Version française.
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Merovingian |
Ah, Ah! Here he is at last. Neo, the One himself. Right? And the legendary Morpheus. And trinity, of course. I have heard so much. You honor me. Please, sit. Join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? Drink? Hum...hum... Of course, such things are contrivances, like so much here. For the sake of appearances. |
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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? Chateau Haut-Briond, 1959, magnificent wine. I love French wine like I love the French language. I have sampled every language. French is my favorite. Frantastic language... especially to curse with: nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculée de ta mère! You see? It's like wiping your ass with silk. I love it. |
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Morpheus |
You know why we are here. |
| Merovingian |
Humm... I am a trafficker of information. I know everything I can. The question is, do you know why you are here? |
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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, ia a means, it is not an end. And so to look for him is to be looking for a means to do... what? |
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Neo |
But do you? |
| Merovingian |
You think you do, but you do not. You are not here because you were sent here. You were told to come here, and then you obeyed. [ laught ] It is, of course, the way of all things. You see, there is only one constant... one universas. It is only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect. |
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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 evreyone around her. So obvious, so bourgeois, so boring. But wait. Watch. You see, I have sent her a 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. It is 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. And this is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we flight deny it... but it is, of course, pretense. it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance... the thruth is, we are completely... out of control. Causality. There is no escape from it. We are looking siaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace, is to understand it, understand the why. "Why" is what separates us from them... [ des clients bourgeois ]. ...you from me. "Why" is the only real sources of 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 foruneteller this message: Her time is almost up. Now I have some real business to do, so i will say adieu and goodbye. [ Le merovingian get's up ] |
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Neo |
This isn't over. |
| Merovingian |
Oh, yes, it is. The keymaker is mine, and I see no reason why i should guive him up. No reason at all. |
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Persephone |
Where are you going? |
| Merovingian |
Please, ma cérie, I have told you. We are all victime of causility. I drank too much wine, I must take piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir. |
Dialogue de Matrix 2 - Rencontre avec le Merovingian - Qu'est-ce que la matrice
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