Free Your Mind: The Matrix Now (2023) Movie Script
JAZZ MUSIC
EXCITED CHATTER
Hello.
Big crowd for theoretical science.
Welcome.
I am Dr Alan Turing.
Good to have so many of you here,
I think.
I can never quite figure
if something is better
if it's bigger.
No sniggering during the lecture, please.
I've always thought, for example,
that if the Manchester Baby -
that is to say the small-scale
experimental machine -
which is to say the first electronic
stored-program computer -
I'm sorry, that's to say
the very first machine
which has had memory -
which my team and I
developed recently -
was 100 times bigger,
then of course it could do more.
But would it be better?
I mean, this is the biggest
chalkboard I've ever seen -
so let's say big is best today.
I say, "Good evening, students."
You say, "Good evening, Dr Turing."
Good evening, students.
AUDIENCE: Good evening, Dr Turing.
Well, it's a good job we're
all numbers people, isn't it?
Let us begin.
In the future, some might say
I helped bring
the Allies to victory.
But on this day in 1949,
they say,
"Yes, he may be a genius
codebreaking mathematician,
"but sadly he cannot be trusted
with much."
They say this because I have had
no marriage, as such,
and of course, winning a war
couldn't be done
without a wife and a family
to win for.
But still, I'm here in Manchester,
at the university.
Deputy Director of
the Computing Laboratory.
I feel incredibly lucky -
not for meteorological reasons,
I'm sure we can all agree -
but because Manchester is quite
simply the home of the machine.
The very first time
a hand skill was mechanised,
it was in Manchester in 1767
with the invention
of Arkwright's water frame.
The city quickly became
the global leader
of industrial machinery,
mass manufacturing.
The Jacquard loom,
with its punch card innovation,
allowing complicated textile
to be mass woven,
and, eventually, miraculously,
the first computers to be inspired
by that very same
punch card system.
The world has changed,
industrialised for evermore,
and you're now here to ask what will
the core of our future be.
Should we be worried about machines
being able to think?
The answer may seem to be
another question.
"Well, that depends
on what it is thinking,
"doesn't it, Dr Turing?"
I think if computers could think
they may one day think
better thoughts than us.
I doubt very much they'd care about
who we choose to love,
as a small example.
Now, if they could think,
would this make them real?
The "I think, therefore I am"
scenario?
Well, what makes
us humans real anyhow?
Our imaginary death is guaranteed
to one day become a real one,
then our real death leaves behind
an imaginary life.
So neither life nor death
can be the defining factor.
"We tell stories," people shout.
"That's what being human
rather than machine is about."
But are we born with
storytelling capability?
Don't we learn it
from everything around us?
I'll be so bold as to say,
"Are we not programmed
with the pieces
"as we grow, much like the looms
and the Manchester Baby?"
"No, no, Alan, we feel," you might
wish to argue with me.
"Pain and love
are what makes us real."
Pain and love are also
what can make it
too hard to exist.
It's a curious calculation
of cancellation.
Can the only things
that make you real
also be the things that crush you
into particles unseen?
If one day a machine can truly see,
perhaps that is what we will be
to them -
disappearing, lacking,
itself the only tangible thing.
Enough.
Stop!
I've said too much.
You came here for codes
and patterns and numbers,
mathematics light years ahead
of all of us.
The future encased in its equations.
Are you listening?
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
Really, truly listening?
PHONE RINGS
You can start at any point,
at three, four, five, six,
seven, eight.
One, two... You must pay attention!
All from the beginning.
One, two, three, four, five.
It's your responsibility
to know the steps.
PHONE RINGS
Is someone looking for me?
I can't answer,
I'm giving a lecture.
You can reverse it -
two, one, eight, seven, six,
five, four,
three, two, one.
Otherwise, how will you know
what happens next?
Learning it all
is just the basic duty.
It's just the incidents.
You have to really try
to understand.
More, you have to really try
to see.
Two, three, four.
Or not. Stop.
It's up to you.
PHONE RINGS
They're coming for me
and I'm not sure
what they're going to do.
PHONE RINGS
MORPHEUS: Hello, Neo.
I've been looking for you, Neo.
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
Hello.
Something is better if it's bigger.
B-B-Big...
Good evening, stu...
Good evening, stu...
Students.
Let us begin.
I-I'm here in Manchester.
I'm here... I'm feeling...
Feeling very lucky.
A-And...
See our interests...
Oh, my.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
We can solve our problems...
And that makes them beautiful.
When I think of the future,
I think of the man and the machine.
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
Three, four, five, six,
seven, eight.
One, two...
One, two, three, four, five.
It's your responsibility
to know the steps.
Two, one... Eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two.
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
You came here for codes and patterns
and numbers,
mathematics light years
ahead of all of us
I'm here in Manchester.
I feel incredibly lucky.
Manchester is quite simply...
The punch card system...
Jacquard loom with its punch card...
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
APPLAUSE
FAINT PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
The trial of B1-66ER,
the first machine to kill a human.
SINGERS VOCALISE
B1-66ER testified that he simply
did not want to die.
He killed his owner
to save his own life.
APPLAUSE
MARCHING FOOTSTEPS
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
MARCHING FOOTSTEPS
AGENT SMITH: Its genius?
Billions of people
living out their lives.
Did you know
that the first Matrix
was designed to be
a perfect human world,
where none suffered,
where everyone would be happy?
It was a disaster.
No-one would accept the program.
Entire crops were lost.
Some believed that we lacked
the programming language
to describe your perfect world.
I believe that, as a species,
human beings define their reality
through misery and suffering.
So the perfect world was a dream
that your primitive cerebrum
kept trying to wake up from.
Redesigned...
I say "your civilisation",
because as soon as we started
thinking for you,
it became our civilisation,
which is, of course,
what this is all about.
Evolution, Morpheus.
Evolution.
Like the dinosaur.
Look out that window.
You had your time.
The future is our world.
I'd like to share a revelation
that I've had.
It came to me when I tried
to classify your species.
You're not actually mammals.
Every mammal on this planet
instinctively develops
a natural equilibrium
with the surrounding environment.
But you humans do not.
You move to an area and...
...m-m-m-multiply...
...multiply until every natural
resource is consumed.
The only way you can survive...
There is another organism
on this planet
that follows the same pattern.
Human beings are a disease,
a cancer of this planet.
You are a p-plague...
...and we are the cure.
Can you hear me, Morpheus?
I'm going to be honest.
I hate this zoo,
this prison,
this reality.
I can't stand it any longer.
It's the smell.
Taste your stink.
And every time I do,
I fear that I have somehow
been infected by it.
It's repulsive, isn't it?
I must get out of here.
I must get free.
And in this mind is the key,
my key.
Once Zion is destroyed,
there is no need for me to be here.
Do you understand?
I need the codes.
I have to get inside Zion.
And you have to tell me how.
SIREN WAILS
MUFFLED CHANTS
HELICOPTER THRUMS
MUFFLED SHOUTS
HORNS BLARE
FAINT MUSIC SLOWLY BUILDS
SIREN WAILS
HELICOPTER THRUMS
INSISTENT STRING MUSIC
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
SHOUSHOUT ECHOES
MUSIC FADES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SHOUSINGERS VOCALISE
FAINT MUSIC BUILDS
SINGERS VOCALISE
ROARING
SIREN WAILS
SHRIEK
FAINT SHOUBELL TOLLS
And thus it was
that humans scorched the sky.
May there be mercy upon humans
and machines for their sins.
FAINT SHOUTS
BELL STOPS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Follow the white rabbit.
The performance will continue
after the interval.
MUSIC: White Rabbit
by Jefferson Airplane
Follow the white rabbit.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em
a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small...
MUSIC ENDS
RECORD CRACKLES
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
PIANO CHORD PLAYS
SYNTHESISER BEEPS
SINGERS VOCALISE
When the world ends...
...and the internet streams
no more...
...we'll still be here.
MUSIC: Blue Monday
by New Order
Do you like that?
MUSIC STOPS
SYNTHESISER BEEPS
WHIZZING
Their profound devotion
to the cause of...
SINGERS VOCALISE
DRAMATIC CHORDS PLAY
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC FADES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SYNTHESISER WHIRS
PERCUSSIVE STUTTERING
STRING MUSIC
FAINT GROAN
SYNTHESISER WHIRS
TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
UP-TEMPO DANCE MUSIC
MUSIC STOPS
AMERICAN WOMAN:
A place for everything -
that sure helps around my kitchen.
Everything in its place.
That's easy with
my Frigidaire Cold Pantry.
BESS MYERSON: So true, Mrs Doherty.
In your Frigidaire Cold Pantry,
there's a place for all your food.
Fresh and frozen, canned,
bottled and wrapped,
new-bought and left over.
They're all right there,
and they're all at your fingertips.
Let's start with the most ingenious
door in any refrigerator.
It has special places for bottles,
spreadable butter,
cheeses, even leftovers,
and a big picture-window hydrator
for fruits and vegetables.
It tilts down to show you
your supply at a glance.
DOORBELL RINGS
MUSIC: Kamu Punya Pascar Lagi
by DJ Donilo
MUSIC STOPS
SYNTHESISER PLAYS SLURRING RIFF
FAINT SHOUSINGERS VOCALISE
FAINT LAUGHTER
LONE MALE SINGER VOCALISES
LONE FEMALE SINGER VOCALISES
SINGERS CONTINUE VOCALISING
WHISTLE BLOWS
DRUM MACHINE PLAYS DANCE BEASINGERS VOCALISING
DRUM MACHINE STOPS
SINGERS VOCALISING
DRUM MACHINE RESUMES
A place for everything -
that sure helps around my kitchen.
Everything in its place.
That's easy with
my Frigidaire Cold Pantry.
So true, Mrs Doherty.
In your Frigidaire Cold Pantry,
there's a place for all your food.
Fresh and frozen,
canned, bottled and wrapped,
new-bought and left over.
They're all right there,
and they're all at your fingertips.
Let's start with the most
ingenious door...
SMASHING
FAINT BUZZING
FOOTSTEPS ECHO
BUTTON CLICKS
SINGERS VOCALISE
DRUM MACHINE AND SYNTHESISER PLAY
CHEERING
SINGERS VOCALISE
DREAMY TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC FADES
STRING MUSIC
MUSIC STOPS
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
SINGERS VOCALISE ON BEAMUSIC STOPS
STRINGS PLAY
TECHNO DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
RAPID GUNFIRE
SHOTS
MUSIC STOPS
EXPLOSION
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
SINGERS VOCALISE
GUNSHOTHUDDING PERCUSSION
MUSIC STOPS
SHATTERING
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
MUSIC FADES
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
I warned you! I warned you!
You must listen. You must listen.
Listen to me.
You must see,
and you must learn!
FIZZING
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC ENDS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC PLAYS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUE
SINGERS VOCALISE
EXCITED CHATTER
Hello.
Big crowd for theoretical science.
Welcome.
I am Dr Alan Turing.
Good to have so many of you here,
I think.
I can never quite figure
if something is better
if it's bigger.
No sniggering during the lecture, please.
I've always thought, for example,
that if the Manchester Baby -
that is to say the small-scale
experimental machine -
which is to say the first electronic
stored-program computer -
I'm sorry, that's to say
the very first machine
which has had memory -
which my team and I
developed recently -
was 100 times bigger,
then of course it could do more.
But would it be better?
I mean, this is the biggest
chalkboard I've ever seen -
so let's say big is best today.
I say, "Good evening, students."
You say, "Good evening, Dr Turing."
Good evening, students.
AUDIENCE: Good evening, Dr Turing.
Well, it's a good job we're
all numbers people, isn't it?
Let us begin.
In the future, some might say
I helped bring
the Allies to victory.
But on this day in 1949,
they say,
"Yes, he may be a genius
codebreaking mathematician,
"but sadly he cannot be trusted
with much."
They say this because I have had
no marriage, as such,
and of course, winning a war
couldn't be done
without a wife and a family
to win for.
But still, I'm here in Manchester,
at the university.
Deputy Director of
the Computing Laboratory.
I feel incredibly lucky -
not for meteorological reasons,
I'm sure we can all agree -
but because Manchester is quite
simply the home of the machine.
The very first time
a hand skill was mechanised,
it was in Manchester in 1767
with the invention
of Arkwright's water frame.
The city quickly became
the global leader
of industrial machinery,
mass manufacturing.
The Jacquard loom,
with its punch card innovation,
allowing complicated textile
to be mass woven,
and, eventually, miraculously,
the first computers to be inspired
by that very same
punch card system.
The world has changed,
industrialised for evermore,
and you're now here to ask what will
the core of our future be.
Should we be worried about machines
being able to think?
The answer may seem to be
another question.
"Well, that depends
on what it is thinking,
"doesn't it, Dr Turing?"
I think if computers could think
they may one day think
better thoughts than us.
I doubt very much they'd care about
who we choose to love,
as a small example.
Now, if they could think,
would this make them real?
The "I think, therefore I am"
scenario?
Well, what makes
us humans real anyhow?
Our imaginary death is guaranteed
to one day become a real one,
then our real death leaves behind
an imaginary life.
So neither life nor death
can be the defining factor.
"We tell stories," people shout.
"That's what being human
rather than machine is about."
But are we born with
storytelling capability?
Don't we learn it
from everything around us?
I'll be so bold as to say,
"Are we not programmed
with the pieces
"as we grow, much like the looms
and the Manchester Baby?"
"No, no, Alan, we feel," you might
wish to argue with me.
"Pain and love
are what makes us real."
Pain and love are also
what can make it
too hard to exist.
It's a curious calculation
of cancellation.
Can the only things
that make you real
also be the things that crush you
into particles unseen?
If one day a machine can truly see,
perhaps that is what we will be
to them -
disappearing, lacking,
itself the only tangible thing.
Enough.
Stop!
I've said too much.
You came here for codes
and patterns and numbers,
mathematics light years ahead
of all of us.
The future encased in its equations.
Are you listening?
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
Really, truly listening?
PHONE RINGS
You can start at any point,
at three, four, five, six,
seven, eight.
One, two... You must pay attention!
All from the beginning.
One, two, three, four, five.
It's your responsibility
to know the steps.
PHONE RINGS
Is someone looking for me?
I can't answer,
I'm giving a lecture.
You can reverse it -
two, one, eight, seven, six,
five, four,
three, two, one.
Otherwise, how will you know
what happens next?
Learning it all
is just the basic duty.
It's just the incidents.
You have to really try
to understand.
More, you have to really try
to see.
Two, three, four.
Or not. Stop.
It's up to you.
PHONE RINGS
They're coming for me
and I'm not sure
what they're going to do.
PHONE RINGS
MORPHEUS: Hello, Neo.
I've been looking for you, Neo.
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
Hello.
Something is better if it's bigger.
B-B-Big...
Good evening, stu...
Good evening, stu...
Students.
Let us begin.
I-I'm here in Manchester.
I'm here... I'm feeling...
Feeling very lucky.
A-And...
See our interests...
Oh, my.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
We can solve our problems...
And that makes them beautiful.
When I think of the future,
I think of the man and the machine.
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
Three, four, five, six,
seven, eight.
One, two...
One, two, three, four, five.
It's your responsibility
to know the steps.
Two, one... Eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two.
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one,
zero, zero, one.
You came here for codes and patterns
and numbers,
mathematics light years
ahead of all of us
I'm here in Manchester.
I feel incredibly lucky.
Manchester is quite simply...
The punch card system...
Jacquard loom with its punch card...
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
APPLAUSE
FAINT PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
The trial of B1-66ER,
the first machine to kill a human.
SINGERS VOCALISE
B1-66ER testified that he simply
did not want to die.
He killed his owner
to save his own life.
APPLAUSE
MARCHING FOOTSTEPS
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
MARCHING FOOTSTEPS
AGENT SMITH: Its genius?
Billions of people
living out their lives.
Did you know
that the first Matrix
was designed to be
a perfect human world,
where none suffered,
where everyone would be happy?
It was a disaster.
No-one would accept the program.
Entire crops were lost.
Some believed that we lacked
the programming language
to describe your perfect world.
I believe that, as a species,
human beings define their reality
through misery and suffering.
So the perfect world was a dream
that your primitive cerebrum
kept trying to wake up from.
Redesigned...
I say "your civilisation",
because as soon as we started
thinking for you,
it became our civilisation,
which is, of course,
what this is all about.
Evolution, Morpheus.
Evolution.
Like the dinosaur.
Look out that window.
You had your time.
The future is our world.
I'd like to share a revelation
that I've had.
It came to me when I tried
to classify your species.
You're not actually mammals.
Every mammal on this planet
instinctively develops
a natural equilibrium
with the surrounding environment.
But you humans do not.
You move to an area and...
...m-m-m-multiply...
...multiply until every natural
resource is consumed.
The only way you can survive...
There is another organism
on this planet
that follows the same pattern.
Human beings are a disease,
a cancer of this planet.
You are a p-plague...
...and we are the cure.
Can you hear me, Morpheus?
I'm going to be honest.
I hate this zoo,
this prison,
this reality.
I can't stand it any longer.
It's the smell.
Taste your stink.
And every time I do,
I fear that I have somehow
been infected by it.
It's repulsive, isn't it?
I must get out of here.
I must get free.
And in this mind is the key,
my key.
Once Zion is destroyed,
there is no need for me to be here.
Do you understand?
I need the codes.
I have to get inside Zion.
And you have to tell me how.
SIREN WAILS
MUFFLED CHANTS
HELICOPTER THRUMS
MUFFLED SHOUTS
HORNS BLARE
FAINT MUSIC SLOWLY BUILDS
SIREN WAILS
HELICOPTER THRUMS
INSISTENT STRING MUSIC
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
SHOUSHOUT ECHOES
MUSIC FADES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SHOUSINGERS VOCALISE
FAINT MUSIC BUILDS
SINGERS VOCALISE
ROARING
SIREN WAILS
SHRIEK
FAINT SHOUBELL TOLLS
And thus it was
that humans scorched the sky.
May there be mercy upon humans
and machines for their sins.
FAINT SHOUTS
BELL STOPS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Follow the white rabbit.
The performance will continue
after the interval.
MUSIC: White Rabbit
by Jefferson Airplane
Follow the white rabbit.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em
a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
To call Alice
When she was just small...
MUSIC ENDS
RECORD CRACKLES
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC
PIANO CHORD PLAYS
SYNTHESISER BEEPS
SINGERS VOCALISE
When the world ends...
...and the internet streams
no more...
...we'll still be here.
MUSIC: Blue Monday
by New Order
Do you like that?
MUSIC STOPS
SYNTHESISER BEEPS
WHIZZING
Their profound devotion
to the cause of...
SINGERS VOCALISE
DRAMATIC CHORDS PLAY
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC FADES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SYNTHESISER WHIRS
PERCUSSIVE STUTTERING
STRING MUSIC
FAINT GROAN
SYNTHESISER WHIRS
TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
UP-TEMPO DANCE MUSIC
MUSIC STOPS
AMERICAN WOMAN:
A place for everything -
that sure helps around my kitchen.
Everything in its place.
That's easy with
my Frigidaire Cold Pantry.
BESS MYERSON: So true, Mrs Doherty.
In your Frigidaire Cold Pantry,
there's a place for all your food.
Fresh and frozen, canned,
bottled and wrapped,
new-bought and left over.
They're all right there,
and they're all at your fingertips.
Let's start with the most ingenious
door in any refrigerator.
It has special places for bottles,
spreadable butter,
cheeses, even leftovers,
and a big picture-window hydrator
for fruits and vegetables.
It tilts down to show you
your supply at a glance.
DOORBELL RINGS
MUSIC: Kamu Punya Pascar Lagi
by DJ Donilo
MUSIC STOPS
SYNTHESISER PLAYS SLURRING RIFF
FAINT SHOUSINGERS VOCALISE
FAINT LAUGHTER
LONE MALE SINGER VOCALISES
LONE FEMALE SINGER VOCALISES
SINGERS CONTINUE VOCALISING
WHISTLE BLOWS
DRUM MACHINE PLAYS DANCE BEASINGERS VOCALISING
DRUM MACHINE STOPS
SINGERS VOCALISING
DRUM MACHINE RESUMES
A place for everything -
that sure helps around my kitchen.
Everything in its place.
That's easy with
my Frigidaire Cold Pantry.
So true, Mrs Doherty.
In your Frigidaire Cold Pantry,
there's a place for all your food.
Fresh and frozen,
canned, bottled and wrapped,
new-bought and left over.
They're all right there,
and they're all at your fingertips.
Let's start with the most
ingenious door...
SMASHING
FAINT BUZZING
FOOTSTEPS ECHO
BUTTON CLICKS
SINGERS VOCALISE
DRUM MACHINE AND SYNTHESISER PLAY
CHEERING
SINGERS VOCALISE
DREAMY TECHNO MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC FADES
STRING MUSIC
MUSIC STOPS
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
SINGERS VOCALISE ON BEAMUSIC STOPS
STRINGS PLAY
TECHNO DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
RAPID GUNFIRE
SHOTS
MUSIC STOPS
EXPLOSION
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
SINGERS VOCALISE
GUNSHOTHUDDING PERCUSSION
MUSIC STOPS
SHATTERING
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
STRING MUSIC
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
MUSIC FADES
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
SINGERS STOP
MUSIC CONTINUES
SINGERS VOCALISE
I warned you! I warned you!
You must listen. You must listen.
Listen to me.
You must see,
and you must learn!
FIZZING
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
MUSIC ENDS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
PERCUSSIVE MUSIC PLAYS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUE
SINGERS VOCALISE