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THE MATRIX 외국어/영어 2012. 8. 6. 12:43

THE MATRIX

      Written by

    Larry and Andy Wachowski
     April 8, 1996

 

 

 

 FADE IN ON:

 COMPUTER SCREEN

 So close it has no boundaries. A blinking cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass.

 

 A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were making the call.  The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until --

 

     MAN (V.O.)
   Hello?

 Data now slashes across the screen, information flashing faster than we read.

     SCREEN
   Call trans opt:  received.
   2-19-96  13:24:18  REC:Log>

 

     WOMAN (V.O.)
   I'm inside.  Anything to report?

 We listen to the phone conversation as though we were on a third line.  The man's name is CYPHER.  The woman,
 TRINITY.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Let's see.  Target left work at   5:01 PM.

 

     SCREEN
   Trace program:  running.

 

 The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivets, they rush at a 10- digit phone number in the top corner.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   He caught the northbound Howard   line. Got off at Sheridan.   Stopped at 7-11.  Purchased six- pack of beer and a box of Captain   Crunch.  Returned home. The area code is identified.  The first three numbers suddenly fixed, leaving only seven flowing columns. We begin MOVING TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the wheels of a slot machine.

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   All right, you're relieved.  Use  the usual exit.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Do you know when we're going to  make contact?

 

     TRINITY
   Soon.

 

 Only two thin digits left.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Just between you and me, you don't  believe it, do you?  You don't  believe this guy is the one?

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   I think Morpheus believes he is.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   I know.  But what about you?

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   I think Morpheus knows things that

   I don't.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Yeah, but if he's wrong --

 The final number pops into place --

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   Did you hear that?

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Hear what?

 

     SCREEN

   Trace complete.  Call origin:
   #312-555-0690

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   Are you sure this line is clean?

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Yeah, course I'm sure.

 

 We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the green
 numbers GROWING INTO an OMINOUS ROAR.

 

     TRINITY (V.O.)
   I better go.

 

     CYPHER (V.O.)
   Yeah.  Right.  See you on the other side.

 She hangs up as we PASS THROUGH the numbers, entering the netherworld of the computer screen.

 Where gradually the sound of a police radio grows around us.

 

     RADIO (V.O.)
   Attention all units.  Attention
   all units.

 Suddenly, a flashlight cuts open the darkness and we find ourselves in --


 INT.  CHASE HOTEL - NIGHT

 The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its way across the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it spooled soot up the walls and ceiling leaving patterns of permanent shadow.

 

 We FOLLOW four armed POLICE officers using flashlights as they creep down the blackened hall and ready themselves
 on either side of room 303.

 

 The biggest of them violently kicks in the door -- The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them.

     BIG COP
   Police!  Freeze!

 The room is almost devoid of furniture.  There is a fold- up table and chair with a phone, a modern, and a powerbook
 computer.  The only light in the room is the glow of the computer.

 Sitting there, her hands still on the keyboard, is


 TRINITY; a woman in black leather.

 

     BIG COP
   Get your hands behind your head!

 

 Trinity rises.

 

     BIG COP
   Hands behind your head!  Now!  Do   it!

 

 She slowly puts her hands behind her head.


 EXT.  CHASE HOTEL - NIGHT

 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the police cruisers.

 

 AGENT SMITH and AGENT BROWN get out of the car. They wear dark suits and sunglasses even at night.  They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one ear, its cord coiling back into their shirt collars.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   Lieutenant?

 

     LIEUTENANT
   Oh shit.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   Lieutenant, you were given  specific orders --

 

     LIEUTENANT
   I'm just doing my job.  You gimme  that Juris-my dick-tion and you can cran it up your ass.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   The orders were for your protection.

 

 The Lieutenant laughs.

 

     LIEUTENANT
   I think we can handle one little  girl.

 

 Agent Smith nods to Agent Brown as they start toward the hotel.

 

     LIEUTENANT
   I sent two units.  They're  bringing her down now.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   No, Lieutenant, your men are dead.


 INT.  CHASE HOTEL

 The Big Cop flicks out his cuffs, the other cops holding a bead.  They've done this a hundred times, they know they've got her, until the Big Cop reaches with the cuff and Trinity moves --

 It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast.

 The eye blinks and Trinity's palm. snaps up and the nose explodes, blood erupting.  The cop is dead before he begins to fall.

 And Trinity is moving again --

 Seizing a wrist, misdirecting a gun, as a startled cop


 FIRES --

 

 A head explodes.

 In blind panic, another airs his gun, the barrel, a fixed
 black hole --

 And FIRES --

 Trinity twists out of the way, the bullet missing as she reverses into a roundhouse kick, knocking the gun away.

 The cop begins to scream when a jump kick crushes his windpipe, killing the scream as he falls to the ground.

 She looks at the four bodies.

 

     TRINITY
   Shit.


 EXT.  CHASE HOTEL

 Agent Brown enters the hotel, while Agent Smith heads for the alley.


 INT.  CHASE HOTEL

 Trinity is on the phone, pacing.  The other end is
 answered.

 

     MAN (V.O.)
   Operator.

 

     TRINITY
   Morpheus!  The link was traced!  I  don't know how.

 

     MORPHEUS (V.O.)
   I know.  Stay calm.

 

     TRINITY
   Are there any agents?

 

     MORPHEUS (V.O.)
   Yes.

 

     TRINITY
   Goddamnit!

 

     MORPHEUS (V.O.)
   You have to focus.  There is a   phone.  Wells and Laxe.  You can  make it. She takes a deep breath, centering herself.

 

     TRINITY
   All right --

 

     MORPHEUS (V.O.)
   Go.

 She drops the phone.


 INT.  HALL

 She bursts out of the room as Agent Brown enters the hall, leading another unit of police.  Trinity races to the opposite end, exiting through a broken window onto the fire escape.


 EXT.  FIRE E5CAPE

 In the alley below, Trinity sees Agent Smith staring at her.  She can only go up.


 EXT.  ROOF

 On the roof, Trinity is running as Agent Brown rises over the parapet, leading the cops in pursuit. Trinity begins to jump from one roof to the next, her moverents so clean, gliding in and out of each jump, contrasted to the wild jumps of the cops.

 Agent Brown, however, has the same unnatural grace.

 

 The METAL SCREAM of an EL TRAIN is heard and Trinity turns to it, racing for the back of the building.

 The edge falls away into a wide back alley.  The next building is over 40 feet away, but Trinity's face is
 perfectly calm, staring at some point beyond the other roof.

 The cops slow, realizing they are about to see something ugly as Trinity drives at the edge, launching herself
 into the air.

 From above, the ground seems to flow beneath her as she hangs in flight Then hitting, somersaulting up, still running hard.

 

     COP
   Motherfucker -- that's impossible!

 

 They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown duplicates the move exactly, landing, rolling over a shoulder, up onto
 one knee.

 Just below the building are the runbling tracks of riveted steel.  The TRAIN SCREECHES beneath her, a
 rattling blur of gray metal.  Trinity junps, landing easily. She looks back just as Agent Brown hurls through the air barely reaching the last car Agent Brown stands, yanking out a gun.

 

 Trinity is running hard as BULLETS WHISTLE past her head. Ahead she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the point
 where the train has begun to turn, there is --

 A window; a yellow glow in the midst of a dark brick building.

 Trinity zeroes in on it, running as hard as she can, her
 speed compounded by the train.  The SCREAM of the STEEL rises as she nears the edge where the train rocks into the
 turn. Trinity hurtles into the empty night space, her body leveling into a dive.  She falls, arms covering her head
 as --

 The whole world seems to spin on its axis --

 And she crashes with an EXPLOSION of GLASS and WOOD, then falls onto a back stairwell, tumbling, bouncing down
 stairs bleeding, broken --

 

 But still alive.

 Through the smashed window, she glimpses Agent Brown, still on the train, his tie and coat whipping in the
 wind; stone-faced, he touches his ear piece as the train slides him past the window.

 

 Trinity tries to move.  Everything hurts.

 

     TRINITY
   Get up, Trinity.  You're fine.
   Get up -- just get up!

 

 She stands and limps down the rest of the stairs.


 EXT.  STREET

 Trinity emerges from the shadows of an alley and, at the end of the block, in a pool of white street light, she
 sees it.

 

 The telephone booth.

 Obviously hurt, she starts down the concrete walk,
 focusing in completely, her pace quickening, as the PHONE
 begins to RING.

 Across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turns, its
 TIRES SCREAMING as it accelerates.

 Trinity sees the headlights on the truck arcing at the
 telephone booth as if taking aim.

 Gritting through the pain, she races the truck --

 Slamming into the booth, the headlights blindingly
 bright, bearing down on the box of Plexiglas just as --

 She answers the phone.

 There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking
 mass of dark metal lurches up onto the sidewalk --

 Barreling through the booth, bulldozing it into a brick
 wall, smashing it to Plexiglas pulp.

 After a moment, a black loafer steps down from the cab of
 the garbage truck.  Agent Smith inspects the wreckage.
 There is no body.  Trinity is gone.

 His jaw sets as he grinds his molars in frustration.


 AGENT JONES walks up behind him.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   Did you get anything from the   room?

 

     AGENT JONES
   Their next target.  The name is   Neo.

 

 The handset of the pay phone lays on the ground,
 separated in the crash like a severed limb.

 

     AGENT SMITH
   We'll need a search running.

 

     AGENT JONES
   It's already begun.

 

 We are SUCKED TOWARDS the mouthpiece of the phone, CLOSER and CLOSER, UNTIL the smooth gray plastic spreads out like a horizon and the small HOLES WIDEN until we fall through one --

 Swallowed by the darkness that becomes --

 

일단  아랫글 성지순례.

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주거지가 확보된 상태에서 한달 생활비를 150이라 치자.


이제  난 150만원이 꾸준히 들어온다면 생계를 위한 노동에서 벗어 날 수 있다.


한 달 생계비 150만원. 연생계비 1800 만원이다. 


현재 2012년 , 내가 마흔이 되는 2019년에 경제적 자유를 획득한다 하면... 2019년의 연생활비는 2368만원 (연물가상승률 4%) 가 된다.


그 때 내가 올릴 수 있는 수익률을 9&라 한다면 필요한 자금은 26318만원.


2019년 까지 7년 남았으므로 /7 하면 3759만원. 즉 난 2019년 까지 매년 3759만원 , 월 313만원을 만들면 된다.


그러나 이것은 모으는 기간동안 수익률을 0%로 잡은 것이므로...적금으로 돈을 모은다 하고 적금 금리를 4%로 잡으면..


월 304만원 정도가 나온다.


즉. 월 304만원을 꾸준히 적금한다면 마흔 살이 될무렵 2억6천 정도가 모아지고 이를 9%로 운용만 할 수 있다면 생계를 위한 노동에서 해방된다. 






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