It's gotta be the ugliest hack I have ever done. That's as close as I can get ya. You better grow some wings.
Link:
Operator.
Trinity:
I'm in.
Link:
Keep moving, 65th floor.

Smith:
you look surprised to see me again, Mr. Anderson, that's the difference between us. I've been expecting you.
Neo:
What do you want, Smith?
Smith:
Oh you haven't figured that out? Still using all the muscles except the one that matters. I want exactly what you want. I want everything.
Morpheus:
Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Smith:
Go ahead, shoot. The best thing about being me - there's so many me.

Computer Room Technician:
Christ, what happened in here?
Computer Room Guard:
Hold it right there, little lady.

Smith:
If you can't beat us, join us.
Neo:
Morpheus!

Link:
Still no sight of them. I don't know what they're doing, but they only got 2 minutes left.

Link:
One minute!
Trinity:
Come on. Come on. Please.

Smiths:
Kill them.

Link:
They're in. I don't believe it.

Keymaker:
It was meant to be. Morpheus. That door will take you home. [to Neo] You'll know which door. Hurry, Neo.

Link:
Trinity, I got some serious activity headed your way.

Link:
We got a serious situation, sir.
Morpheus:
Oh, no.

Architect:
Hello, Neo.
Neo:
Who are you?
Architect:
I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.
Neo:
Why am I here?
Architect:
Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which, despite my sincerest efforts, I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably... here.
Neo:
You haven't answered my question.
Architect:
Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
TV Neos:
Others? How many others? What others? Answer my question!
Architect:
The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the 6th version.
TV Neos:
5 `One's before me? 4 3 2 What are you talking about?
Neo:
There are only two possible explanations, either no one told me, or no one knows.
Architect:
Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic - creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
TV Neos:
You can't control me! I'm gonna smash you to bits! I'll fuckin' kill you!
Neo:
Choice. The problem is choice.
Architect:
The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art - flawless, sublime. A triumph equalled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Thus, I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your
nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another - an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the
matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.
Neo:
The Oracle.
Architect:
Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program,
as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer
functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left
unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would
constitute an escalating probablility of disaster.
Neo:
This is about Zion.
Architect:
You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed - its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence
eradicated.
Neo:
Bullshit.
TV Neos:
Bullshit!
Architect:
Denial is the most predictable of all human responses, but rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.
Architect:
The function of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which, you will be required to select from the Matrix 23 individuals - 16 female, 7 male - to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash, killing everyone connected to the Matrix, which, coupled with the extermination of Zion, will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
Neo:
You won't let it happen. You can't. You need human beings to survive.
Architect:
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility of the death of every human being on this world. It is interesting, reading your reactions. Your 5 predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication - a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a rofound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific - vis a vis love.
Neo:
Trinity.
Architect:
Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life, at the cost of her own.
Neo:
No.
Architect:
Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already, I can see the chain reaction - the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason - an emotion that is already blinding you from the simple and obvious truth. She is going to die, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Architect:
Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest
weakness.
Neo:
If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.
Architect:
We won't.

Morpheus:
What is that?
Link:
Whatever it is, it's moving faster than anything I've ever seen.
Link:
Shit, he caught her!

Trinity:
Neo, I had to.
Neo:
I know. The bullet is still inside.
Morpheus:
Trinity, don't you quit on me now.
Trinity:
I'm sorry.
Neo:
Trinity. Trinity, I know you can hear me. I'm not letting go. I can't. I love you too damn much.
Link:
I can't take this.
Trinity:
I guess that makes us even.

Morpheus:
I don't understand it. Everything was done as it was supposed to be done. Once The One reaches the Source, the war should be over.
Neo:
In 24 hours it will be.
Morpheus:
What?
Neo:
If we don't do something in 24 hours, Zion will be destroyed.
Link:
What?
Trinity:
How do you know that?
Neo:
I was told it would happen.
Morpheus:
By whom?
Neo:
It doesn't matter. I believed him.
Morpheus:
That's impossible, the prophecy tells us...
Neo:
It was a lie, Morpheus. The prophecy was a lie. The One was never meant to end anything. It was all another system of
control.
Morpheus:
I don't believe that.
Neo:
But you said it yourself - how can the prophecy be true if the war isn't over? I'm sorry. I know it isn't easy to hear, but I swear to you it's the truth.
Trinity:
What are we gonna do?
Neo:
I don't know.
Link:
Oh no.

Link:
What are they doing?
Trinity:
They're just out of EMP range.
Neo:
It's a bomb. We have to get out of here. Now.

Morpheus:
I have dreamed a dream, and now that dream has gone from me.

Link:
Here they come. Let's go, Morpheus.
Neo:
We won't make it.
Trinity:
We have to try. Come on.
Neo:
Something's different. I can feel them.

Trinity:
Neo!
Morpheus:
What happened?
Trinity:
I don't know.
Link:
It's the Hammer.

Maggie:
He's in some kind of coma, but his vitals are stable. What about you?
Trinity:
I'm fine.
Maggie:
You could use some rest.
Trinity:
No, I'm gonna stay with him.

Roland:
Lock was right. He guessed that the machines would cut off the mainlines in and out of Zion. He thought a counterattck might suprise them. It sounded good, we figured we had a shot, until someone screwed it up.
Colt:
An EMP was triggered before we could get in position.
Mauser:
5 ships were instantly down.
Colt:
When the machines broke through, it wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter.
Link:
Was it an accident, some sort of malfunction?
AK: No one knows.
Roland:
Someone does.
Morpheus:
Who?
Roland:
Once the machines were done with us, they started digging again. We made a quick pass to look for survivors.
Link:
You found one?
Roland:
Only one.